Chapter 118
Jack
The phone is pressed to my ear, the sound of Nolan's voice a distant echo as I try to focus on the task at hand.
"I won't make the mistake of saying something like that in front of Lanny," Nolan says, his voice steady oblivious to my nefarious intentions.
I palm my hard cock, the sensation electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. The feel of my own skin, slick with anticipation, is almost too much to bear. I bite back a moan, my breath hitching as I stroke myself, slow and deliberate.
"Wait," I say, my voice low and teasing. "What do you look like right now?"
"What do you mean, what do I look like? I just got out of the tub," Nolan replies, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.
"Exactly," I say, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I want to picture you. Describe it for me."
There's a pause, and then Nolan's voice is softer, more hesitant. "Uhm, I'm wet and naked."
"How wet?" I ask, my hand moving faster now, my strokes more urgent.
