I wanted to use both my hands on my cock and feel how he might suck me in with his sweet mouth. I rested my phone onthe crease of my thigh, propping it against my bent leg so I could see his answers.
I imagined how he might react to me, his lips open in shock as he stared at how hard I was for him. He was terrible at hiding his feelings, at least with me. As the Acting Director of The Foundation, he was all business, but he softened when I smiled at him.
My phone pinged again.
I want to feel you so badly. I wish you were here.
Tell me what you’re doing. How are you touching yourself?
This is embarrassing. I’ve never done this before.
Just imagine I’m right there with you.
Think about how I could spread your legs, push on your thighs so I could get to your thick cock. How I could lick your head before taking you in my mouth.
Would you like that?
I wanted to feel his thighs in my hands, the push of his belly against my head, the stretch of my lips as I tried to fit my mouth around his length.
I’d had sex with so many men that I’d lost count. Guys with dicks bigger than my arm, and others just looking to be fucked. There were some who caught my interest, though I got bored after a few months. But just telling Harry what I wanted was turning me on more than anyone I’d fucked in the past few years.
Another text came through, and I eagerly read it.
I’d love it. I want to feel my cock all the way in your mouth.
He was so cute. I could imagine how awkward it must have been for him to type that.
I used to wind him up all the time, back when we were in uni. Slip innuendos into every conversation and watch him stammer out his reply, blushing and dropping his eyes to avoid me. I cooled off a bit when we left for the real world, but it was always fun to make him blush.
It made it even sexier when I saw him striding around Foundation events, giving out orders while smooth-talking the sponsors, completely in control.
I’d take you so deep. I don’t care if you choke me, I want to feel you fucking my throat.
I moaned as I pinched my cock, precum leaking over my thumb as I teased the head. I wanted to fuck him so hard all I could hear were his cries.
A minute passed where he didn’t reply, so I sent another text.
Are you still there? What are you doing now? Are you fucking your hand?
It’s so hard to type.
I’m going to come just thinking about you.
Tell me how you want me to come.
I promised myself that next time we did it, he’d be in my arms. I wanted to stroke his face and kiss him while he collapsed around me, staring deep into my eyes, clinging to me, gasping for me.
Just keep thinking of me, Harry. Think of how it would feel sliding into me from behind.
I knew I was getting carried away, starting to act like this was a buildup, and we’d be meeting later to fuck. But I was too turned on, and the alcohol was drowning out any thoughts of the consequences other than both of us getting off.
I want to be inside you so badly. I wish you weren’t so far away.
I’m right here. Just close your eyes and imagine how good it would be to come inside me.
What are you doing now?
Another pause before the phone dinged again. It kept falling onto my hip every time I moved my legs. I adjusted my ass on the sofa and spread myself so I could get a better grip on my cock, but I wanted to make sure I could still see the messages as we fired them back and forth.