“You never need champagne or anything else to do that, okay? You can always tell me what you want.”
She nods, her big blue eyes wide. “Will you do it for me while I watch your face?”
“That’s what you want?”
She nods. “But before you get going . . . Are you in your underwear right now?”
“No. I’m naked in bed.”
“Good. Will you pan your camera down and let me see you?”
“You want to see my . . .?”
“Hard dick.”
I laugh, simply because that wasn’t the word choice I was expecting.
“Is that okay?” she says.
“It’s fantastic.”
“If you pan down and let me see you, then, in exchange, I’ll flash you a little nipple afterward.”
“You’ve got yourself a bargained-for exchange, pretty lady. Are you ready now?”
She’s breathing hard. “I’m ready.”
“Okay. One hard dick coming up!” I remove the blanket from my torso. “Dicks ahoy, baby! Well, dick ahoy. I only have one.” Without further ado, I pan my camera down . . . past my chest . . . down my abs . . . following my treasure trail . . . “You’re still at yes?” I call out.
“Yes!”
I aim my camera at my straining cock—eliciting a soft “Oooh” from Alessandra—before returning the camera to my face. “And there you have it. Objective proof I’m not actually hung like a bull. Like I told you, I’m just an average dude with an average-size dick.”
“I dunno, dude. You look hung like a bull to me.”
I snort. “Based on your vast experience.”
“I’ve seen dicks on the internet. Granted, I’m no dick connoisseur, but . . .” She giggles. “I guess ‘hung like a bull’ is a relative term, depending on who’s saying it. A dick probably looks a whole lot bigger to the girl who’s planning to get impaled by it, than the boy who’s going to be the impaler.”
And there it is.
She actually said it.
Out loud and explicitly.
“Hello?” Alessandra says, even though she’s staring right at me. “Did you have a stroke?”
“You’ve been thinking about having sex with me?”
She rolls her eyes. “Only every day of my life.”
I exhale. “Same.”
Alessandra looks a bit shy, all of a sudden. “We’ll have to take it slow when we see each other, though. One baby step at a time.”
“Of course.”
“But, yes, eventually, I want to do every freaking thing there is to do with you, when we see each other in New York.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. In fact, I think I might have died and gone to heaven.
“Matthew? Are you okay?”
I close my eyes and make a blissful face. “I’m so happy.”
She giggles. “You wanna see my nipple now, loverrrr?”
I nod effusively. “Nipples, ahoy!”
“Only one for now.”
“Nipple ahoy!” I slide my hand underneath the covers again, straight to my hard cock, readying myself for the singular beauty I’m about to behold. “I’m ready.”
Her nostrils flaring, she leans into her camera and gives me a little kiss. And then, she pans her camera down, showing me the pink fabric of her tank, before, suddenly, without warning, pulling the fabric down and exposing her perky breast and hard nipple. And, just like that, I’m on the bitter cusp of coming.
Her face returns to the screen. “You’re the first boy to see that, ever.”
“You’re gorgeous. That almost got me there.”
“You’re close?”
“Very close.” My balls tighten. Tingles shoot through my dick in my hand. “I’m so fucking close.”
She leans into her camera and speaks in a sultry voice. “God, I wish I could lie down in that bed with you, naked, and touch your hard dick the way you’re touching it right now.”
Well, that does it. With a strained grunt, I come onto my stomach, while doing God knows what with my face.
“And there it is,” Alessandra whispers, apparently reading my facial expression to a T.
I take a few deep breaths and smile at her. “That was a damned good one. Hearing your voice was really hot for me. Thank you.”
“You’re very, very welcome.” She flashes me a naughty smile. “I touched myself toward the end there. I didn’t finish, though. I’ll do that after we hang up.”
“We don’t have to hang up for you to do that.”
“No, we do. I’m not as brave as you yet.”
Yet.
“Okay, baby. Whatever is comfortable for you. Like you said. Baby steps. We’ll do everything at your pace.”
“Thank you.” She smiles beautifully. “Good night, Matthew. My loverrrrrr.”
“Good night, Little Lioness. Sweet dreams.”
“They’re always sweet, because I always dream of you.”
She leans into her camera with puckered lips, and I do the same.
“Huge congrats on your record deal, you little badass.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Yes, you could. Send me whatever paperwork Reed sends you. I’ll ask our lawyer to take a look.”
“Oh. Thank you. That didn’t occur to me.”
“Reed would never try to screw you over, given the dynamics. But let’s take a look, anyway.”