The Phone Call: Long Distance

You are halfway through your coffee when your phone lights up, signalling a new message. You put your book down and carefully bookmark it, taking the phone with your other hand.

Jacob 😜😏😈
Wer r u?

You unlock your phone screen and quickly type in your reply. “Da Vinci Coffee. How’s the meeting?”

It’s barely a minute before you get a reply back.

Jacob 😜😏😈
B-O-R-I-N-G. Dreadful. I’d have more fun watching paint dry 😫😫😫

You laugh. “Told you so.” When he told you that he was invited to a “business meeting with all the boys because the Assassins need to one up the Templars in the business sector now” you already knew he wouldn’t last for an hour. He is very good friends with them surely, but Jacob is never a man who likes meetings unless there is booze and the occasional bar fight involved.

Jacob 😜😏😈
cn i call u?

You shake your head, smiling. It’s just so Jacob to keep switching between text speak and grammatically-perfect English. “You sure? You still have your super-secret meeting to attend to.”

Jacob 😜😏😈
To bloody hell with it. I just left. Told them that you wanted to see me now and I have to be the ever-dutiful boyfriend 😘

You roll your eyes and are about to reply when your phone starts blaring I’m Sexy And I Know It and a photo of a very naked Jacob Frye showing his ass in front of a mirror pops up in the caller ID, taking up your entire phone screen. Thankfully, your phone is safe on your lap and nobody else can see it. You let out a long-suffering sigh and immediately answer it. “You prick. Did you change my settings again?”

“If you don’t want me to, then add a passcode to your phone,” he replies smoothly.

“Ah, yes, because it’s normal to use someone else’s phone without their permission. Besides, you with your oh-so-wonderful Eagle Vision would just render any passcode useless,” you shoot back. “And really? You’re using me as a reason to abandon your responsibilities now?”

“Awww, but I thought you liked it when I drop everything for you?”

You feel a little thrill up your spine with the way he ends his question with a purr. “Not when it involves your plans for world domination.”

He scoffs. “They can have the world. I just want a steady job, a lovely house, a fast car, and a gorgeous girlfriend named null who I can make mad, passionate love to every night.”

“Ever the romantic,” you reply dryly, your lips twitching as you struggle not to grin. “I hope that’s not arranged according to importance.”

“Oh, fucking my girlfriend’s brains out every night and making her come so hard she can’t even remember her own name is of utmost importance in my list,” he purrs.

“Jacob!” you protest, a little too loudly, feeling sudden heat in your cheeks. Thankfully, nobody in the coffee shop even turned to look at you, already used to loud phone conversations.

“What? I’m only telling the truth. Remember when I was eating you out on your desk and you came so hard your precious $2,000 laptop nearly fell?”

Of course you remember. You were busy doing something on your computer at the time. You can’t even remember if it was for research or for work. All you can remember is a very impatient Jacob repeatedly telling you to go to bed and finally taking matters into his hands by hauling you on top of the desk, resting the back of your thighs on his broad shoulders, and giving you the filthiest and most vigorous oral sex ever known to mankind.

“I remember how you tasted like. How you felt in my tongue when you came. The way you screamed my name when you flooded my mou—”

“Jacob!” you protest again, weakly this time. Already, you can feel moisture building up in between your thighs. “What the hell are you doing?” you hiss.

“I need something to keep me occupied while I drive,” he says, matter-of-factly. “And besides…” he trails off with a soft hum. “Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to try this?”

“Try what?”

“Phone sex.”

You nearly fall off of your chair. Your coffee is completely forgotten by now (it’s probably cold anyway). “What the fuck? Are you fucking serious?” you yell. A few people look at you curiously and you bite your lip, the heat in your cheeks turning warmer.

“Language, null. Remember where you are,” he admonishes, laughing.

“And yet you’re telling me to…to… do that while I’m here?”

He makes a noise of disapproval. “No, of course not. I’ll tell you where. But first, how’s your phone’s battery life?”

“You can’t be se—”

“null. Answer my question.”

You freeze at the sudden drop of his voice, goose bumps forming in your arms and at the back of your neck. He sounds so commanding… so dominant. Yes, sir, a voice within you whimpers.

“I-I just recharged it so…” You quickly remove your phone from your ear to check the screen. “95%,” you reply breathlessly.

“Wonderful.” He clears his throat. “Now I want you to leave that place. Go to the second floor and look for an ice cream shop called Benelicious.”

You are have already cleared out your table by the time he ends his sentence. Your heart is starting to hammer excitedly against your chest, eager to know what Jacob has in mind.

“Right around the corner you will see the loo. I want you to go the men’s and lock the door behind you.”

You frown while taking the escalator one floor up. “You want me to go to the men’s restroom? Why there?”

“Because I know that it’s rarely used and that place is secluded. Perfect for you and the little show you’ll give me.” He laughs wickedly, sending another batch of shivers crawling all over your skin.

“I’m gonna give you a show? I don’t think it’s a good idea to go on vidchat while you’re still driving, honey.”

“Oh, we’re not doing this on vidchat, love, but you are going to give me a show.” You hear movement on the other end, the telltale shifting of one’s microphone rubbing against a fabric. “You there yet, null?”

You’re facing the door to the men’s washroom and glance around. Not a soul within several feet and the corner is very secluded as Jacob said.

“null~?” he calls out in a singsong voice.

You enter and lock the door behind you. “I’m in.” You look around to take stock of the room. Being that it’s barely used it’s very clean and smells new.

“Switch to earphones now, love. And take a picture of yourself. I want to see you.”

You quickly follow his command and place your bag on the sink. You walk towards the mirror and see your flushed cheeks. Giving your reflection your most seductive stare you take a photo of it and send it to him. Almost immediately you hear his approving rumble.

“Gorgeous. Please tell me you’re wearing those panties I gave you underneath that skirt.”

“The red lacy cheeky one, yes.”

“Fuck. Send me a picture now.”

Your breath hitches at the downright hunger in his voice and you can feel said panties getting quite soaked with your arousal. You make a quick work of your skirt and kick it off. Half-turning, you take a low-angle photo, knowing that the view is enough to not only give Jacob the best view of your buttocks, but also a titillating peek of your wetness.

He curses again when he receives it. “Look at you all wet and ready for me, and I haven’t even done anything except give you orders,” he utters, his raspy tone making your knees weak that you have to grab onto the sink to keep yourself upright. “You love that, don’t you? Me telling you what to do, making you lose control just from listening to me.” You can hear the sound of him smacking his lips as he wets them with his tongue. “Touch yourself, love. Get those fingers wet, play with your clit the way I’d do with my tongue.”

You moan loudly, your finger circling against your sensitive nub, alternating it with light, rapid taps. You again recall that night: The image of yourself on your desk, screaming and wildly riding Jacob’s greedy mouth as he devoured you is forever emblazoned in your mind. “Jacob,” you whine, rubbing three of your fingers along your drenched lips, wishing they were his.

“If I were there I’d kneel down and let you sit on my face with your panties on. You’re so wet my face would get soaked, and your taste… your smell—” he takes a deep breath and exhales with a growl, “fuck, it’s your smell that makes me want to bury my face in your sweet pussy forever.”

“Oh, God, Jacob!” You rub your clit furiously and squeeze your thighs around your hand.

“I’d wait for it. I wouldn’t do anything until you start riding my face, until you demand me to slide my tongue inside you.” His voice is nearly a whisper now, rough and breathy, slithering inside your overheated ears. “And I wouldn’t just use my tongue, no. I’d be all over your pussy. I’d circle my tongue around your clit, I’d suck your lips, I’d bite that fantastic ass. I’d even play with your tight little asshole if you want. And you’d love that very much, wouldn’t you? My tongue in your ass?”

“J-J-Jacob…” Your ears are burning at the utter filth that’s coming out of his mouth.

“You come the hardest when I have one finger inside your ass, don’t you? Such a naughty girl.”

“O-Only for you,” you whimper, moaning loudly when you push your fingers inside of you, pumping furiously while your other hand fondles your clitoris.

“That’s right. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” he growls. “I bet you have three fingers inside you now, but it’s never enough, is it? You want mine. And you’d be dripping nonstop on my hand when I work my fingers inside you. You’d wish it was my cock instead, but I wouldn’t give it to you. Not unless you beg in that needy little voice that you only use for me.”

“J-J-Jacob, please…!”

“God, yes, that voice. Beg for my cock, null, tell me how you want it.”

“Please give me your cock, I need it, please!” You’re not even aware of the words that are coming out of your mouth right now; all you are aware of is the bone-deep desperation to come and Jacob’s husky voice and filthy words getting you there.

“Oh, you will get it,” he rasps. “But you need to do something for me first.”

“A-anything!” you whine. You are so close, you can feel your legs start to tremble at the incoming onslaught.

“Don’t come yet.”

His command feels like you have been doused with ice-cold water, completely pulling you from the moment. You can hardly believe your ears. “What?! No!”

“Did you just say ‘no’ to me?”

Oh. My. God...! You gasp when your knees suddenly buckle at the darkness of his voice. He sounds downright dominating, his tone deep and rough, that you just cannot deny him. He doesn’t really display his dominant side often, but when he does… you shiver violently. At this very moment, you are his willing thrall, and nothing, not even the Fates themselves, can stop Jacob Frye from getting what he wants.

“I-I didn’t mean it, s-sorry.”

“Good. Now, be a good girl and take out your fingers.”

You withdraw your fingers and lean heavily against the sink, letting out a long exhale and blinking your eyes repeatedly at your reflection. “You’re so mean,” you grumble.

He makes loud kissing sounds, which should be obnoxious but they only make him more endearing (and, God forbid, sexier). “And you love me for it. You love everything that I do to you, don’t you?”

A flash of inspiration hits you then. You take your phone from the sink and turn towards the full-length mirror. Your heart starts to race. Shit, I’ve never done this before, but… Taking your discarded skirt, you quickly spread it on the tiled floor. You remove your panties and sit down on top of it, opening your legs wide enough to reveal everything. Gazing at your own reflection, you bite your lip and quickly take a photo of yourself. “Well, look at what you’ve done to me, Jacob,” you moan as soon as you send the photo to him.

“Wha—oh, fuck!” He lets out a deep guttural groan, but before you can comment on it you hear the shrill sounds of tires screeching. He curses more violently this time, alarm and panic evident in his voice.

“Jacob? Are you all right?” you call out, concerned.

You hear him panting. “I’m fine,” he wheezes. “Just nearly hit a lamp post and a fire hydrant.” He laughs then. “All thanks to you.”

You feel so horrified you shut your legs immediately. “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I—”

“Hush, null. You’ve got nothing to apologise for. I nearly hit something, so what? You make it so worth it.” He trails off with a thoughtful hum. “More, please?”

Your libido that was momentarily halted just seconds ago is back in full force, but your concern for Jacob’s safety is still topmost priority. “But… shouldn’t you be watching the road?” you ask, worried.

“I have better control than you give me credit for, null,” he replies, chuckling. “Besides, you did send me that pic without warning. I was caught unprepared.” His voice drops then. “Do send me more,” he purrs.

“O-okay.” Your open your legs again, wider this time. You can feel your cheeks heating up at what you’re about to do. With your free hand, you part your outer folds, completely baring your inner lips and clitoris. You bite your bottom lip again as you raise your phone to take the shot, but you make sure to look at the camera’s reflection directly this time. “See it?” you breathe.

The growl that comes out of Jacob sends goose bumps all over your body. “Oh, God, yes. Beautiful. Should I feast on that delicious pussy or should I give it a nice hard fucking? What do you think, hmm?” You hear him wetting his lips again and you shiver violently in response. This one single sound that he does with his lips drives you absolutely insane and he knows it too damned well.

You swallow hard as you consider his question. Truth be told, it’s difficult for you to choose. Would you want Jacob eating you out like a man starved or Jacob fucking the everloving daylights out of you? It’s like asking which you prefer more - Jacob’s lips and tongue or his cock? It’s a pointless question because you want both. You simply want all of him. Period. Oh, it’s a huge plus that your boyfriend is so gratifying to look at, with that gorgeous face you can’t seem to get tired of watching (especially in the mornings when he’s still asleep), and a body that, while not the “perfect” model type, is more impressive to look at.

So, your boyfriend is a very good-looking and well-fit man. But when it all comes down to it? The one thing that makes Jacob Frye so attractive and utterly capable of sending your libido skyrocketing any time of the week, any time of the day, is that charming and playful personality. He can suddenly grow old and grey and even lose all those muscles tomorrow, and you’d still think he is the sexiest man in the world (and you have a sneaking suspicion that becoming older would just make him more devastatingly handsome, the bastard).

“null, you still there? Wakey-wakey, little birdie,” he teases in that cute singsong tone.

You shake yourself and clear your throat. “Both is good,” you reply, giggling.

“Both?” You can practically see that maddening smirk on his face. “Oh, aren’t you a greedy and naughty girl.”

“Your greedy and naughty girl, Jacob. And you love me for it,” you retaliate in the sexiest voice you can muster.

He moans in approval. “Oh, God, yes. I do. And I do love you so much,” he sighs.

You can’t help but smile. “I love you, too, Jacob,” you reply softly. “So, hurry up and get your hunky ass here, my love.” You stand up. “Be a gentleman and don’t keep the lady waiting, or she might take matters into her own hands.”

He gasps in mock anger. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would… unless you give me a picture of you right now. Fair’s fair.”

“I’m still driving, null,” he reminds you, laughing.

“So? That didn’t stop you from getting a blowjob during our trip to Vegas.”

“Touché,” he chuckles. “Hang on a sec.”

You wait for several breathless seconds until you hear your phone’s message alert tone. There it is: An image of Jacob with the arm holding his phone stretched out, angled slightly downwards to show you all of him. From his tousled brown hair and the slightly glazed look in his eyes, the greenish-gold hue to them nearly engulfed by his enlarged pupils, to the loosened tie and the completely undone trousers, revealing his black briefs that he rolled down to reveal his impressive erection. You lick your lips hungrily at the sight of it, remembering how that thick head feels like circling around your opening whenever he wants to tease you first before pushing all the way in.

“God, I want that dick inside me,” you moan in a breathless whisper. You squeeze your thighs together, as if to stave the relentless flow of your excitement.

“I know how much you want this, kitten. And you will have it soon enough,” he croons. “But I need you to do something else for me.”

“Anything for you, sir,” you growl softly.

“Sir? Hmm, yes, I like that.” He takes in a deep breath and you briefly close your eyes, imagining his mouth hovering over your ear. When he exhales slowly, you shudder, remembering all-too-well how sensitive you can get when he breathes into your ear like that.

“I’m nearly there, love, but I need you to meet me somewhere else. Get dressed - remember to wear your panties - then go outside.”

You hurriedly take your bag and do what you’re told, but you can’t resist teasing him a bit. “I would’ve thought you’d want me without the underwear.”

“Oh, I do, but that skirt is rather short, don’t you think? And I’m a very selfish man. I don’t want other people seeing what’s mine.”

You giggle as you exit the washroom. “Says the man who took a picture of me only wearing his shirt while I was busy making breakfast, and then posted it in his Instagram for his 16,000 followers to see.”

“Hey, that’s different and you know it. I was merely showing how lucky I was.”

You smile, gaining a few curious stares from the people you pass by. “Uh-huh. You were showing off, plain and simple. I haven’t entirely forgiven you about that, by the way.”

“Awww, come on, null.” Jacob is definitely pouting now. “Admit it – your ego got a bit of a stroking reading those comments, hmm?”

“The only stroking I remember was from your fingers while you read those comments.”

“And you came - as I recall - ‘like a geyser’ from all the stroking I was doing. Your words, not mine.”

Even as you roll your eyes in exasperation, you can feel your smile turning wider. How is it that he manages to be so annoying and charming at the same time? “Oh, shut up.”

“Do you really want me to? And here I thought I could keep you entertained with the velvety dulcet tones of my voice.”

Who the hell describes their own voice like that? Only Jacob. You roll your eyes again. You’ve likely mastered all types of the Eye Roll™ ever since Jacob Frye crashed his way into your life. “Ugh, Jacob, you’re too much. Remind me why I love you again?”

“I hardly think your many, many reasons can be summarised in this phone call, darling,” he replies sweetly.

“Just give me one reason then. And it better be a great one.”

There is a brief pause before a snort of laughter escapes him. “Oh, do I ever. Go to your photos and look for The Best Boyfriend Ever album.”

“…Wait, you placed more photos in my phone again? Don’t tell me it’s just more close-up pics of your nose hairs!” you shriek. One of the things you kind of hate – and, fine, love – about your boyfriend is how he keeps leaving pranks everywhere. Your phone is especially a favourite victim of his. You hurriedly switch to the app.

He sniggers. “Relax, null. I swear you’ll love them.”

The thumbnail preview of said album is a close-up photo of his face, so naturally you expect that all it has are pictures of Jacob’s face and his many adorable expressions. What you do not expect, however, are rows upon rows of photos of him naked, posing on your bed like a goddamned Adonis-incarnate. It is obvious that he used some sort of professional-grade camera and even setup a tripod to take these. You know that his experience with photography is limited to taking quick selfies and the occasional blurry picture of birds, so you are completely flabbergasted at the angles he used and how he obviously took the time to research on how to do great lighting.

You zoom in on one of the photos: In it, Jacob is lying on his back, his left arm stretched over his head while his right hand is holding his cock. There is a slight sheen of sweat on his skin and it is apparent from his flushed cheeks and the creamy white liquid trickling down from the head of his cock that he had just finished ejaculating when the camera took this photo. If that’s not enough, Jacob’s eyes are slightly closed, yet he is still gazing at the camera directly, and he is biting on a piece of red lacy underwear – the very same underwear you’re wearing now.

“J-Jacob—holy shit…”

“Like them? I knew you would,” he drawls. “I have something more to show you. Move aside and find a secluded spot. Can’t risk anyone else seeing this.”

“Okay,” you answer breathlessly. You quickly find a spot near the fire exit that looks private enough. “I’m here.”

“Look for a video in that same album. It’s hard to miss. I’ll keep quiet while you watch it.”

You bite your bottom lip when you quickly tap the video to open it. “Watching it now.”

Jacob pulls back from the camera and makes subtle adjustments with it. “Should look fine now,” he murmurs. Then he takes a step back and gives the camera a slow seductive grin. “null, nice of you to watch this. I was supposed to give you this for your birthday, but I couldn’t wait that long. Which only means that I have to top this and my gift last year.”

You feel your cheeks warming up and a dopey grin lighting up your face as you recall Jacob’s birthday gift to you last year. A whole day session of him pretending to be a male prostitute hired to please you in every possible way. He even dressed the part: A thin sleeveless shirt and a very tight pair of jeans, his hair all dishevelled, his beard thicker and more unkempt. To keep the illusion going he faked an American accent and even pretended to smoke – which should be illegal because it was downright erotic. You never understood how people found smoking sexy until Jacob Frye arrived on your doorstep with a cigarette dangling in between his luscious mouth.

Jacob shrugs and laughs a little. “Might be tough to top both, but you and I know how I love challenges. So, for now… consider this as my advanced gift.” He lies down on your bed and starts playing with his semi-erect cock, that trademark devilish smirk pulling one corner of his sinful mouth. “This is for you, null.”

When the Jacob in your video leisurely works himself to full hardness you realise with a jolt that you haven’t actually seen your boyfriend masturbate like this – all by his lonesome in bed, biting his bottom lip, and looking at the camera with that heated stare that never fails to weaken your knees. You may be biased, but there is no other person in the world who can do eyefucking like Jacob can.

“null…” His free hand fumbles underneath the bedsheets. When he pulls it out he is holding your underwear, which he quickly raises to his nose. He takes a deep, long breath and his cock twitches as more precome drips from its thick head. “God, yes, fuck me…” he moans through the fabric, his voice breaking a little as his hand speeds up. He keeps looking at the camera even as his eyes are starting to glaze over.

You heavily lean against the wall behind you when you feel a violent shudder coursing through your body. The very fact that Jacob pretty much made a sex video for you to enjoy is very arousing in itself and now… now you actually want him to make more. With you, preferably.

It doesn’t even take the Jacob in the video long before he’s coming. And boy, is he coming hard. He bites on your underwear and lets out a harsh shout, his gaze breaking off from the camera to stare at his own ejaculating cock. There’s so much of it, and a few creamy drops even manage to land on his face.

You hit the ‘stop’ button. You can’t take it anymore. You need to have him inside you. “Jacob,” you whimper. “You goddamned sadistic bastard, where the hell are you? I need you to fuck me now,” you moan.

He makes a disapproving sound. “I’ll decide when to fuck you, null. But do come out of that hiding spot now. I’m here,” he drawls.

You hurriedly walk towards the atrium of the shopping centre, your eyes immediately scanning the crowd for that athletic build and gorgeous face.

He whistles. “Hmm, there you are, darling.”

You hurriedly turn around, eyes frantically sweeping over the sea of people. “Jacob? Where…?”

He makes a low rumble of approval. “Your legs look fantastic in those shoes. I can’t wait to have those legs wrapped around me.”

“Well, you’re going to keep waiting until you tell me where you are.” You keep surveying the crowd to no avail. “Goddammit, Jacob! I don’t have your Eagle Vision, you ass!”

He lets out a chortle. “Oh, I do love it when you sound frustrated. Look up, null. Fifth floor.”

You swiftly turn your gaze upwards, but you still don’t see him. You let out a frustrated groan. “Oh, for fuck’s sa—”

“The stunningly handsome guy on your 3 o’clock, love.”

You turn your head and finally you see him. You feel time slowing down as you look at each other. Jacob is resting his forearms against the guardrails, looking very much like a scoundrel with the way the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, revealing his elbows. Not only had he completely foregone the coat, but the top two buttons of his shirt were also undone, his necktie so loose and unkempt that your fingers ache to use it like a leash on him.

But more than this clothing, what truly inflames you is his expression, that raw, sexual look in his eyes that is so clear even across the distance between you. Without a word you take the escalator, barely excusing yourself when you hit other people on your frantic way upwards.

“So eager to catch me, hmm?” he teases, tutting in disapproval when you keep jostling people around you.

“I swear, when I get my hands on you, I’d ride that dick so hard you would scream,” you growl under your breath, uncaring if the people you are pushing away in your ascent could hear you.

“Then, come and get it, kitten,” he purrs. He blows you a kiss from his vantage point before turning around to walk away. You see his retreating back heading towards a clothes shop.

“Where the hell are you going, Jacob?”

He laughs, low and throaty. “The perfect place to fuck your brains out.” He then hangs up, the low beeps of the busy signal prompting you to take out your earphones. When you reach the fifth floor and enter the shop, you see him talking to a salesman while he holds up three sets of formal suits.

“—I’m sure your girlfriend would appreciate all these three suits, Mr. Frye,” you hear the salesman saying as you walk within earshot.

Jacob turns towards you and gives you his most impish smile. “Well, I can ask her right now. Come here, null.”

You return his smile and grasp his hand. “Sorry I’m late, Jacob.” You feel him squeezing your hand, his thumb running along the sensitive curve of your palm. You can already tell what your mischievous boyfriend has in mind. You turn towards the salesman and give him your most dazzling smile. “Do you have a fitting room somewhere so I can help him choose?”

The man nods and gestures towards the back of the shop. “Of course. This way.” As you follow him, Jacob leans towards you. “You’ll love their fitting room. It is most...” he trails off when the salesman ushers you inside the room, “…generous,” he finishes.

You look around you, your mouth hanging open. Not only is it almost as big as your bedroom, but there are also mirrors on all corners of the wall. One comfortably looking sofa sits in the middle, looking almost out of place with its white leather material lighting up the predominantly blacks and reds of the room.

The salesman hangs the suits on the wall hooks behind the door. “Take your time, Mr. Frye. I’ll be outside.” His polite smile turns knowing and you swear you can see his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. “Enjoy,” he utters before shutting the door behind him.

Jacob yanks off his tie and gives you a sultry smile. “Well, then. Shall we—OOF!” He yelps when you push him towards the sofa. He lands on it with a soft thud and you quite literally pounce on him, unzipping his trousers and yanking it down with his briefs in record time. You lick your lips when his erection springs free. You quickly pull your underwear down to your legs and kick it off. In the process, one shoe flies off across the room. You don’t even care and you kick the other shoe away.

He laughs, his eyes darkening. “So impatient, aren’t we,” he growls. He pushes his middle finger inside you and rumbles in approval. “You’re so wet. Maybe I should just eat you until you come in my mouth. I do love the feeling of your tight pussy around my tongue. Maybe I could go deep enough that you’d scream.”

“God, Jacob,” you whimper. He has never hidden his flair for dirty talk, but the words coming out of his mouth right now are a whole different level. It is as if your phone conversation unleashed something primitive in him. For a brief moment, you want to climb on top of his face and ride that perfect mouth until you come and soak him with your essence, but you are a woman on a mission.

You grab his cock and guide it inside you, your eyes rolling at the back of your head when you can feel its deliciously plump head breaching your entrance. It feels so good when he stretches you like this. Oh, there is a bit of a pain; there always is during the first entry. But when both of you start moving, his manhood filling you up so exquisitely, you even crave for that pain especially when you want it rough.

You roll your hips, sobbing as the ache inside you increases. You place both of your hands on top of his chest, fingers fumbling as you try to unbutton his dress shirt to no avail. With a soft whine of disapproval you forcibly pull it apart and the buttons fly off to all directions. Jacob gasps, his eyes widening. The look of surprise in his face doesn’t take long, though, and he laughs hoarsely. “Damn, you’re really impatient today, aren’t you?” He then smirks, as if an idea just popped in his head. “Give me my phone,” he orders in a tone that you can’t deny even if it means briefly separating from him to reach for his trousers on the floor.

As soon as you hand his phone over to him, you’re about to guide that incredible cock inside you again when he shushes you. “Wait.” With a few deft taps on the screen, he points the camera at you.

“Now, null,” he rasps.

Oh, God. He’s recording this. You moan loudly at how utterly turned on you are right now. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, watching through fluttering eyes as Jacob directs the camera towards his own cock thrusting inside you. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans before tilting the camera towards you again. In a sudden burst of inspiration you hastily unbutton your blouse, yanking your bra down to grab your breasts. You swirl your fingers around your nipples, shuddering at the sensation of your fingernails skimming over the very sensitive flesh.

He bites his bottom lip. The blush on his cheeks is turning deeper and a frown of deep concentration mars his forehead. You keep riding him, soft little moans coming out from your throat as you grind hard, your hips moving in frantic circles. You can see sweat pooling on his brow, but you can tell that he’s straining to keep still, to keep his hands steady as he holds his phone.

No. This won’t do. You want him out of control. You want him wild, absolutely unquenchable and frenzied in his passion. And you know exactly how to do it. Resting your palms on his chest, you clench your inner muscles tight around him.

His eyes widen in disbelief. “null…!” he moans loudly.

You tighten yourself around him again. You hiss at the intense sensation and you can feel yourself unfurling even more, desperate to have him so deep that you’d feel him for days. “Jacob, please…”

He curses and tosses his phone on the corner of the sofa. With both of his hands now free, he grabs your arms and pushes them behind your back, trapping you when he tugs you towards him. He pulls you down hard, lifting his hips and driving his cock inside you deeper, faster. With his arms locked around your back, you are completely helpless and under his mercy. You can only bury your face on his neck to muffle your screams, the obscene sounds of his thighs slapping against your ass nearly drowning out the delicious groans coming out of his throat.

“How does my cock feel, null? How do you want it?” he growls against your ear.

“Jacob, you f-feel s-so good…” you sob. “P-please make me come. I want it so bad, p-please, master,” you babble, your mind overcome with desire.

“Master?” he repeats. His breath hitches and he moans again, unadulterated lust straining his voice. “Yes, that’s right. Come for me, null. Come for your master, let me hear you.”

That is all you need. You throw your head back and cry out at the wave upon wave of sheer pleasure that shakes your entire body, the sheer strength of your climax nearly making you lose consciousness. Stars burst behind your closed eyelids and you cry out again when Jacob releases your arms to grab your ass, his fingers digging deep into your flesh. “I’m c-coming, fuck, null—!” He thrusts deep inside you and you can feel him pulsing, the searing rush of his come making you shudder.

Gasping, you collapse on top of him and press your face against his shoulder. In response, he gently pets the back of your head. You don’t move an inch, simply content to breathe in his scent while your body calms down. Moments pass before you raise your head to look at him. He’s still breathing heavily, the flush on his cheeks still apparent, but he’s gazing at you with the softest eyes, that peaceful smile on his face so rare it might as well be a national treasure.

‘Beautiful’ isn’t normally a word you would use to describe Jacob Frye, but in precious intimate moments like this…

“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” you whisper, leaving soft little kisses on his lips.

He blinks in confusion. He opens and closes his mouth, obviously trying to form a witty response, but nothing comes out. “I’m not really—”

“Sssh. Just accept the compliment, love.”

He rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face turns bigger. He pulls you closer and gives you a deep kiss. “Hmm,” he hums, still kissing you. “We should probably be heading back out now, but… you kind of ruined my shirt.”

“Then wear one of the suits. I’ll buy all three,” you mumble against his kisses.

“All three? You spoil me, darling.”

You kiss his nose and give him a grin. “I do love seeing you in a suit. Besides, I think we need to repay Mr. Salesman, give him more sales, you know? No way he doesn’t know what had just happened.”

“Oh, you mean Paul?” Jacob’s smile turns into a smirk. “Yeah, he definitely knows.”

Epilogue

You slowly rouse from your slumber when you feel soft lips and the coarseness of a beard rubbing on the back of your shoulders. Those lips slowly make their teasing ascent towards your neck before their owner takes in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and exhaling with a satisfied hum.

“Jacob, stop,” you murmur in half-protest when he starts sucking on the skin, leaving another bruise on your already ravaged neck.

“Can’t leave without giving you another souvenir, love,” he purrs against your ear.

“You say that as if they’re easy to cover up,” you grumble. You turn to face him and open your eyes halfway, still groggy with sleep.

That leer on his face sends a thrill of arousal in you. You want to feel annoyed at yourself for easily falling into Jacob’s charms like this, especially when he pretty much defiled you the night before. It should be enough to turn off your libido for the time being, but…

“Well, I never hid the hickeys you gave me,” he counters, winking.

You snort softly. “You work in a company run by Assassins who couldn’t care less about your dirty shenanigans, Jacob. Whilst I have to look respectable for my clients.” You tap his nose with a finger, giggling when he scrunches his face.

“Did you just boop my nose?” He tries to look affronted, but it fails spectacularly with the way the corners of his mouth keep twitching. He settles for a pout instead.

“Yup.” You reach up to give his nose a kiss, but he deftly tilts his head so that you end up meeting his lips. For several seconds you kiss each other, slow, searching, with the teasing hints of tongue. With a soft moan you pull him closer, wanting to turn the kiss deeper but he pulls away with a chuckle.

“As much as I want to stay and continue, I have to go to work, darling.” He drops a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I’ve already made breakfast. Oh, and be sure to check your phone. I’ve got something for you.”

“Another one? What is it?”

He smiles at you knowingly. “You’ll find out soon.” He leans down again to give you a brief kiss on the nose and lips. “I’ll see you later. I love you, little bird.”

“I love you, too, handsome,” you respond. You watch with a huge smile as he blows you a kiss before leaving. Letting out a happy sigh you turn around to bury your face against Jacob’s pillow. A shiver runs through your spine when you breathe in his scent. There was once a time when you thought it absurd that people would want their lovers’ fragrance so much, but you hadn’t met Jacob Frye back then. You take a deep breath again, moaning a little when you feel the stirrings of desire.

Oh, how you really want to stay in bed, surrounded by the memories of Jacob, but you remember that you also have work to do. With a groan, you stand up and make your way towards the dining area. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, a pleasant reminder that he made this for you (shockingly, he doesn’t really like coffee).

You don’t bother wearing any clothes since you’re the only person in the house right now. Well, if Jacob were here both of you would be naked. It’s all thanks to your wonderful boyfriend that you even caught the habit of Home-grown Nudity™. As long as there are no guests and kids around, of course.

When you reach the dining table you see that it has your plate and utensils already laid out. There’s a bowl of scrambled eggs, two pairs of toast, grilled tomatoes, several slices of bacon, and a steaming mug of coffee. Jacob may be a klutz in the kitchen, but he has surprisingly mastered breakfast.

You sit down and start piling up your plate when you notice that your phone is beside it. You don’t remember leaving it here last night, which could only mean that Jacob “borrowed” it again. He did say to check it, so you can only guess what kind of silly stunt he has done again.

“Damn Assassin,” you mutter under your breath when your new phone wallpaper is revealed to you: A selfie of him in bed while you’re sleeping beside him, your head resting on his shoulder. He looks like he has only been awake for a few minutes judging from his sleep-heavy eyelids and that dreamy smile on his lips. The photo is tastefully cropped, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re naked.

You unlock the screen and are immediately taken to your notes app. It has a single message.

Check your voice memos. Then check your videos. You’re welcome 😜

Hurriedly, you go to your voice memos. You don’t use it at all, so there’s only one file in there entitled ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Masturbation Material 👉👌💯 You nearly choke at the title and his choice of emojis. “Goddammit, Jacob.” You hit ‘play’, curious to know if he recorded something this morning.

“You prick. Did you change my settings again?”
“If you don’t want me to, then add a passcode to your phone.”

…Oh. You feel your cheeks heating up. He actually recorded your entire conversation? And given that he recorded this in his own phone, his voice is in full HD quality. Masturbation material indeed. You quickly hit ‘stop’, not quite ready to listen to it yet. You then navigate towards your videos with a sinking sensation of what it’s in there.

The thumbnail says it all: An image of you all dishevelled and about to ride on Jacob’s dick. “Fuck,” you mutter, feeling a spike of heat and arousal surging up inside you. Just then, you receive a message.

Jacob 😜😏😈
Seen my goodies yet? 😜😜😜 Can’t wait to see your reaction, love. Do send them to me. 😘

You set your phone aside and hurriedly eat your breakfast. A wicked smirk slowly tugs the corners of your mouth as you imagine his reaction to receiving your own brand of masturbation material. Oh, you’ll send him something all right.