He moved so fast he dropped the phone, but within seconds his face was back on the screen. Those green eyes barely visible around his blown-out pupils. That flush of red kept creeping further up his neck, and I wanted to be there. Run my teeth over that blushing skin and make him fall apart.

I must’ve been showing a lot more than I thought I was because for a moment he closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. He shook his head once and a smile crept over his lips. When he spoke, it was so low I could barely hear him.

“When you look at me like that, I can’t breathe.”

I heard myself say it before I had a chance to think about my words. “Look at you how?”

“Like that.” He lifted his finger and pointed in the direction of his phone, his eyes still closed.

“Open your eyes, Easton, I want you to look at me when I tell you what I want.”

He snapped them open and the hunger there matched mine exactly.

Ravenous.

“Get the lube on the vibrator.”

“But I’ll need both hands for that.” His chest was moving up and down like he’d been running.

“Do it.” I growled again, just to keep from laughing at how conflicted he looked.

“God, why do I find your toppy bullshit so hot?” he asked, flustered, as I lay there grinning.

That was the thing about Easton, I was different with him. Careless and careful at the same time. More focused on all the things that were going right, and not so worried about what could go wrong. I could be like that for hours, lost in Easton. He put the phone on speaker and set it down somewhere.

He came back, his face still flushed. “What do I do?”

“Let me see it.” Apparently I no longer spoke, I just growled.

He raised the hand with the toy up to the screen and the head was glistening with lube. My hands shook, wanting so badly to be the one putting it inside him.

“Let me see how hard you are? But don’t touch yourself yet.” I stroked my cock again, running my thumb over the head of my dick. I was so turned on I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

Easton shuddered out another breath and shook his head. “I’m so hard right now, baby, let me touch myself, please.”

His words were like lightning crackling through me. I was never one for endearments, and neither was Easton, but when we were like this, delirious from wanting each other, all the rules went out the window.

“No cheri mwen, don’t touch.”

He turned the phone and I could see the vee of his legs, his knees drawn up, thighs spread and his cock sticking straight up. The force of how much I wanted him was almost overwhelming.