Painted Lace - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,4

done that could be classified as wild.

Wild isn’t exactly in my vocabulary. In fact, I think a word cloud about me would probably contain more antonyms for the word wild than the thesaurus even contains— careful, measured, orderly, cautious...the list goes on.

I chew on my bottom lip and consider whether I should make something up. I could pretend to be someone who does wild things. After all, that’s no different than the men on this app pretending they have oily abs. But for the life of me, I can’t even think of anything wild.

Austin: I accidentally took the basket home from the supermarket once?

Austin: After I realized what I’d done, I was going to just keep it because I figured they wouldn’t miss it. But then I ended up feeling so guilty I drove back in the middle of the night and left it right outside the door so someone would find it when they opened in the morning.

Keaton: LOL. OMG, that’s precious.

I can feel a blush rising in my cheeks at being called precious. But before I can feel too offended, another message comes through.

Keaton: You sound sweet. I bet you’re one of those upstanding boy scout types just dying to be corrupted. Am I right?

Am I dying to be corrupted? Hard to say without knowing what the corruption might look like.

Austin: If corruption comes with those bedroom eyes and pretty lips of yours, I could possibly be talked into it.

I gasp at my own bold message as soon as I realize I actually sent it. Did those words really come from me?

Keaton: Good looking and a charmer. I can definitely work with that.

Keaton: Describe your dick to me.

Austin: What?

Heat floods my body at his request, my cock twitching against the cotton fabric of my boxer briefs.

Keaton: Your cock, sweetheart. Tell me about it.

My breath catches and my dick slowly hardens, snaking down my thigh and growing hot against my skin.

Austin: Do you want a picture?

I’ve never sent a dick pic. I’ve never even received a dick pic. But if he wants one, I could probably work up the nerve. Clutching my phone in one hand, I palm my erection through my pants while I wait for his reply. I groan quietly, squeezing my shaft and spilling a sticky drop of precum against the inside of my thigh. My cock pulses eagerly as I trace the outline of my swollen head through the soft fabric, a needy shiver running up my spine.

Normally when I jerk off, it’s a rather quick and business-like endeavor. More often than not it’s in the shower, so I won’t have a mess to clean up. I simply stroke myself as quickly and efficiently as possible, coming in a few quick bursts and moving on with my day. I can’t think of a time I’ve sat on my couch and teased myself this slowly. It’s...erotic.

My cock jerks against my hand when my phone buzzes with a new message.

Keaton: No. I want you to take your cock out and get yourself hard. Then, I want you to describe it to me in excruciating detail.

My breath comes out in a heavy gasp.

Austin: I’m already hard.

Keaton: Good. Now be good and tell me all about your pretty cock.

I set my phone down for just a second so I can unbutton my pants and push them down around my thighs. My erection springs up as soon as it’s free. I stare at it for a few seconds. It’s my own dick, so obviously I’ve seen it thousands of times in my life. But I’ve never been asked to describe it before.

Picking my phone back up, my whole body heats with an embarrassed sort of excitement. Somehow being asked to describe my dick feels naughtier than simply snapping a picture to send. It feels downright scandalous.

Austin: It’s dark pink right now, almost red, I’m so hard. There’s a thick, purplish vein that starts at the base and wraps around my shaft.

Keaton: Cut or uncut?

Austin: Cut. My head is drenched with precum right now. I can’t remember when I’ve been this turned on.

Keaton: Mmmm. You’re making my mouth water. Are you playing with yourself right now?

I moan quietly at his question, spreading my legs as wide as my pants will allow and cupping my balls. They tighten at the gentle caress of my fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My cock jerks and dribbles more precum. A clear droplet glistens as it cascades onto my stomach.

Austin: Yes.

Keaton: So naughty.