14. Chapter 14 #3
Once we're seated on the sofa after food, he's all over me, freely roaming his hands over my abs, shoulders, back, hair and no one is batting an eyelid because they're just as drunk as he is. We get into rounds of truth and dare, to which Micah has to balance drinks whilst doing the crab, Em draws with a pen, using only his mouth on Harris’s stomach and me being the most sober, had to climb one of the trees outside in just my boxers.
Miles's gaze burns my naked skin the entire time and Teddy takes pictures all night. In truth, Faye admits she accidentally shoplifted when she found a spider in her hair and Teddy has a crush on his professor at university. Miles had to reveal his most embarrassing sexual experience, which was when a guy shouted ‘I’M SORRY AMANDA’ as he cried and came at the same time.
I told myself I wasn't jealous, but when I tucked him into his own bed, we made out for a good thirty minutes till our lips were numb and I nearly came just rubbing our dicks together through our underwear.
He was in a little dazed wine coma so I gave him one last kiss before taking myself to bed, but now, as I stare at the string lights casting a warm glow over the unfamiliar room, I can't stop paying attention to the tension in my body.
I'm not sure how long I'm even lying here awake, until my phone pings with a notification connected to my social media.
Sighing, I roll onto my back and contemplate if I'm really going to do this, but the sound rings out again and I know I am a weak man. Taking my phone from off charge, I enter my passcode and find the influx of messages from my masked stranger.
@yourghostboy: Baby I miss you.
Baby.
Babe.
No baby is better, fuck babe.
You're baby, I am man. Ghost man ?? hehe
No but baby, I miss you and you should stop ignoring me.
Please.
I'll film a video of me begging.
Then to my horror the phone starts to ring out again, but this time it's a video call.
I shoot up, looking around myself for absolutely no reason and I've got to be a little bit tipsy, because the feelings that roll through my entire body aren't one of annoyance.
I'm flushed, a little nervous but against my better judgement because I'm a total idiot, I press answer.
I'm expecting to see the ghostface mask, but instead in excellent quality is a throbbing long penis with a fist squeezing it to death as he moves his hand up and down.
All I can hear is panting, unsure if it's mine or his, but my face on my side of the camera looks entranced.
I just watch his hand move up and down, squeezing his red crown, which is already leaking.
I bite my lips to hold in my moan.
“Please.” A gruff low voice says and the sound lets butterflies escape out of their cage, through my chest and bury themselves in my dick.
I snake my hand into my boxers, taking my raging erection out until the fabric sits under my balls.
They're already tight from rubbing against Miles, the idea of him being next door making me even harder.
I feel a little nauseous, so I turn my camera around till I'm showing him my dick and I start to work my hand over myself.
I match his tempo, the way he jerks off into his tight fist, imagining it's him touching me.
Closing my eyes, I listen to his pants, his moans, but I must be glutenous because they only pop open to stare at his massive cock.
He's using his precum as lube and the sight nearly has my coming.
Forcing my eyes away, I train them to focus on the armchair in the corner, move my thoughts away from imagining his perfect mouth on me, but then I only envision him sitting there watching me.
I picture the mask tilting as he watches me touch myself, his thighs spreading as he palms himself.
Long fingers curve over his lean shoulders and dig into his hoodie, a tussle of blonde waves and piercing sea-green eyes peaking over him as imaginary Miles smirks from his perch behind him.
Baby he whispers and the sound rattles my head, it sounds distorted, the two beings merge until all I can smell is cinnamon, spiced caramel and I can feel both their hands all over my body till they're one person.
I start to come so hard, moans escaping past my gritted teeth and I can't help but breathe out Miles's name.
Yourghostboy’s pants turn into one long satisfied moan and my masked stranger comes.
Thick ropes of cum land on his naked legs, the red duvet I can see pushed down, but nothing else is showing in the video.
It just keeps spraying out of him, my own dick squeezing more cum from me till my balls feel painfully sensitive.
I fall back into the pillows breathing hard, and he must drop the phone because it suddenly goes dark, but the call doesn't end.
All I can hear is his deep breathing and after my own calms down, he steadies out till I hear nothing. Has he fallen asleep?
Before this can feel too real I end the call, throwing my phone down the bed and press my fingers into my eye sockets.
This is…This feels fucking sick. Casual or open, I don't want either and I just came moaning his name to another man.
I'm fucked up, but all I can think about is how hot it would be to have them both running their hands all over me.