FireInMyVeins: I’m stroking myself right now… Are you?
The response is immediate.
KnockinBoots: I think you already know the answer to that.
FireInMyVeins: Is it my hand you’re picturing instead of yours?
KnockinBoots: Fuck yeah… You’re doing such a good job too. Feels so fucking good.
FireInMyVeins: It’s your hand around my cock too…
KnockinBoots: You’re standing in front of me naked, that sexy, fuzzy chest heaving as we jack each other off. Your other hand is gripping my hip, nails digging into my skin, while my hand is wrapped around the back of your neck. The closer I bring you to the edge, the louder you get. What starts out as nothing but heavy breathing turns into low, needy moans and grunts falling from your lips. And fuck, I just know you’re sexy as hell as you fall apart.
FireInMyVeins: I’m close… I’m gonna come.
KnockinBoots: Do it, baby. Show me the mess you make because of me.
Slamming my eyes shut, my head drops back onto my shoulders as I pump myself faster and rougher, my fist flying up and down my length while I desperately chase my release. Starting deep in my groin, heat blooms and spreads, my sweat-slick skin tingling as every inch of my body thrums with electricity. My balls tighten, cock throbbing in my fist, and a deep, guttural sound rumbles from my chest as I explode. As thick,white ropes spill onto the counter, my legs tremble, the orgasm hitting me in waves, each one impossibly stronger than the last.
By the time I wring the last drop from my cock, I’m out of breath and my body feels like Jell-O. I steady myself with a hand to the counter as I snap a picture of the cum and send it to him. Setting the phone down, I pull up my sweats before turning and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I chug it all at once before tearing off a paper towel from the roll to clean up the mess.I can’t believe I just did that.As I’m tossing everything in the trash, my phone vibrates, the sound causing my heart to skip a beat.
It’s a video.
My body heats all over again as I watch him fuck his own fist, movements rapid and jerky. The video shakes, and I can hear him breathing. It’s harsh and fast, and my spent cock twitches at the sound of it and the sight of him strangling his cock. A deep, broken groan erupts from him as he finally comes. Once he’s done, Hollis drags two fingers through the sticky mess before taking them somewhere behind the camera. The video ends, and my pulse roars in my ears, wondering what he did with those fingers.
Was it just for show? Or did he bring them to his mouth and lick them clean?
Fuck, that’s way hotter than it should be.
Closing the video, I notice a new message from him.
KnockinBoots: Well, that was hot and satisfying as hell.
FireInMyVeins: Yeah, it really was.
KnockinBoots: I’m sleeping like a damn baby tonight, so thanks for that. *wink emoji*
Chuckling to myself, I type out a response.
FireInMyVeins: Me too, and I need it. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow at the firehouse.
After I send the message, I pocket my phone, switch off the lights in the kitchen, and head toward the back of the cabin to get ready for bed. It’s way later than I should be awake, but falling asleep should be easy. Once I brush my teeth, I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed. As I’m plugging my phone into the charger, I see a notification from him.
KnockinBoots: Firehouse, huh? *smirk emoji*
The blood drains from my face as I reread my last message, realizing what I said.
Shit!
Shit. shit. shit!
How did I not realize what I said? Fuck!
Setting the phone on my nightstand, I lie down, staring up at the ceiling as my mind spirals.
Maybe it’s not as bad as I think it is.
So, he knows I’m a firefighter? That doesn’t mean he knows who I am. There are plenty of us at the house. Letting that one tiny detail slip doesn’t reveal my identity.
