Page 96 of The Tryout

“Mm…me too, Ave.”

His eyes go dark and I can’t help but wish this phone screen weren’t between us.

“I wish I could kiss you right now, Finn.”

Oh God, I wish he could, too.

“Mmm…the way you kiss me, like you want to eat me whole.”

He groans at this, deep and low in the back of his throat.

“You wearing the black boxer briefs?”

I nod, knowing as well as he does that it’s all I’ve got.

“When you sign your first one-way contract, I’m gonna buy you a bag full of fancy underwear to celebrate.”

I should probably be offended at this, push back at the idea of him buying me things, but for some reason the thought has me so turned on that I’m leaking, a dark spot forming at the head of my cock. I’m not sure if it’s the thought of him buying me underwear – or the thought that in two years he may still want to see me in it.

“Yeah? You want to watch me put them on?”

His breath is coming heavy now.

“I’d rather watch you take them off.”

Deciding there’s no better time than the present, I push down the thinning black material, past my calves and ankles and onto the bed.

“They’re off, Ave. What else would you want to see?”

If I’m not mistaken, his hand is on his dick now, though he doesn’t seem to be stroking it.

“Fuck, Finn. When did you become some enchanting sex demon?”

For a moment, I wonder if that’s a good thing or not.

“I learned from the best.”

His eyes close and his jaw clenches.

“I’d wanna see you stroke your cock. Are you leaking?”

This time, the moan comes from my mouth.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so hard, Avery.”

“Wish I could taste that precome. Always tastes so good.”

God, I wish he could taste it, too. Wish he could sink his mouth onto my dick. I stroke harder, pretending my hand is his mouth, milking me for all I’m worth. My eyes drift shut as I feel my pleasure barrelling closer.

“Finn, put the phone down. Just focus on my voice, okay?”

I let the phone fall to the bed next to my head, my left hand going to my chest.

“Mmm, your dick’s not the only thing I’d want to put my mouth on. I’d kiss you everywhere, your nipples, your stomach, that spot on your hip that you like so much.”

As he talks, my hand navigates the path he describes. Sure enough, that spot on my hip turns me wild, thrusting into my fist.

“Fuck, Avery. Wanna fuck that beautiful mouth.”