I groaned, shifting in the bed, my legs falling open to give myself more room. My pulse quickened with every lusty look Easton was flashing at me on that screen.

Fuck it. I was doing this.

“What is it?” I asked, committed to taking this shit wherever it needed to go, and Easton was loving it, if that smirk on his face was any indication.

He took his time to answer, looking at me with just a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if asking, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I pushed the sheets off me and doubled down because as a matter of fact, I really fucking did want to do this.

“I want to see it. Right now.”

I wanted to push and prod until I had Easton panting. It felt like the only thing in the world that mattered in this moment. That dirty smile came back out and I pushed down the elastic band of my shorts so I could stroke my cock. Already desperate to get this thing we were doing, whatever it was, started.

I shuddered out a breath as I saw Easton reach over and grab the pouch with his thumb and index finger, delicately placing it on his chest, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.

He blinked twice, the corners of his mouth pulling up as he fingered whatever was inside.

“This?”

I chuckled at his teasing, gripping my dick, and praying I didn’t come before I got to see his.

He was going to stretch this out, make me wait. Force me to be patient and to ask for what I wanted each step of the way.

I’d always been one for furtive encounters. Quick and impersonal. Not with Easton, every night I’d spent with him had been intense and unhurried. He’d refused to let me run out after a quick fuck. Sure, I’d resisted, wanting to keep to my usual MO, but Easton wanted what he wanted, and in the end I’d stayed.

Hell, I’d come running back for more.

I would never admit it, but I was hooked on the way he made me tell him what I wanted. He never let me hide behind my mask.

I had to tear it off for Easton.

Name each and every one of the things I wanted from him. I could drown in the things Easton made me feel. I could barely keep my head above water now.

Still holding the phone up to his face, he took the toy out of the bag. It was a black curved silicone vibrator, the head a lot thicker than the base. I could already picture the look of ecstasy when he worked it inside himself.

“I want to watch your face when you fuck yourself with it.” I stroked my cock again as a shiver ran up my spine.