JOSH.

“Ask me properly.”

Louis’s voice was pure sin against my thigh, three fingers still buried deep, stretching me open while my cock throbbed untouched and leaking against my stomach. I hated how empty I felt every time he slowed. I hated how my hips kept chasing his hand like I had no pride left.

“Please,” I rasped. The word tasted like defeat. “Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need—”

A phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Louis didn’t stop. He curled his fingers harder, rubbing that spot until my vision blurred, and reached for the phone with his free hand like this was nothing. Like he didn’t have...