Off Limits (Secrets Kept 1)

Fuck. My eyes rolled back as I grabbed the lube from my nightstand, slicked up, and used one hand to jack my cock.

GoodWithHisHands: You have my balls so damn full.

TheDoctorIsIn: Not Spencer and Reed?

GoodWithHisHands: No, you, and you know it.

TheDoctorIsIn: Yeah, you have me the same way. I’m already close to busting a nut. I want you.

GoodWithHisHands: Video?

TheDoctorIsIn: No.

GoodWithHisHands: Yes.

TheDoctorIsIn: Tsk, tsk. Stop being so bossy.

GoodWithHisHands: Despite my screen name, it’s not easy to jerk off and type with one hand.

TheDoctorIsIn: Then don’t fight me on the control thing this time. You can lead it next time. Set the phone where you can see what I’m telling you. Turn on voice-to-text so you can answer me, but my rules this time, mechanic.

Goddamned if I didn’t want to say yes, if I wasn’t too hard, too needy, to not just do what he said instead of challenging him. It was hot having my doc say this shit to me.

I did what he said.

TheDoctorIsIn: Are you done?

GoodWithHisHands: Yeah. Makes it easier. I get to play with my balls with one hand and jerk it with the other. I love my nuts getting attention too.

TheDoctorIsIn: Listen to you, getting all dirty with me. You still leaking?

GoodWithHisHands: Yeah, some. Not a ton.

TheDoctorIsIn: Taste it for me again so I can get jealous.

Fuck, this was hot. He was hot.

GoodWithHisHands: I taste good. Already got more there waiting, you get me so hot. What would you do with me if you were here?

TheDoctorIsIn: I’d have my hand on you, my mouth. I’d lick around your crown with my tongue, then suck all that precum up. Just because I know you like it so much, I’d lap at your balls too, but only if you said please.

“Please,” I found myself begging, voice-to-text sending the message. My body was overly sensitive, goose bumps pebbling up and down my arms as I stroked my cock and played with my nuts, pretending it was my doc. That I had his hot mouth around me, tasting me and teasing me.

TheDoctorIsIn: That’s good, so damn good, mechanic. I wish I knew what your voice sounded like, want to hear you begging me over and over in my head while I jerk myself off. Christ, my balls are full. I’m eating up all my precum too, trying to tell myself it’s yours. That I finally have my mechanic on my tongue, your heavy dick in my throat, the musky, masculine smell of you all around me. Are your hands rough? I bet they are. I fucking love rough hands.

I wanted to make this last, wanted to drag it out, wanted to go to him right then and there and demand he put his mouth on me and do all the things he was promising. But I stroked faster, wondered what his hands felt like, and how his voice sounded, and the noises he would make when he choked on my cock.

GoodWithHisHands: Fuck, I’m gonna come. I can’t believe I’m already going to bust a nut. You better be right there along with me.

TheDoctorIsIn: Your words just made me shoot. I’m covered in my load. It’s all over my stomach. Would you eat it all up if you were here?

That was all it took for my balls to draw up tight. For my vision to go blurry and tremors to run up my spine, my release coating my hand, my abs, my groin.

GoodWithHisHands: Fuck, I literally might die. I didn’t know it was possible to come that hard, and fuck yes, the first thing I’m going to do when I meet you is drain a load out of your balls.

TheDoctorIsIn: Not if I get to your dick first.

I smiled. God, I liked him. Too much.

GoodWithHisHands: If it was that good just over an app, can you imagine what it will be like in person?

Because I was tired of waiting. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself off. I wanted to meet him, wanted to have him. If it didn’t work, it didn’t work, but I needed to try.

GoodWithHisHands: Don’t go quiet on me now, Doc. We’re gonna do this, aren’t we?

TheDoctorIsIn: Yeah, yeah, we are. Not sure I can stay away. Not now, though…soon.

GoodWithHisHands: Soon.

We cleaned up after that, and then I got into bed, and we started messaging again.

We were at it for a couple of hours, and when I finally went to sleep, I felt ridiculously happy, reminding myself that he was close, that he was going to sleep in the same complex as me, and soon we’d be in the same room, making good on all the dirty promises we spoke about tonight.

9

Hutch

“I’m sorry,” Maddy said as we sat across from each other at the restaurant. I’d just gotten off shift at the hospital, and we’d met up for an early dinner. It was something we should have done more than we did. I couldn’t say why Maddy and I spent less time together the older we got, but I still felt guilty about it.