“Hot,” I reply. “Very hot.”
He groans, the sound sending a shot of fire down my spine, settling deep in my groin. My fingers itch to reach down, shove the towel to the side, and wrap a tight fist around myself, all while listening to Josiah make those noises over and over and over again.
But I don’t do that… not yet, at least.
“And now,” he drawls. “You’re all dried off and dressed?”
A smile splits on my face without my permission. “Not exactly.”
“So, what you’re telling me now is that you’ve called me while you’re naked… and wet? Am I hearing that correctly?”
My cock gives an appreciative throb at the rasp in his voice. “You are,” I confirm softly, reaching down to cup myself over the towel. “If you’re more of a visual person, I could always show you.”
“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?” he asks.
Bringing the phone away from my ear, I press the FaceTime button and wait for it to connect. After a few moments, his face appears on the screen, and boy, what a fucking sight it is. He’s wearing a sexy smirk, straight, white teeth on display, his eyes slightly surprised, and he looks to be in bed too, chest bare, tan, inked flesh on display.
I can’t help but wonder if, like me, he’s also naked.
“Hi,” I murmur, nerves taking hold of my stomach all of the sudden, mixing equally with the desire I feel so palpably, as I watch him over the phone.
“Hi.”
Taking a deep breath, I clear my throat and muster up all the confidence I had just moments ago. “So, as I was saying, if you’re more of a visual learner,Josie, I can show you.”
Josiah chuckles at the nickname again, rolling his eyes. “Yes, please do.”
I drag the view of the camera down the length of my body, water droplets still decorating my abdomen, until I get to the towel that’s barely covering my very visible erection. Bringing it back up to my face, I smirk and say, “As you can see, naked and wet.”
His eyes darken with lust. “But you’re notcompletelynaked now, are you?”
The not-so-subtle request settles deep in my balls, my cock having a heartbeat of its own beneath my towel. “I guess you’re right,” I rasp. “What do you think, should I remove it?”
Nodding, Josiah says, “Yeah, I think you should.”
“Ask me nicely, Josie.”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple rolling in his throat. “Please, Segan, take the towel off and let me see.”
My mind goes haywire for a moment, not having thought this through. But being the great performer I am, I think quickly on my feet, glancing around the space for a second before jumping out of bed.
Crossing the room, I prop my phone up on my dresser, my body from the knees up coming into view. Having his eyes on me like this, especially given my current state of undress, is arousing.
With a smirk ticked up on my lips, I lean in close to the phone and murmur, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
A warmth rolls through my body as Josiah smiles and says, “Deal.”
It then crosses my mind that I’ve never done something like this before; stripped in front of a man—or, well, anyone for that matter—and suddenly, the nerves are back in full force. But between the liquor and the weed making my head light and carefree and the desire evident between his thick, curly lashes, I don’t seem to care much about the nerves after all.
Running my palm flat down my torso, I hook my thumb underneath the fabric tied around my waist, tugging gently, and letting it fall to the floor. My cock, already achingly hard, bobs up, and I wrap a hand around it, stroking only once as I relish in his gaze on my body.
Arching a brow, I lean in again. “Your turn.”
If Josiah is as nervous as I am, he doesn’t let it show. Like me, he climbs out of bed, the phone shuffling as he props it against something, his entire body coming into view. Unlike me, though, he doesn’t have a towel wrapped around his waist. Instead, he’s got on a pair of black briefs that hug—and in this light, hide—his every curve.
A cocksure grin on his lips, he slides the material down his thighs, his big, beautiful cock springing free. This is the first time I’ve ever seen his—or any man’s, for that matter. Sure, we fooled around after Lana’s funeral, but our clothes stayed on the whole time. And last week at my house, it was only me who was undressed. Augustine came in before it could go any further.
While I could easily guess his size based on the feel of him pressed up against me, nothing beats seeing it with my own eyes in all its glory. Josiah is long and thick, and like me, uncut. His red, glistening tip is poking out of his thick foreskin, andGod, what I’d do to be able to drop to my knees right now before him, and slip my tongue underneath it, tasting all of him.
