But this?This shit is un-fucking-real.
My hips jerk at the stretch, toes curling. I try a couple of experimental thrusts, shallow at first, and feel it in my fucking soul. My abs clench, whole body tensing as the pressure hits just right.
On the screen, Jace starts to move again. His arm jerks rhythmically, blonde strands plastered to his forehead, eyes glazed over like he’s right there with me, breathing what I breathe, feeling what I feel.
“Fuck, Ty,” he groans, voice hoarse. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t youfuckingstop.”
I don’t. Ican’t.
Another thrust, deeper now. I chase the pressure, chasing him, chasing that high that’s already teasing the edges of my vision. I shove the dildo in one last time, harder than I meant to, angled straight at my prostate, just fucking right.
And I see fucking stars.
Everything in me pulls taut, then breaks loose all at once.
I swear I fucking shoot off like a damn fountain with how hard I come, clenching so tight around the silicone that I almost black out.
Jace follows me right over, eyes clenched shut, a shout ripping out of his throat so loud it sounds like it was torn from somewhereverydeep.
“Oh shit—ohshit,oh fuck.Ty, that is… ohshit,” he moans, voice breaking into ragged groans. His hips twitch helplessly as he works himself through it, and I can onlystare, wide-eyed and panting, as I slowly extract the dildo from myself, gasping when it finally slips free. My legs are shaking. My hand is trembling. There’s cum on my stomach, my sheets, probably myceiling.
Jace is still blinking like he’s in outer space, his fingers somehowstillinside him, when—
I hear a door slam open.
“Jace?! What thefuck—Why were you screaming? I thought you were having a seizure!” Missy’s voice is high, panicked, full of drama.
Oh, shit.
“Miss, get out!” I exclaim, trying to hold back my laughter because Jace, my poor Jacie baby, is just lying there, covered in cum, fingers still buried in his ass, and looking at her like he’s in a daze. Completely fucking numb.
She lets out a strangled yell. “Jesus Christ, Jace! I didn’t need to seethat!”
“What? My dick?” he says, all deadpan, still breathless. “Do you think it’s curved? Ty has a curve. It’sbeautiful. Wanna see? Wait, lemme show you. He’s naked, too—”
He reaches for the phone and—
“Don’t get cum on my phone!” Missy screeches. “I swear to God—DON’T TOUCH IT!”
I completely fucking lose it. Laughing so hard I can’t breathe, can’t think. My abs areburningand tears prick my eyes. This shit isunreal.
Missy makes a noise of pure disgust and I hear a loud, “Just fucking buy me a new one!” followed by a shout further away: “And I need bleach andtherapy! So much therapy!”
The door slams shut behind her.
The room finally settles. Quiet again, except for the sound of our breathing.
Jace leaves the phone where it is and flops back onto the bed with a groan, face still flushed, hair plastered to his temple, completely spent. I stare at him. He’s so fucking perfect, and all I want is to reach through the screen and pull him into my arms.
“Hey,” I murmur, my voice quieter now. “You okay?”
He nods, eyes still glassy, not really focused on anything, lips twitching in the faintest smile.
“I love you,” I say softly. “Fuck, I miss you, Jace. When you get here, we’re not leaving the bed. We’re locking the door, ordering in, turning off our damn phones. I’m gonna keep you in bed fordays, baby. Break the fucking mattress. Ruin the sheets. Make up for every second we’ve been apart.”
His eyes flutter closed, that smile growing. “Penis promise?”
“Swear on my life,” I whisper. “It’s you and me. Whole damn week. Nothing else exists.”
