Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“There’s only one pretty boy I care about seeing naked.”
“Such a charmer. You’re good at this.” Shane cocked a brow.
“I try,” he said, but then he asked, “Does it really bother you?” He didn’t think so. It wasn’t as if he was touching them. It was his job, but he’d never been in this place before, where he had someone whose feelings on the subject mattered.
“No. It doesn’t. I’m giving you shit. What right would I have for that?”
“You have all the right.”
“Van…”
“Shane…”
Smiling, Shane shook his head. “No. It really doesn’t. It’s what you do. I know where the line is. Honestly? I think I just wish it could be me, too. I like the way it feels when you look at me through the lens of your camera. It’s sexy…there’s an edge to it, knowing you’re capturing me that way. That I’m sharing it with you, this thing I’ve never shared with anyone else.”
Van’s dick started to grow beneath his boxer trunks. Well, he was pretty sure they needed to share it again. “Take your clothes off, Shane.” His voice was rough, gravelly.
Shane didn’t hesitate to pull his shirt over his head. He pushed off his bed, set his laptop down and pulled off the basketball shorts he wore. His dick sprung free—long and fat and fuck… “I miss that pretty cock of yours. I jack off to my photos of you.”
“That’s not fair. Don’t you think I should have some of you too?” Shane asked.
“That can be arranged.”
“Are you getting naked too?”
“Is that really a question?” Van countered. He took his underwear off and tossed them aside. It wasn’t the first time they played over Skype like this and he doubted it would be the last. “I want to see your hole. Can you play with the dildo tonight?” Van asked.
“Yeah. Of course.” Shane grabbed the lube and toy from his drawer. He pulled the dildo from the package and then sat on the bed again.
“Lean against the headboard. Put the computer between your legs, spread them with your feet flat on the bed,” Van told him. He had his computer on his lap and already started stroking his aching prick.
Shane situated himself the way Van had suggested. His dick was already leaking—swollen and red. He fucking loved this—exhibitionism. Who would have thought? He wasn’t sure Shane had even realized it before.
“Spread your legs and lean back just a little more. Let me see it.”
Shane did, opening his legs just right so Van could see his pucker—so fucking tight. A sparse trail of soft fuzz in his crack. Van really fucking dug it. Loved that Shane was natural and didn’t get rid of his body hair. “Jesus, I want my face in it,” Van said, his voice hoarse.
“I want that too.”
“Finger yourself for me, Shane.”
He didn’t hesitate. He opened the lube, squirted some on his fingers and rubbed his rim in tight circles.
“That right there. That’s the first photo I’d take of you. That initial excitement of the bliss you know is in store.”
“Fuck yes.” Shane looked down, met Van’s eyes—the brown in them so fucking hungry and full of a need Van would do anything to fulfill. He pushed his heavy sac out of the way, pushed two fingers in, and asked, “Would you take this picture too?”
“Up fucking close. It would kill me because I’d want the fingers to be mine but I’d be close enough to smell you, close enough to watch those fingers push in deep, which is the next best thing.”
Pre-come spilled from Van’s dick. Jesus, he already wanted to come as he stroked slowly up and down his shaft, watching Shane finger-fuck himself.
“Get the dildo up in you, Shane. Wanna see you stretched around it while I pretend it’s me.”
Shane picked up the sex toy, wet it with lube and brought it to his hole. Van could see it clench, see his chest rise and fall in heavy breaths. He was so goddamn beautiful Van almost blew right there, felt his heart try to jump out of his chest.
“Push it in real slow, for me. I want to savor this.”
Shane did, he eased the cock inside himself inch by inch. “God, I wish I was there with you. Wish I could feel your heat while I took pictures of you looking so fucking perfect.”
“Wish it was your dick in my ass,” Shane replied and then pushed the dildo all the way in. When he did, his eyes rolled back and a bead of sweat dripped down his temple and Van wanted to lick it. Wanted Shane’s scent all over him.
“Look at me.”
Shane did. Their gazes locked, Van played with his balls and stroked his cock. Shane rubbed his nipples, fucked himself on the dildo, undulating his hips as he did.
“Fuck, Van. Always so much better when you’re watching.”