Page 19 of Numbers Boy (Working Boys #2)

He’s obviously hard, and my breath leaves me in a soft huff as my own cock hardens more fully. I press the heel of my palm against the bulge growing in my jeans, eyes tracing over the entire photo again before I reply.

“Fuck, Princess,” I finally manage. “I wish I was there to help you with that.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks. His voice is still low, but there’s an almost pleading quality to it now. “What would you do if you were?”

Oh, Princess wants to play.

“I would get on my knees and pull that pretty cock out.” I close my eyes, imagining how Steve would look from below, his cock jutting out and green eyes blazing as he watches me from above. “Will you do that for me, Steve? Get your cock out and let me talk you through it?”

A soft whimper comes over the line, followed by a muffled shuffling sound. “D-done.”

“Good job, Princess,” I croon as I unzip my fly and do the same, tracing along my length with my fingertips. “I can’t wait to see you up close. Feel you again. Taste you. Lick one hand for me and wrap it around yourself.”

I follow my own instructions, wanting it to be Steve’s taste in my mouth instead. Wanting my hands on him, caressing him, and showing him without words just how lovely he is. But my own wants can hold off. My Princess is waiting.

“Stroke yourself slowly. Make yourself feel good,” I guide, relishing the gasp I hear as he does.

“If I was there, I’d be on my knees for you in an instant.

I would find all your beautiful freckles on your stomach and hips, and then I’d kiss each and every one of them.

There’s one just above your belly button that drives me wild anytime I catch a glimpse of it under your cozy sweaters.

I would come back to that one again and again, kissing and licking until you’re dripping for me to take you in my mouth. ”

Steve’s breathing is getting faster, and I know this isn’t going to take long. Which is probably a good thing, considering he’s currently in his friend’s bathroom. There will be other chances for me to take my time with him. I keep talking, wondering just how fast I can make this.

“And I would, Princess. You wouldn’t even have a chance to beg.

I want to lick your tip, discover how your precum tastes.

I bet you’re just the tiniest bit sweet under all the salty.

The opposite of the rest of you.” I grip myself tighter, my hand speeding up as I think of Steve’s sweetness.

His bright laugh and his kind, slightly sassy attitude.

A small groan hits my ear, and I imagine it coming from red-painted lips.

My cock throbs at the thought. “Then I’d explore your length.

You felt so good against me before. I want to feel you again.

Suck you and stroke you until you’re delirious with pleasure.

Want to play with your sac and tease your hole until you come down my throat.

And I want to swallow all of your release, savoring your flavor because it means I made you feel good. ”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Steve starts panting into the phone before there’s one long moan. The sound of his orgasm sets off my own. It smashes into me, and my hips punch up off the couch as ropes of cum coat my hand and land on my lower belly.

After a few seconds, my breathing starts to slow, and I realize I’m in the living room. Oops. Good thing Blake isn’t home. Before I can get too worked up about that, Steve’s blissed out voice comes through again.

“Thanks, Noe. I no longer have a hard-on. Now I just have a mess.”

We both laugh at that, and I snap a picture of my own mess and send it through.

“Same.”

“Fuck,” Steve mutters a little breathlessly. “That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

I chuckle, cock twitching valiantly at his words, even though it’s down for the count after our jerk session. I do a cursory cleanup and tuck myself away. “I know for a fact you’ve seen a mirror, Princess. Pretty sure your face right now would give me a run for my money in the contest for hottest.”

A quiet, pleased-sounding hum comes through the phone. “Well, regardless, now I have to walk back out like I didn’t just jerk off in the bathroom.”

“I mean, you could always say it was part of your holiday observances.”

“I just might,” Steve says through a laugh.

When he doesn’t immediately say goodbye, I get the feeling we’re both stalling for time, neither of us wanting to leave this little bubble we’ve created.

I’ve missed being near Steve for more than a few minutes at a dog park.

It doesn’t matter that it’s only happened once; that once was enough to hook me, and I want more.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

So instead, I just listen to Steve’s quiet, steady breathing.

Too soon, I hear a knock from Steve’s side of the call, followed by a muffled “Tell that hunky dog walker of yours that you’ll see him later, and get your ass out here, Stevie. Some of us actually have to pee!”

“You can’t see me, but I’m flipping you off, Stu,” Steve replies, voice sounding like he’s got his hand over the phone mic.

Even with that, I can hear the fond exasperation in his tone.

His next words are louder again, clearly meant for me.

“I really should get going, Noah. Can I see you this week?”

“I would love that.” I mentally run through my calendar.

My freest night would be Tuesday, even though I’ve got the girls.

My heart thrums at the thought of introducing them to Steve.

Would he want that? I guess there’s only one way to find out.

“How do you feel about meeting my nieces? I’ve got them on Tuesday, but we could all hang out together. ”

At first, I think Steve is against the idea because he doesn’t reply right away.

Just as I’m about to tell him that we can find another time, he answers, and just like his response to my dick pic joke, I shouldn’t have worried about his reaction to this either.

I can hear the excitement in his tone as he chirps, “I would love that! Are you sure? Would you want to bring them to my place to play with Stacy again?”

He sounds eager and hopeful, and my heart flips again at how sweet this man is. Not only is he willing to meet two of the most important people to me, he’s offering his own space and dog to do so. “Of course, I’m sure. And your place sounds great. I’m sure they’d love to see her.”

“Then it’s a date.”

I don’t think I stop smiling the whole rest of the weekend.