Page 48 of True Sight (Nat. 20, #4)

HENRY

I wake up to the feeling of his lips brushing along my collarbone in smooth succession.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he kisses his way up into my neck, behind my ear, and over to my forehead.

I grunt lazily as he kisses everywhere except my lips as he attempts to pull me from the steamy dream I’d been having.

“It’s time to wake up, sweets,” he whispers into my ear as he drags his hand across my exposed torso.

I stayed at his place last night after he offered to take me to the airport for my hellishly early flight.

While I’m more than happy to rise in the middle of the night to teach a class, getting up this early to sit on a metal tube for ten hours should be criminal.

Ellie booked my flight in such a way that I’ll get there with enough time to sleep, shower, and move full steam ahead with her weekend wedding festivities.

I’m ecstatic to see my best friend for the first time since moving to the U.S.

but I’m less than thrilled to be leaving Charleston and more importantly, the people in it.

“Mmmm,” I groan. Rolling over, I pull the duvet over my shoulders and hold it tight under my chin. With access to my back, he runs his hand down my spine and under the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass in his hand. The move makes my dick react instantaneously.

“Be a good boy now and get up. Once you’re back, I’ll treat you like the little slut you know you are,” he growls into my ear, igniting all of my senses.

I roll over quickly and pull him in, crushing my lips to his.

My hands explore his exposed flesh since neither of us slept in anything more than our underwear and his own hard length presses into my hip.

“Make me your little slut now. All of a sudden I’m wide awake and needy,” I beg, bucking my hips up. He shakes his head against my lips and pulls away, smirking at me.

“No can do, we’re going to be late if I do. You’ll just have to be good and wait until you get back.” He looks down at me with wild eyes and I can feel myself scowling at him. “Come on, don’t give me that face. You get to go and spend the weekend with Ellie, remember? You like Ellie.”

“Yeah and I also like your dick in my mouth and one of those things I can have right now if you’d let me.” I try to pull him up to get access to what I’m craving but he stops me.

“Henry.” He resists. “What’s going on? You were so excited all week, why the sudden change of attitude? I was expecting you to be flying out of here and having to wake me up, not the other way around.”

I wrap my bottom lip around my teeth and glance at him. “It’s just, I’m going to miss you.”

“It’s only five days, baby. You’re coming back on Sunday, it’s not forever.”

“Yeah but in those five days you’re going to be taking Margaret to your friendsgiving instead of me and all of your friends will think you’re dating,” I murmur, casting my glance away from him.

“Hey”—he pulls my chin back to look at him—“is that what this is about? You’re jealous of Margaret?” His eyebrows press together and he looks at me like he can’t believe what I’d said.

“I’m not jealous of Margaret, not really.” I sigh. “I’m jealous that your friends know about her instead of about me. Even if it’s fake, I wish they knew who you were really with when you aren’t hanging out with them.”

He worries his bottom lip before speaking. “I know it’s not fair that I’ve kept you from them but…I’m just not ready to tell them yet. About you, about us. I just need a little bit more time. I need it to be just us for a little while longer.” His voice trails off with a sigh.

I know in my heart that I agreed to give him the time he needs to tell his friends who he is and I’m happy to give him that time. But the thought of him pretending to be someone he isn’t because he’s afraid of what they might think makes my heart sink every time I think about it.

“I know you do and I can give you that time. Just, don’t fall in love with a woman while I’m gone, okay?” I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise not to fall in love with a woman while you’re gone. I don’t even know how that would even be possible when I have the best boyfriend who’s coming home to me in less than five days.”

“Boyfriend?” My voice catches in my throat. We haven’t talked about putting any kind of label on what we are after we first got together. In my head, I’ve been calling Conrad my boyfriend for weeks but hearing him say that word aloud has a different impact.

“If that’s okay with you,” he murmurs, flicking his eyes between my lips which pull back into a smile and my eyes.

“Actually, nothing has ever felt more right.” I smile widely, pressing my lips to his once more.

Hello love. I know it’s late for you but I just landed and am in the car with Ellie. Just wanted to send you a note that I made it here safely

Trust me, sweets, I’ve been tracking your flight all day to make sure you got there okay. Have the best time, tell Ellie congrats for me. I’ll text you when I’m up.

I miss you already.

I miss you too.

Five days.

Five days

Remind me one more time why I flew across the Atlantic to come here?

Because Ellie is your best friend and is getting married, remember?

And boy isn’t she lucky that I love her more than I love myself sometimes.

Did something happen?

Just pre-wedding jitters I think. We’ll be fine.

You’ll have to fill me in when you get back.

Also, I know you don’t celebrate but Happy Thanksgiving

Oh my gosh, I completely forgot! Happy Thanksgiving to my favorite American (don’t tell Alex )

Are you getting ready for your friendsgiving?

Yeah, actually, Margaret just got here. She, Annie, and I are heading over to Hank and Bailey’s now. You have the bachelorette party tonight?

Yep. We’re going out in about an hour. Ellie is already sloshed as it is, I don’t think we’re going to last very long.

Where are you taking her?

To a gay bar called Pickles. It’s where she and I met five years ago, felt right to take her back before she gets hitched.

Wait, you’re taking her to a gay bar?

Yeah? Is that a problem with you?

No, no problem.

Just remember whose little slut you are and don’t let anyone touch what’s mine.

I might touch what’s yours if you don’t stop with the dirty talk.

If you do, send me a video so I can watch.

Whatever you say daddy.

Good boy.

Good morning drunkie. I hope your head isn’t pounding too hard after last night.

I don’t know if you remember calling me but my voicemail does and I can’t wait to play it for you when you’re home.

Friendsgiving was fine and I don’t think my friends suspected a thing.

I owe Margaret another pair of shoes but I’ll explain that when you get home.

If you have some alone time today, give me a call. I’d love to see your handsome face if I can.

Annie and I miss you so much.

Two days.

“Hello?”

“Hello there, love,” I coo over the line with a grin. I didn’t realize how much I missed hearing his voice until he answered. Some people say the American accent is terribly unsexy, but everything about Conrad is sexy to me. Even the way he says hello.

“Hey.” I can hear the smile on his face. “Thanks for calling.”

“You said you wanted to see me. Want to FaceTime?” I offer, sitting up in bed and looking around the hotel room I’m staying in.

Ellie’s fiancé set me up in some posh hotel where one of his restaurants is.

Who am I to turn down a free room? I wish more than anything that he was here to share it with me.

“Yeah, I just got home from walking Annie, hold on.” I hear shuffling noises on the other end of the line and then my phone starts to ring with a FaceTime request. I click the button to accept his call and I’m met with the image of him lying in bed without a shirt on.

“ That’s how you went and walked Annie?” I challenge, raising a contemptuous brow at him.

“No, this is how I answer a FaceTime from my boyfriend who I haven’t seen in a few days. You want me to put my shirt back on? ‘Cause I will, let me just?—”

“No, no, that’s okay,” I hurry out as he leans out of frame and starts to rifle around. When he leans back into frame his lips are pulled back into an evil grin.

“Don’t look at me that way, it’s not fair.”

“I’m not allowed to look at you?” He tries to act coy but I don’t buy it.

“Not like your dick is hard and you’re getting yourself off without me, you’re not.”

“Who says I’m not doing exactly that?” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye and I hear myself gasp. He wouldn’t call me for an international booty call, would he? Only one way to find out for sure.

“Show me,” I demand, half expecting him to say no.

Instead he says nothing and flips his camera around to show me his shorts. His hand is tucked underneath them and I can tell he’s touching himself, massaging the hard bulge that’s only growing at his touch.

“Oh.” It’s the only thing I can think to say when he not so gracefully gives me a peak of his tip with the turning of his wrist. What he tries to play off as a simple mistake I know was meant to be an intentional tease.

“That’s all you have to say? Oh ?” His voice comes over the line husky and low. I can’t see his face since he’s pointing the camera away from him still but with each turn of his wrist I get another glimpse of his hard length.

“Use your words, sweets. Tell me what you want. I know what I want and it’s you.

But unfortunately for me, you’re on the other side of the world right now so I’m going to have to make do.

” He breathes heavily into the phone and strokes himself harder.

Without meaning to, a moan escapes from my own lips at the sight of him getting himself off. “Help me make do without you.”

“Show me more,” I sigh, sliding myself down on the bed so I’m lying flat with my head leaning against the headboard. He isn’t the only one who has wants.

He does as I ask and tips the waistband of his shorts down with his hand, allowing his cock to spring free.

He’s hard and standing at attention and I wish more than anything I was lying next to him in bed being the obedient bottom I love to be.

I lick my lips and start to breathe a little deeper as he pushes and pulls the skin of his cock back and forth.

Everytime he moans, I get a little harder on my side of the world.

“Close your eyes, pretend like I’m there with you,” I urge. If I’m not able to get on my knees in front of him like I want to, I’ll talk him through it as if I am.

“They’re closed,” he sighs. Without being able to see him, I’m going to have to take his word for it, so I continue.

“God you’re so hard for me,” I moan into the phone, bringing my hand to my dick which is stiff and needy. My hand starts to do its work while I continue to talk. “Do you know how bad I wish I could ride you right now?”

“How much?” he groans, his hand slowing down as he thinks about it to extend the pleasure as long as possible.

“More than anything. There’s nothing more I would love to be doing right now than riding you and letting you sink yourself all the way inside of me.” His breath hitches in his throat and I know I’m giving him what he needs.

“That’s because you’re just a little slut for me, aren’t you? You like it when I spread you wide and stretch you?”

“God, yes .” It is my turn to groan. My eyes close for a brief second so I can imagine it better.

“You better be touching yourself,” his voice demands breathlessly.

“I am. Sorry I’m not taking a video of it like you asked.”

“Show me.”

“Only if you say please,” I tease, enjoying being in control for once.

“ Please ,” he begs and I can see how his fingers grip himself a little tighter as he does. His cock is hard and engorged and I know it won’t take him long of watching me get myself off before he reaches his finish.

“ Thank you, Daddy ,” I whisper into the phone before flipping my camera around.

“Jesus, fuck .” A grunt escapes his lips when he sees how I play with myself. “Who told you you were allowed to be so fucking beautiful?”

“And who told you you were allowed to be so needy? I tried to be good for you before I left but you said no.”

“I was trying to get you on a plane, remember?”

“Next time I offer to get on my knees for you, you say yes. Got it?” My skin is hot as I continue to rub myself off.

“Yes, yes, whatever. I wish you were on your knees for me right now.” He groans, his hand moving quicker as he speaks.

“Is that what you need? You need me to take your hard cock in my mouth and deep throat you? To have you fuck my face like a good boy?” I throw everything I know he likes at him as I watch him get closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes, yes…” His whimpered cries are muffled through the phone.

“When I get home, you’re going to spread me wider than you ever have. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight for days and I forget my own name.”

“God–fuck– yes …”

“Because I’m your little slut, your play thing. I promise to be a good boy and do whatever you want me to if you do one thing for me.”

“Anything, anything for you.” He is nearly begging at this point and I’m ready to set off the bomb that is ticking inside of him.

“ Come for me, Daddy .”

Four words and he’s done. Four words and I’m done.

And because our cameras were putting on an X-rated show for the other, we both know we’ve reached our peak.

Watching Conrad finish at just my words and the touch of his hand is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

He’s hard and fast and my body wants nothing more than for him to have finished inside of me instead of his hand.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning his camera to face him again and I do the same.

“Holy shit,” he pants.

“You said it,” I say back.

“Hurry up and come home, please.”

“You’re only saying that because I just made you come,” I tease with a smirk.

“ No , I’m saying that because I miss you and I want you here, right next to me in bed.”

“I’ll be home the day after next. I promise.”

“I can’t wait to have you back.”

“Two days,” I offer.

“Two days,” he repeats.

The wedding was perfect. Ellie and Jordan are simply perfection.

I’m glad it went well. I hope our little virtual rendezvous last night didn’t make you too tired for any of today’s festivities.

Not at all, love. Actually, it’s only made me more excited and energized to get home tomorrow. My body is already craving for more but this time I want some actual face time with you, not just the digital kind.

I think I can make that happen. Pick you up at the airport?

I would love that.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow