“There isn’t a lot of support for the girls.”
“I wish I was there to help you with that.” I sighed. “I wish you were here.” God, I wanted to get lost in her.
“What would I be doing?”
“You’d be next to me. Your soft skin next to mine. Making me forget.” I felt a bit like an idiot for admitting that, and yet I was so damn tired, I didn’t have the strength to censor myself. Besides, this was Petal. I trusted her.
“Close your eyes, Cy.”
“They’re closed.”
“Now think of me—”
“I already am.” My dick was too. I was in my boyhood bed with a hard on and seriously thinking of having phone sex with my friend. Not that I’d never jacked off as a teen in this bed, but still, I was a grown ass man.
“My hands are caressing your body. Soothing your tension. My lips are kissing your temple, your jaw—”
I had a flash of guilt as I remembered Lora’s kiss. I wondered if I was supposed to tell Petal about that.
“Can you feel me, Cy?”
I pushed Lora away and focused on Petal’s soothing voice. “Yes.”
“Are you relaxing?”
“Not exactly.” I slid my hand down to my dick. “You’re stroking my cock, Petal.”
She let out a breath. “Do you enjoy it?”
“Yes.” I spread the pearl of precum over my tip. “I wish it was real.”
“I’m with you, Cy. That’s real. And if I were there, I’d be making you feel good.”
“Would you suck my dick?”
“I’d cover in frosting and suck it until you came in my mouth.”
I groaned. “Tell me more.”
20
Petal
I hadn’t expected Cyrus to call tonight. I knew he was flying back to Chicago and would be focused on his mom. I was in bed reading when my phone rang. My first reaction was excitement that he was calling, but then I remembered that I was his friend and he probably needed support. I hadn’t expected the call to go from offering emotional support to phone sex. But if he needed to have his mind taken off his troubles, I could do that.
“Tell me more,” he said.
“I’d lather your entire cock with cool, smooth frosting.”
He let out a shuddering breath. I imagined him stroking his dick and it made me wet.
“Then I’d drag my tongue along the bottom of your cock. I’d moan. Mmmmm…”
“Fuck yeah…it’s so good, Petal.”
“Some frosting would get stuck along the rim and I'd flick my tongue back and forth to get it.”
He groaned, making me feel so sexy and powerful.