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WOLF: Yeah. Wyatt left to get something to eat with the guys a few minutes ago. I probably have an hour or so before he’s back.

An hour was more than enough time to accomplish what I was planning. I called him, and he answered on the first ring.

“Is your door locked?” I asked when he did.

“It’s unlocked,” Theo replied softly.

“Good,” I said. “Leave it that way. And just know, the louder you are, the more likely it is that someone will walk in on you fucking your own fist with me on the phone.”

His sharp inhale made me grin. The risk enticed him, and I knew his dick was thickening at the idea of it.

“Get naked and lie down,” I ordered. “And when you’ve done that, send me a picture to show me just how hard you are at the thought of being caught, but don’t hang up.”

I heard the rustle of his movement through the phone and shut my eyes, imagining him undressing. The bed creaked, and Theo let out another small sound as he shifted.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I stared at the screen. The image loaded slowly, thanks to the poor reception in the building. The dark background loaded first, followed by the curve of his stomach and then the long length of his hard dick. The head was slick with precum as his hand wrapped around the base, holding himself for the camera.

I sank lower in my chair and pressed my palm over the bulge in my dress pants. I let the silence stretch on as I stroked my cock, knowing full well the lingering quiet had him squirming with anticipation.

“Good boy,” I murmured. “Now, put the phone on speaker, and set it next to you. I want to hear every sound you make, understand?”

“Yes.” The audio quality shifted as the speaker engaged. I heard him settle back on the bed.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s going to change,” I promised him. My hand went to my belt, and I casually undid it as I continued the conversation. “Tell me, little wolf, what were you thinking when you sent me those texts today? Stroke yourself once with each answer you give me.”

“I was thinking about you,” Theo whispered.

“Use your words,” I said. “Be specific.”

“I was thinking about your mouth… and the way it felt on me last time.”

“And where did you enjoy my mouth, little wolf?” I adjusted my position in the chair and pushed down the front of my boxers enough to free myself. My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked my length once.

“On my dick,” he replied.

“And what else?”

“I was thinking about your hands… and the way you held me down… and how your fingers dug into my hips when you fucked me.”

“Keep going.”

“I was thinking about the way you sound when you’re about to come… how your voice gets rough when you say my name.”

He let out a shaky exhale that shot straight to my balls. My hand skated lazily up and down my length as I absorbed the sound.

“Only one stroke each time,” I reminded him. “And when you were sitting across the room during the game review, sending me those messages, what did you want me to do?”

“I wanted you to drag me out of there, bend me over your desk, and fuck me,” Theo admitted with another broken exhale.

“Stroke yourself with me,” I ordered. He didn’t need to be told twice as a soft groan escaped him. I echoed the sound, making sure he could hear me. He’d earned that much. “Louder for me, little wolf. Let me really hear you.”

His volume grew a notch, enough to be heard by me, but not enough to tempt the neighbors in the house. Not yet anyway.

“Tell me what you’re going to do when you see me next.”