Focusing on the corner of my screen where my self-view is, I freeze.
I'm shirtless. Fuck.
The entire time I’ve been calling Luke, I’ve only been wearing a towel. Normally, I wouldn’t be mortified, but this is Luke. There’s history.
Heat climbs up my neck, and my dick firms up at the same time.
Oh god, that’s the last thing I need, not when I’m supposed to be friends with Luke.
“Shoot, sorry,” I mumble, searching around for a shirt, a blanket, anything to cover myself up.
“Don’t worry about it.” Luke pauses. “Besides, I think we’ve established that I like seeing you without any clothes on.”
Energy surges through my body and I get even harder. My hand fumbles around and makes contact with fabric, and when I use it to cover my torso, I find out that it’s a hoodie. I rush to get dressed, but Luke cuts through my earbuds before I can get it over my head.
“Isaid, I like seeing you without any clothes on.”
That stops me dead in my tracks, and I drop the hoodie.
“Do youwantme to stay shirtless?” I ask.
“If you don’t mind.” Luke rubs a hand across his face. “The fewer clothes you wear, the better.”
Those words go straight to my dick, and against all logic, I stand up and step back. “Is the towel bothering you?”
Luke darts his tongue out to wet his lips. “Maybe. You could try losing it.”
“But you’re still fully dressed.”
I don’t have time to speculate about where I’m finding these lines because he slips his shirt off, giving me a full view of his body. I stare at my phone, taking in all of Luke’s muscles, flitting over the curve of his pecs and dipping into the ridges of his abs.
If that wasn’t enough, Luke angles the camera lower, and I follow the thick trail of dark hair that leads into his waistband, pointing toward something that I’m aching to see.
“There, now we’re even,” Luke drawls, running a hand over his stomach and momentarily dipping a few fingertips into his sweatpants.
My mouth dries up, and I can’t get any words out. I stare at Luke on my screen in some sort of horny trance that seems to have fried all of my self-control.
“Here’s a proposal,” he says. “I take my sweats off, and you drop the towel. How does that sound?”
That’s all I need. Without a word, I stand up and unhook the towel, letting it fall to the floor with a thud.
Luke groans and shoves his pants down. His dick, long, hard, and slick with precum, jumps up and slaps against his abs with a satisfying smack.
This is totally new to me. I’ve never sexted with anyone over video before—the most I’ve ever done is trade basic nudes with other guys, but we never showed our faces. What Luke and I are doing, though, is working me up like nothing else. Moving my hand down, I grip my cock and pump without hesitation or even any conscious thought. Luke props his phone on the baseboard of his bed and sits up, and this new angle manages to be even better than the last.
“Jerk for me,” I order, and Luke listens, stroking his length and making the hottest facial expressions I’ve ever seen.
“I wish you were here to fuck me,” he mutters, and that alone nearly pushes me over the edge.
“Let me show you what I’d do if I was there.” I wrap my fingers around my shaft and lean forward, resting on the desk and thrusting into my fist.
Luke’s voice sounds through the phone again, thick and needy. “Fuck yeah. That’s so hot.”
I continue rocking back and forth, fucking my hand and giving Luke one hell of a show. He lies back, spreading his legs wide while jerking himself hard and fast, racing me to the finish line.
That’s a race he’s sure to lose because two thrusts later, Luke lets out a deep, throaty moan which sends me spinning out ofcontrol. My balls tighten as an orgasm starts to tingle, and I have about five seconds left before I shoot.
“I’m gonna come,” I grunt, standing up straight, and as soon as those words leave my mouth, I explode. My release fires out, spraying my desk and hitting the wall. I collapse into the chair behind me with Luke’s breaths ringing through my earbuds.
