Page 84 of Blue Gold

“But I’m already naked.” That was a small lie because I was in my bathrobe.

Switching from French, Daniel muttered something in English that I didn’t understand, although it was a good sign. Whenever he was flustered, he’d often change languages, which meant I was about to get what I wanted.

“You are?”

In the time it took him to spit out those words, I’d already made sure to get rid of the robe. So now, lying completely naked, I nodded.

“I am.”

His breath hitched, and satisfied, I slid my hand down my body. “And you know what else?” I asked, slowly wrapping my fingers around the root of my cock.

“What?” His voice was heavy, almost like he couldn’t wait to find out.

“I’m hard, too.”

He swore under his breath, causing my dick to twitch in my hand.

“If I get caught jerking off in my car⁠—”

“Then you’ll get in trouble.” I gave myself a slow stroke. “Tell me, Daniel, have you ever gotten in trouble before?”

Hearing his breath hitch over the line made me bite my lips while I patiently waited for his answer.

“W-when I was eighteen—” He was out of breath, as if speaking was a struggle. “—I got a tattoo.”

“The tiger on your left arm?” I moved my fist up and down my shaft.

“Y-yes.”

A jolt of arousal shot through me, so I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, making sure not to come too soon. My dick pulsed with each pump as a tight, needy ache settled in my balls, making me go faster.

“And what happened?” I asked, out of breath, while beating myself to the image of his sexy tattoo.

“My parents got angry—fuck.”

“Imagine what they’d do if they could see you now…” Smoothing my palm over the crown of my cock, I collected the precum and used it as lube. “Jerking off in your car with me on the phone.”

“Damn it, Elliot—” His words were replaced with a deep groan.

“Did you come?”

“N-no.” Pant. “But I’m close.”

“How close?” Tucking my cell phone between my shoulder and ear, I moved my now free hand to cup my balls. “Tell me, what are you doing?”

“Stroking myself.”

“Are you imagining it’s my hand on your huge cock?” I teased him at the same time I massaged my balls.

“You know that I-I am. Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

I love it when he’s desperate.

Biting my lip, I knew I was close, but coming alone wasn’t an option, so⁠—

“Can you fist your cock for me?” I asked while doing the same.

“Yes.”