I was rock hard. I didn’t even have to be on the phone with Zane for two seconds before I popped a boner. How did that happen? What kind of power did this man have over me and my dick? It was an instant reaction, as if I had trained my own dick to stand to attention at the first sign of contact with Zane, whether that be through the phone or in person. Cazzo. It was almost childish with how crazy my hormones were acting.

But I also couldn’t control it. Zane just set me off in so many different ways. I couldn’t help but steer the conversation toward how fucking horny I was. The moment Zane started playing along, I practically had my pants down to my ankles. I double-checked to make sure my office door was locked before unzipping and dropping them, my briefs following seconds later. I sat down in my office chair, spinning it around so that my back was to the office door and I was looking out toward Times Square. I had the corner office, which meant my window wrapped around and gave a much more impressive view compared to Candice’s. But she was closer to the kitchen, so it wasn’t like she lost giving up the corner office.

I palmed my balls as I pulled Zane up on FaceTime. I made sure he could only see me from my waist up. I wanted to give him a little bit of a tease before we ended up Facesexing.

“Okay, so for the quiz,” I said, thinking up different naughty words I could throw his way. “You know what ‘cazzo’ means. How about ‘pompino’?”

Zane narrowed his eyes. He looked so good, even just being on a phone screen. He was the type of man that took great photos and looked great in person, too. A double fucking whammy of hot. I tugged on my balls.

“Pompino?” Zane repeated. “Like a penis… pump?”

I couldn’t hold back the laugh at his guess. “Close-ish.” I also couldn’t tell that face he was flat-out wrong. “It actually means blowjob.”

“Ah, that was my next answer.”

“Right, right.”

“Okay, what’s another critical sex term I should learn.”

I arched a brow. “Do I sense sarcasm? Because I could stop these lessons and leave you with palle blu.”

“Blue… blue balls.”

“See, you are learning.” I felt my own balls tighten, my cock leaking down onto the bottom of my light blue dress shirt, staining the fabric with dark spots.

“What do I get for answering right?” Zane asked. I noticed one of his arms wasn’t in frame. He must have been taking some serious notes.

“Satisfaction in knowing you’re bettering yourself through the beauty of language.” I smiled at him while I let go of my balls and gripped my shaft in a tight fist. I ran my thumb over my leaking slit, wiping off the clear fluid and rubbing it all over the head.

“I’m definitely looking for some satisfaction,” Zane said, his tone taking on a more gravelly pitch. I licked my lips and rolled my chair back. I held my phone out farther, my eyes honed in on Zane’s. He was smirking.

“Okay, try this phrase on for size: ‘Voglio il tuo cazzo.’ You already know ‘cazzo,’ and the first word is similar to yearning for something.”

“Okay, okay. So…” Zane took a moment, looking offscreen and thinking of what the translation could be. His jawline looked dangerously sharp in the light. My cock throbbed in my grip. “Hmm, yearning… dick… want… I want your dick?”

I nodded, clearly impressed. “Good job,” I said, chuckling. “You pass with flying colors.”

“All right, Professor. Let me try this out.” He was grinning. I glanced at the window holding my video. Zane still couldn’t see my cock, but my arm movements were definitely no secret anymore. An inch farther out and the camera would clearly catch the head of my dick leaking onto my hand as I stroked, getting off to the idea of Zane doing the exact same thing. “Vog—Voglian—Vlogging ew your cazzo.”

I almost snorted. Zane’s Italian still had a ways to go, but damn it, he sounded so damn cute, and his attempts were admirable for sure. Besides, I was a patient teacher, and I had a feeling I could spend hours training that tongue of his.

“Is that a request?” I asked, biting my lower lip as I dropped the camera lens a few more inches. My eyes were out of the frame, but my cock was taking up half the screen.

“Damn,” Zane said, his voice sounding huskier. “I wish I could reach through the screen right now.”

“So do I,” I said, stroking myself for Zane. I could see him staring, his mouth slightly ajar, his arm moving faster as he played with himself offscreen. I ran my thumb over the tip again, lifting it to show off the string of clear precome that created a rope between my thumb and my cock.

“Fuck, I just want to lick that up.” Zane was holding his phone out farther, showing me how badly he wanted to lick it up. He was rock hard, his pants discarded and his thick, hairy thighs opened wide. Zane was such a sexy specimen of a man. He went to the gym at least five times a week, and that clearly showed in the way he was built. I could picture him suffocating me with those muscular thighs of his, and I’d die perfectly happy. I, on the other hand, tried to make it to the gym at least twice a week. I ate really well, which helped offset my lack of exercise. I didn’t have a picture-perfect six-pack, but I never felt like I needed to have a set myself. It was definitely a nice bonus that Zane had a six-pack I wanted to make my regular dinner plate, but it was certainly by no means a requirement.

“Cazzo, Zane. You’re beautiful.” My fist squeezed tighter. I swallowed and stretched my legs out. “Imagine me sitting on your lap, baby. Close your eyes.” My tone grew deeper, matching the huskiness that had overcome Zane. I watched as he listened to me, closing his eyes and dropped his head back while one hand held the phone and the other one worked his swollen dick. “Imagine me climbing on top of you, my legs squeezing yours, my cock getting your abs wet with precome. Picture me reaching back, grabbing you in my hands. I can practically feel you, Zane. I could feel your weight, your hard, thick cock in my hand. I’d guide it to my tight hole. I’d spit in my other hand and use it to get myself slick. Ready for you.”

Zane was grunting. I could tell he was keeping his volume contained because he was normally much louder. I smiled, my balls sending electric shocks of pure pleasure racing through me. Seeing him getting close was making me push toward the edge.

“Oh fuck, Enzo, you have me so hard. I’m so close.”

“Yeah you are,” I answered, wishing I could moan it into his ear instead of my cell phone. But honestly, I’d take whatever I could get at that point. If he wanted to write me dirty letters like we were some kind of prison pen pals, I’d totally take it. We could share the same bunk in whatever gay prison Candice was secretly creating. “And I haven’t even put it in yet. Imagine how you’d feel when I push my ass back, taking the head of your cock inside me. I’d gasp, feeling my body get used to how big you are. But I wouldn’t be able to hold back for very long. I know I’d slide down on you, taking the entire thing in my ass, making you see stars, our bodies becoming one being. I’d look you in the eyes and smash our lips together while you start to fuck me. Faster and harder. Oh, Zane, ti voglio dentro di me.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, Enzo. You’re going to make me—”

Suddenly, a couple of knocks stopped us both in our horny tracks. I wasn’t sure if it had come from my office or Zane’s for a second, but judging by how wide Zane’s eyes were, it seemed like he was sure the knocks were on his door.

“Fuck,” Zane said into the camera. His cheeks were flushed pink, his cock still in his hand, hard and ready to blow.