Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“I think about the way your lips tasted against mine when you kissed me with that sweet mouth. The way your teeth scraped against my skin. Damn, that was fucking hot, Cody Turner. But what I think about the most is how much I wanted to taste that rock hard cock of yours. Swallow you all the way down, over and over again, and feel you losing yourself to me. Then I’d devour everything you gave me as you emptied your hot load down my throat. And you need to know, I would have done that had we not been interrupted.” Mitch’s voice lowered.
“That’s what I think about, Cody, and I’m so fucking hard for you right now, my dick’s dripping.” He swore he heard Cody’s breath hitch followed by a soft moan. Yeah, his night might just turn out better than he originally thought.
“Would you have liked that, State Trooper Turner?”
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Cody couldn’t help but slide his hand inside his briefs and curl his fingers around his aching cock as he listened to the cadence of Mitch’s deep, sexy voice. Fuck! Had he moaned out loud when he pulled off a slow stroke? Shit! He didn’t know if he was more embarrassed or turned on at his actions. He’d never touched himself while he had someone on the other end of his phone. He wasn’t even sure how this worked, him being a phone sex virgin and all.
His drunken mind easily rationalized that he never had to tell anyone either. But god, the visual of Mitch’s lips stretched around his dick had him hanging on every word and needing to find his own release.
“Yes,” he whispered as he slowly shoved his hips into his tight grip and closed his eyes.
“Are you touching yourself, Cody?” Cody’s eyes flew open, his hand stilled on his cock. How had Mitch known? What was he supposed to say?
He was most definitely touching himself, but he didn’t know if he could actually say those words to Mitch. Fuck, he wished he were bolder. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard Mitch’s husky voice again.
“I’m touching myself, and it feels amazing. I’m pretending it’s your hand stroking me, Cody. Your hand making me feel sooo good,” Mitch said, drawing out the word, making it sound naughty. Just knowing Mitch masturbated on the other end of the line had his dick jerking in his hand even more.
“Mitch, umm…I…” he stuttered, searching for words.
“I want you to touch yourself, for me, Cody. God, I wish I could see that sexy blush thing you do, right now.” Mitch’s words cut off his train of thought. “Let me hear you pleasuring yourself along with me.”
He could hear the rustling of the covers and Mitch’s breathing change. “Fuck, it feels so good, Cody. Just touch yourself,” Mitch growled. Damn, Cody was so turned on right now, he couldn’t ever remember being this worked up over the sound of someone’s voice. His cock was as hard as fucking stone and beading at the tip.
“I…I am,” Cody managed to say. The admission was both awkward and stimulating all at the same time.
“Good. Are you stroking yourself for me, Cody?”
“Yes,” he breathed, his hand keeping a slow steady pace. And it felt amazing, not only his hand on his dick, but just being able to be so open.
“Close your eyes and think about sliding your cock between my lips and deep down my throat. I wanna taste you so fucking bad. I have since the minute I laid eyes on you. It’s all I think about.”
“Oh god yes!” He screwed his eyes shut and tightened his grip.
“I want you to play with your balls, Cody, and pretend it’s me holding them in my palm as you fuck my throat.” Cody stroked himself faster and harder, adding a little twist of his wrist in just the right spot. With his free hand, he did exactly as Mitch asked and slid his palm to his balls and began tugging and playing with the sensitive sac.
He imagined his hands going to the back of Mitch’s head and forcing his cock deeper down Mitch’s throat. The visual had him biting his lip, drawing blood, trying to keep as quiet as he could. His orgasm built so fast he didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. He was absolutely going to blow.
“Cody, I can hear you breathing, does it feel good?”
“Fuck yes! Mitch, keep talking. I’m close.” He quickened the pace, arching his body as he pushed up into his fist. A light sheen of sweat coated his skin as he strained to hold back his release. He reached the point of no return, but he didn’t care, he was so hot for this man.
“I wanna hear you say my name when you come. Just so you know who made you feel like this.” Mitch’s command went straight to his balls, drawing them up tight against his body. Jesus H. Christ he was gonna come.
“I’m so fucking close,” he moaned.
“Come for me, Cody,” Mitch ordered.
“Mitch! Fuck, yesss…I’m coming.” His dick jerked in his grip, shooting creamy ribbons of liquid heat across his chest and stomach as he tumbled over the edge.
“Soo good, Cody…so fucking good,” Mitch gasped. He sounded out of breath, and for some reason, that made Cody smile. He stroked his sensitive cock one last time, listening to the heavy breathing on the other end of the line. They both remained silent for a little while. He didn’t really know exactly what to say. What did you say to someone you’d just jerked off with over the phone? Mitch broke the silence.
“You shouted my name. I guess I don’t have to ask if it was good for you, too.” Mitch chuckled, his voice huskier than before and slightly lethargic.
“Yeah, it was really good. I’ve never done anything like that before, with anyone,” Cody confessed.
“So you do it by yourself, then?” Mitch was teasing him, but his cheeks warmed up anyway.
“Yes, I ummm… No! S-shit!” he stuttered. He could really feel the heat in his face now. He’d just embarrassed himself.