He’s wrecked.
And I’ve never loved him more.
Even drugged, when he was not fully in his own mind, he still called forme, still wantedme. And if that shit isn’t heady as fuck, I don’t know what is.
My voice drops, lower than I’ve ever heard it. Guttural. Raw. Possessive. Nothing like myself.
“Touch yourself, Jacie. Pretend it’s me. Come on, baby. Show me what you like.”
He obeys instantly. One hand roams his chest and stomach again in slow, teasing strokes that make his hips jerk. While the other wraps around himself, fingers tightening with every glide, breath hitching at every twist.
His neck arches, the cord along his throat straining, and all I can think about is how fucking badly I want my tongue there. How badly I want to bite that spot where his pulse thumps.
“Does that feel good?” I murmur, my own hand sneaking into my boxers, already hard and aching. I palm myself, just to take the edge off.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes, dropping his head to the side, heavy-lidded eyes catching mine through the screen before he notices what I’m doing. “Oh s-shit, show me that beautiful dick.”
I push my boxers down just enough for him to see, wrap my hand around myself as his lips part on a moan.
“Hng. I want to get inside you. Or you inside me. Or what the fuck ever.Shit.”
I groan. Deep and rumbling.
Do I hate that he got drugged? Absolutely.
Am I going to knocksomeonethe fuck out the next time I see his crew? Without question.
But is this the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen? Hell. Fucking. Yes.
“Shit,” Jace whines suddenly, desperate and breathless. “I don’t have the clone here… Fuck, Ty, do you have it? Do you? Please, show me. That’s so fucking hot, I can’t—”
I can’t help the grin that pulls at my mouth. “It’s right here, baby.” I reach off screen for the drawer beside my bed, grab some lube and the purple copy of his dick we made as a joke, and show it to him.
His moan could bring the damn house down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, shit, show me. I swear to God, I’m gonna fuck you ‘til I forget my own fucking name when I get home. I swear. I fucking swear, Ty. But you have to do it yourself now.”
I stroke myself once, slow and deliberate, just for him. “Five more days, Jacie. You better be ready for me. I will be for you.”
His eyes go hazy as he slides two fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly, and my breath catches in my throat. “What’re you doing?”
“I don’t have lube, so this’ll have to do. And I’m doing the same thing as you,” he croaks. Then those fingers disappear behind his balls. I can’t see much, just the twitch in his thigh and the way his breath shudders when he breaches himself, but holyshit,how I can imagine it.
Fuck. It’s the same damn thing I’m doing, and I let out a groan when I slide my fingers all the way in, pump them in and out.
Jace whimpers low in his throat in response, hips twitching as he tries to keep still while he works himself over. His gaze locked on me now—glassier than before, mouth open, little gasps slipping out like he’s being touched through the screen.
I drag my fingers back out of myself, slick with lube and need. My other hand reaches off-camera and grabs the thing he asked for. Jace sees it. His eyes go wide. He doesn’t say anything—justswallows hard, breath stuttering as I squeeze a line of lube along the length of it.
“Oh my God,” he whispers.
“Youbetterbe ready for me next week,” I murmur, voice low and rough, just for him. “Because I amsofucking ready for you. To see you again, to hold you again…” I angle the dildo, breath shallow, and push in slow, steady, eyes never leaving the screen. “Tohaveyou again.”
Jace moans, hand frozen between his legs, like he’s forgotten how to move.
“Tyler, baby…”
Oh shit. Ohshit.It’s so fucking big. It’s been two months since I was stuffed this good. Sure, I jerk it every once in a while—preferably when I’m calling Jace or watching pics or videos he sent—but I haven’t put more than a couple of fingers in. Haven’t used the dildo yet. I was saving it. For when we were together.
