***
“How would you want me to suck on your balls?” Shane’s voice was pure sex. “Soft or hard?” Shane husked.
“Hard.” Chris moaned, his other hand moving to tug on his balls as the hand on his cock begun to move so fast it was almost a blur.
“After I suck on those balls…get them really wet, I would pull gently on them whilst I move up to take the wet head of your cock into my mouth. Then I’ll twirl my tongue around it and suck…”
“Christ!” Chris fought his orgasm. He wanted the pleasure to build even more. To last. His chest heaved as his breathing got ragged and choppy.
“Then I’ll slowly take you deep into my mouth,” continued Shane’s mesmerizingly sexy voice, “take you all the way into my throat and…”
“Fuuuuck!” Chris screamed as he shot his load, some going as far up as the headboard and some covering his chest and stomach.
Shane knew that Chris was in the throes of orgasm but that didn’t stop his erotic chatter. “And as you shoot, I’ll seal my lips around the head of your cock so that I can catch that sweet essence on my tongue. That way, I can savor it before I swallow it.” Shane’s voice had become so breathlessly husky, he sounded as though he was actually doing exactly what he was describing. “Then I’ll lick you clean.” He whispered, remembering the only time he’d ever done that.
Chris didn’t miss that. “Oh God, Shane…” He whimpered as he kept coming, writhing on his bed in ecstasy. The erotic picture Shane had drawn in his mind, prolonged his orgasm extensively. Chris had never experienced anything that intensely sexual in his entire life. “Fuck.” He groaned when he finally came down from his high.
“Are you okay?” Shane’s voice was a rough noise he barely recognized as his own.
Chris felt dazed, his brain still drifting somewhere around the clouds, but Shane’s question snagged him back down. Disoriented, Chris tried to catch his breath. And that’s when what he’d done finally hit him. Had he just…
“Oh God, I’m sorry, Shane,” Chris said in a shaky voice. When Shane went silent, Chris felt panic rise within him. “Shane?”
“I’m here,” Shane said quietly.
Chris didn’t know what to say. He felt like a first-class asshole for what had just happened. “I’m sorry,” Chris whispered. “That was not what I had in mind when I pleaded with you to call. It’s just that your voice… I’m so sorry if I’ve offended you in any way. I…”
“Don’t be. I’m flattered that just my voice could do that to you.” Shane husked. “At least I now know that if I’m able to bottle my voice, I’ll get at least one buyer.” He teased, making Chris laugh softly.
“Thanks,” Chris said quietly. “I needed that.” He sighed. He’d been strung as tight as a bow since watching Shane come so powerfully on Friday.
“Glad to be of help,” Shane muttered. “But am I to expect this each time we speak on phone?” Shane asked dryly.
“Fuck you.” Chris laughed, reaching for some tissues to wipe up the mess he’d made. “Now, where were we before…”
“Your dick interrupted.” Shane finished and both men burst into laughter. “So…what’s your typical day like?”
Chris chuckled. “You know why I asked that don’t you?”
“I do.” Shane laughed. He’d figured out why Chris asked that question after he’d pleaded with him to keep talking. “But I still want to know.”
And they talked till each man became too sleepy to keep his eyes open. It was only when Shane woke up in the morning that he disconnected the call. Then with an amused smile on his face, he went right back to sleep.
***
The first thing Chris did when he woke up on Monday morning was to call Shane. Their meeting was scheduled for noon so he knew Shane was probably on his way to the airport. He shivered with excitement at the thought of seeing Shane soon.
“Hey,” Shane said softly, turning away from his mother’s knowing smile. She had insisted on riding with him to the airport.
“Did you sleep well?” Chris asked without preamble.
Shane chuckled. “Yes I did, thanks.” As usual, they had spoken deep into the night and had only gotten off the phone when they both got too sleepy.
“Did you…”
“No,” Shane answered, knowing what Chris wanted to ask.
“Good. I’m going to get ready for work. Be safe.”
“Thanks,” Shane murmured, failing to mask the smile in his voice. Damn, he was tickled.
Chris didn’t miss it. He laughed softly. “See you soon,” Chris murmured huskily.
“Okay,” Shane responded and hung up. He almost groaned when he saw his mother’s amused gaze on him.
“You’re wearing your heart on your sleeve.” Sylvia Lewis said softly so that the driver wouldn’t hear.
“Ma…” Shane groaned.
“Hey, I’m happy for you okay? Just be careful. Make sure she is equally serious about you and feels the same way. Otherwise, if she hurts you…” Sylvia took her son’s large hand in both of hers. The look in her eyes said what she couldn’t and didn’t want to add. Shane had been burnt before and they both clearly remembered what had happened to him.
“I’ll be careful Ma,” Shane said softly, not bothering to tell Sylvia that the person who had his insides in a constant state of blissful knots was actually a man… and none other than Chris Donovan.