“Hang up the phone, baby,” Seth whispers while kissing my neck, grinding his cock between my cheeks.
“Who’s that?” Lance asks in a suddenly sharp tone. “Tate… Are you with someone right now??”
I bite my lip. “What’s it to you?”
“I’m losing wood here, man,” Seth sighs, backing up.
“Tell him to leave,” Lance growls, and my dick throbs.
“Seriously??” I huff, straightening and watching Seth stand up and get dressed over my shoulder. “Now you’re cockblocking me over the phone?!”
“Thanks for nothing,”SinfulSethhisses as he stomps out of my hotel room, slamming the door behind him.
But I can’t even be mad about it. Because no matter how hot he was, the tiny spark of excitement he took with him when he left wasnothingcompared to the intense buzz happening inside me right now…
From this Johnny come lately motherfucker on the phone.
“You are such an insufferable dickhead,” I chuckle indignantly, rolling onto my back on the floor.
“Is he gone?” Lance mumbles in my ear, and the sound of his deep, rumbly voice, laced with his usual uncertainty,andsome possessiveness that makes no goddamn sense, sends the most ridiculous wave of desire crashing in the pit of my stomach.
It’s so familiar… All of this.How can it still feel this way, sixteen years later??
I thought I was over it. I wassurethat I was…
But apparently all it took was him waltzing back into my life to undo all the stitches.
“Yea. Thanks to you, I’ll never get laid again,” I scoff.
“Doubt it,” he speaks quietly.
“What do youwant, Hardy?” I ask, my patience for his shenanigans wearing extremely thin. “You’ve officially ruined my entire day. Is this how you sayI’m sorry?? Because if so, I think you’re seriously missing the point of an apology.”
“I… I shouldn’t have left, okay?” He rumbles. “I got scared again, and I fucked up, T. I’m sorry, but this is… really difficult for me…”
“Whatis?” I pry, wishing I could reach through the phone and strangle the words out of him.
He goes quiet for a moment, just breathing in my ear, and it reminds me that I’m naked. My eyes fall to my dick, resting half-hard on my abs.
“There’s more I wanted to tell you before, but I got… distracted,” he hums.
My dick jerks, and I slowly slink my hand down around it. “Distracted, hm? How’d that happen?”
“Come on, Tate…” he huffs. “You know damn well how distracting you are.”
“I’ve always distracted you, haven’t I…?” My fist curls and pulls gently on my cock as it fills and thickens in my palm.
“You have… and I just don’t get it.”
The depths of his voice reverberate in my brain, sending chills all over my body. My nipples are pebbled, chest moving with rapidly increased breaths.
I’mthe one who just doesn’t get it…How is this turning me on more than the hot as fuck dude who wanted to rearrange my organs??
Talking on the phone with a married straight guy who used to be my friend… An indecisive, nervous, fluttering beast of a man who doesn’t know what the hell he wants.
“Well, you have me right now,” I breathe, pulling slowly on my cock. “You’ve chased away yetanotherattempt at an orgasm for me, so why don’t you just spill it?”
I hear rustling, and I grin because I can tell even from over the phone that he’s fidgeting around, all nervous.
