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“If you fucking say so.”I grin.I kind of wonder if I’d ever take him.The day before our date, I practiced with a dildo in case certain things were requested of me that I hadn’t done before.It wasn’t entirely comfortable, but the naughtiness and excitement of doing something new turned me on.Things got considerably better once I discovered how to stimulate my prostate.

“Well, now that I’ve got it out, what do you want me to do?”

“Show me how to make you feel good.If I were with you right now, how would you want me to touch you?”It’s a risky thing to say, but he complies.Doesn’t point out that friends don’t touch other friends’ dicks.He strokes himself, root to tip, occasionally sort of twisting his hand a little around his crown.

“Too bad I’m not there to lube that thing up,” I tell him.I don’t exactly mean to lick my lips suggestively.Sometimes these things just happen.

Sexy red splotches spread from his neck to his chest, telling me he likes what I have to say.

“You like the sound of that, huh?That’s it,” I breathe.It’s all I can do not to climb through the phone.“Show me what you like.Show me how you fuck your fucking fist.”

A frustrated-sounding groan bursts out of him as he thrusts upward.He’s angled the phone so I can see the way the muscles in his hips and thighs flex with the effort.I find my hips flexing too, thinking about sliding my cock against him, about sliding inside that ass, riding his crease, pretty much anything that might cause enough friction to make us both come hard.

I torture myself by keeping both hands on the phone.The thin cotton sheet sliding against my dick is both delicious and maddening, but this isn’t about me getting off right now.It’s about him.Seeing him lost in the pleasure I’m helping him find.

“Faster.”It’s a harsh whisper; a voice I hardly recognize as my own.

We’re so far past the friend zone.Past the escort-client zone.Fuck all of it.This version of Fallon is the one I want.And right now it’s all for me.

“What else do you want?”he whispers back.

“Tell me what you like.What makes you feel good?”

“I…I like being restrained,” he gasps, seeming startled that he said the words out loud.

“Next time,” I promise.“What else?”

“I like someone touching my nipples.”His hips jerk faster as he reaches his free hand up, twisting and pulling at the sensitive flesh.That sure brings back memories.

“I’ve never been jealous of someone else’s hand more in my life.If it were anyone’s other than yours, I’d kick the shit out of them for touching you like that.”

He laughs, the red on his neck and chest deepening.It’s fine.He can think I’m joking.He’ll learn.

“Tell me what else you like.”

“Uh.”His breath stutters.He’s panting with each jerk of his cock.“You want to know what else I like when I’m jerking off, or…?”

“I want to know every fucking thing about you, baby.”

“I like…” He slows his strokes.Edging himself, maybe?Hell yeah.

“You like…”

“Uh, pain.A little.Praise.”

Is that what he liked with his wife?Is he missing those things, and what will it take to be the person who gives him what he needs?That I’m wondering makes me think I must like a little pain myself.

“Tell me more.”

“Sometimes when I’m stroking myself, I like to use a vibrating plug.Or a prostate massager.Put it on a low setting and kind of…torture myself…while I’m…” His rhythm falters.His eyes glaze over.

“Holy fuck, that sounds hot.You got one you can show me?”

“Yeah.I… Yeah.”

Since he seems hesitant, I add, “Unless you’re not into that tonight.”

He shakes his head.“No, I-I like this.I need a second.Always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but I haven’t done this in front of someone before.”