C5 The Phone Fetish

The phone rings and I reach across to the nightstand to pick it up. “Yeah?”

“Hey, sexy.” It’s him. My heart leaps in my chest.

“Hey, Tom,” I say as my cock swells with the memory of last night. I pull the sheet down to my waist and run my fingers over my abs. “What’s up? You OK? It’s only been about four hours.”

“I know it’s only been four hours, but I miss you, all right?”

“Yeah