Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
I hit send and look down at Sinner’s profile picture and imagine that set of abs in front of me. And it’s startling to realize that I can picture Sinner slowly removing his shirt, making sure to flex his chest to show me what he’s got.
I blow out a breath, wondering how far I’m willing to take this. And why it’s so easy to play the encounter like a movie in my head.
Then I keep typing.
LobsterShorts: I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. You kneel down in front of me.
SinnerThree: Yeah, okay. I’m down. So long as I don’t have to call you “Master.” I’m not into that.
LobsterShorts: Noted.
And now I’m picturing him down on the floor in front of me. Looking up at me, waiting for a cue.
Whew. Is it hot in here?
LobsterShorts: I have to spread my legs apart a little ways so you can get closer.
SinnerThree: Spread them wide, okay? I’m kneeling between your legs. I’m putting my hands on your inner thighs. And you’re getting hard for me already.
Suddenly I find myself spreading my legs quicker than a cheerleader doing the splits. Because I really want those hands on me. But how, exactly?
It’s dawning on me that having sex with the same person for three years leaves some gaps in my imagination. It’s not that I don’t find my sex life fulfilling. But I don’t know how casual hookups work.
LobsterShorts: Just keep going.
SinnerThree: Okay. Maybe you wish I’d just deep-throat you immediately. To spare you the awkwardness. But I don’t do that, because I’m kind of digging your nervousness. First I put one hand on your thigh, and you just kind of stare at it.
I suppose I would. And, hell. I can basically feel it there right now. I press my own hand to my bare flesh and it’s not enough. I want more.
SinnerThree: Then—moving slowly—I use my other hand to stroke your balls, and cup them in my palm.
I swear I break out in a sweat as my hand reaches down to do just what he’s described. My breathing quickens as my own palm slides under my sensitive sac.
SinnerThree: Are you with me? Touch them for me, okay? Then slide your thumb across your cock.
I let out a gasp as I touch myself. Then I type a response with one awkward thumb.
LobsterShorts: yup
My dick is standing at attention now. Not that it usually needs much encouragement.
SinnerThree: Now I lean down and take you in both hands. Are you cut?
LobsterShorts: yeah
SinnerThree: My thumb is teasing the underside of your shaft. And then the tip. Until I finally lean down and taste you.
Alone in my room I let out a groan, wishing that a real-life tongue was actually circling my cockhead. My own fingers are a poor substitute. I pick up my phone and text one-handed.
LobsterShorts: then what
SinnerThree: Are you still digging this?
LobsterShorts: I’d dig it more if you were really here on your knees with my dick in your mouth.
Shit, I can’t believe I actually typed that. But…it’s the truth. Figure that one out.
SinnerThree: Good. Stroke yourself a little faster. And I have a question for you.
With a groan, I pick up the pace.
SinnerThree: Riddle me this. Would you still be having fun when I look up at you? Because you aren’t seeing just a talented mouth. You’re looking at a guy who wants to fuck you if he ever gets the chance. Not like I’m going to ruin the mood and say so. I’m smarter than that. I’ll suck you first. But when you’re getting close I’ll stroke your ass. And if it makes you moan, I press my luck and slide the tip of my finger inside.
My eyes slam shut, as if I’m afraid to read another word. Sinner’s dirty talk has me hard and aching. I don’t know what that means. But I even wish I could hear his voice. There’s something base about his tone that I don’t mind at all. It’s honest. Here’s how I want you and here’s how I’ll get it.
Apparently I have an honesty kink. Who knew?
When I open my eyes, there’s a new message.
SinnerThree: Still with me?
It’s not easy to reply one-handed.
LobsterShorts: Yeah. Are you jerking, too?
SinnerThree: I wish. But I’m not at home right now. I want you to finish yourself off now. Tell me if this helps...
A few beats go by, while I stroke myself slowly. But I can feel heat in my face, and my pulse is throbbing everywhere. I need release.
Then a photograph appears on my screen. I see jeans, and a black T-shirt that’s pulled up to reveal a set of tight abs. The jeans are unzipped. And the guy is wearing gray underwear with a prominent bulge showing. His hand is spread out so only the thumb is touching the bulge. He’s just lightly teasing himself through the cotton.