Page 33 of Edging Coach
“Great. You’re going to do what I say, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Such enthusiasm.
“Keep stroking yourself.”
He put the lube on the counter and continued to do exactly that. In no time, he was hard and even leaking a drop of precum.
God, I want to lick that up so fucking badly.
When his breathing hitched. I spoke sharply. “Stop.”
He stopped.
“Now I want you to lube your left hand. You’re a southpaw, right?”
“You—” He coughed. “You noticed?”
“Jack, I notice everything about you. I could give you a list, but what I really want is for you to face away from me, to lean against the wall, and to finger yourself. Can you do that?” I injected as much command as I could.
“Yes, Sir.”
Even as he coated his fingers with lube, his cock bobbed. I’d worried he might lose his erection but if anything, he was getting harder. He turned, leaned against the wall, and reachedbehind him. He had to do a bit of contorting, but soon he had two fingers in his ass. I doubted he could reach his prostate, but this should be enough to get him going.
God, I wish I were there. That I was sticking my fingers in him. To prepare him to take my woefully neglected cock.I grasped the base of my straining shaft and ordered it to hang on. “Can you go deeper, Jack?”
A long pause, then, “I think so?”
“Think about me, Jack. Remember how I drilled you? Do you want that?”
He contorted to push his fingers in farther.
“Grab your cock.” His right hand moved swiftly. I couldn’t see, but the glorious view of his ass had to be enough. As much as I wanted to edge him tonight, I had no idea when Hairs would be back. “Come, Jack. Whenever you want?—”
He let out a guttural cry. His fingers stilled, even as his right arm worked frantically.
I squinted as, mere seconds later, jizz slid down the wall. He flopped against said wall, and after a moment, turned. I caught a glimpse of his spent cock as he hit the wall with his back and slid to the floor. From this angle, I could see his flushed face. I grinned. “Good?”
“Holy fuck.” He closed his eyes. “And you?”
“Do you want your Sir to come? All over your face? Your chest? Do you want to be a good boy and lick Sir’s cum?”
“Christ, yes.” He squinted. “Please, Devon.”
I didn’t correct him. Instead, I placed the phone on the counter, positioned myself, and within just a couple of tugs, came hard. I went to that floaty place even as I struggled to stay upright. Somehow, I managed not to get any spunk on my screen. I held the phone to my face. “Shower. Bed. Tomorrow, you think about Deca and the game.”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight, you dream of me fucking you into the mattress and you being sore for days.” I smiled. “Goodnight, my good boy.” I cut the connection.
Before long, the pipes rattled.
I grinned and hopped into the shower myself. I didn’t linger because I really needed a good night’s rest. Plus, likely Hairs would wake me up when he got back. I put my pajamas back on, brushed my teeth, and headed out of the bathroom.
To find Hairs standing by the door. He grinned. “Oh good, you’re done. I gotta piss.” He pushed past me and was unzipping before I could blink.
I closed the door because, yeah, gross. I rounded his bed and made my way to mine. I crawled in, trying not to think of him pissing in the space I now considered sacred. On a sigh, I pounded my pillow into submission, shut my eyes, and triednotto think of Jack and all the things I would’ve done had we been in the same room.
