Naomi's 2AM Call for My Gush 2 Masturbation Details

Theo was twenty-four and still awake on the couch, the apartment dark except for the blue wash of the muted television. It was two in the morning. He had jerked off hours earlier and then somehow failed to sleep, cock still half-aware under his sweatpants, the Gush 2 washed and drying on a towel in the bathroom like evidence he hadn't put away. When his phone lit up with Naomi's name, he answered on the first buzz.

"Hey," he said. "You okay?"

"Couldn't sleep." Her voice was low, a little rough, the way it got when she'd been lying in bed too long. Naomi was twenty-three, his girlfriend of almost a year, and she lived across town in a studio that always smelled like her shampoo. "I've been staring at the ceiling. Then I started thinking about you. About earlier. You texted that you used it."

He smiled into the dark. "The Gush."

"The Gush 2." She said the name like she was tasting it. A soft rustle came through the speaker, sheets moving. "I'm touching myself, Theo. I didn't plan to call like this, but I am, and I don't want to stop. I want you to tell me exactly how you did it. Every stroke. What you felt. What you pictured."

Heat crawled up his neck. He shifted, the couch creaking under him, and let his free hand rest on the waistband of his pants. "You want the filthy version."

"I want all of it." Her breath hitched. "I was wet the second I read that text. Tell me where you were. Tell me how you started. Don't skip anything. I'm already circling my clit and I need your voice."

"I was right here," he said. "On this couch. Lights off. Pants around my thighs. I kept thinking about you walking in and finding me like that, and I got so hard I couldn't ignore it."

"God." The word came out shaky. "Keep going. Tell me what you did with your hands. Tell me how the toy felt when you first put it on. I want to hear you get hard again while you say it."

He exhaled, slow, and slid his palm over himself through the fabric. "You sure you can handle every detail?"

"I'm counting on it," Naomi whispered. "Start from the lube."

He closed his eyes and let the memory rise, thick and recent. "I pumped the lube into my palm first. Clear, slick, a little cool. I stroked myself with it until I was shiny, tip to base, just to get ready. Then I worked a fat ribbon of it inside the Gush 2, twisting my fingers through the sleeve so the whole tunnel was wet. It was already buzzing on the lowest setting when I lined the opening up with my cock."

Naomi made a small, helpless sound. "Was it tight?"

"Tight the second the head pushed in. I had to ease it. The mouth of it kissed the crown, then swallowed, and I felt every ridge inside drag over me as I slid down. I was on my back, knees bent, one hand holding the base of the sleeve so it wouldn't ride up too fast. My other hand was on my stomach. I kept looking at the empty cushion beside me like you were going to appear there."

"I would have," she said, breathier now. "If I'd known. I would have sat right there and watched you feed that thing your cock. Tell me how deep you went."

"All the way. Until the sleeve was flush against me and my balls were pressed to the end of it. I held still for a second because the vibration hit the underside of my head and my thighs jumped. Then I started to fuck it. Slow. Long strokes. Pulling it up until just the tip was still inside, then driving back down so the whole length disappeared."

"Fuck, Theo." Fabric whispered again. He could picture her hand between her legs, the way her hips rolled when she got greedy. "Were you leaking already?"

"Yeah. Pre-cum mixing with the lube, making it messier every time I thrust. The sleeve was warm by then. Slick. It sucked at me on the upstroke like it didn't want to let go. And the whole time I was seeing you. Not just watching. Right there. Kneeling on the cushion. Looking at my cock going in and out of that toy like you owned the view."

She moaned, open and unashamed. "What was I wearing?"

"Nothing. Or almost nothing. One of my old T-shirts pushed up so I could see your tits. Your hand already between your thighs because you couldn't just sit there. You were flushed. Mouth open. Staring."

"I need more than staring," Naomi said, and her voice cracked on the edge of a plea. "Tell me what I did to you. Don't be gentle about it. I want the part where I put my mouth on you. I want to hear how you pictured me sucking you while that toy was still on your cock."

His own hand had slipped under the waistband without him deciding to. He was hard again, thick against his palm, the memory sharpening into something he could almost taste. "You leaned in first for my chest. You pushed my shirt up and put your mouth on my nipple. Not a kiss. You sucked. Hard. Your tongue flicking while your lips pulled, and I felt it all the way down my cock inside the sleeve. I groaned and thrust harder. You didn't stop. You went to the other one, biting just enough to make me swear, sucking until both nipples were wet and aching."

"Yes," she breathed. "I would. I'd leave them shining. Then what?"

"Then you looked down at where the Gush ended and my cock disappeared into it, and you saw the head bulge the silicone every time I pushed up. You got this look. Hungry. You wrapped your hand around the sleeve to hold it steady, and you bent down and licked the exposed tip. Just the slit. Tasting me through the little bit of cock that wasn't buried."

Naomi's breathing went ragged. "Say it dirtier. Say what I did with my mouth."

"You sucked the tip," Theo said, voice lower, hips shifting against his own grip. "The toy was still wrapped around the rest of me, vibrating, and you took whatever stuck out past the opening into your mouth. Lips sealed right over the rim of the Gush. Tongue swirling on the head while I fucked up into both of you. Sleeve and mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked like you were trying to pull the cum out early, and every time I leaked you swallowed it and went back for more."

"Oh my God." A wet sound carried through the phone, unmistakable. "I'm so close already and you're not even at the good part. Don't you dare rush. Tell me what I was doing to myself while I had your cock in my mouth."

"You had two fingers in your pussy," he said. "Knuckles shining. You were finger-fucking yourself in time with my thrusts, palm grinding your clit, and you were moaning around the head of my dick so I could feel the vibration of your voice on top of the toy. Your eyes stayed on me. You wanted me to watch you come apart while you sucked me."

"I did come," she gasped, though he knew she meant the fantasy and also, almost, the present. "In your head. Tell me. Tell me I came watching you. Tell me how many times. I need to hear you say I soaked my fingers while that sleeve was milking you."

He stroked himself slow, matching the pace of the story, the phone pressed hot to his ear. "Twice before I even finished. The first one hit you while you were still latched onto my nipple again, fingers stuffed deep, and you cried out against my chest and shook. I felt your breath. I watched your thighs clamp. You didn't pull your hand away. You kept fucking yourself through it, messy and loud, and then you went right back down and sucked my tip harder, like coming only made you greedier."

"Theo—"

"I'm not done," he said, and he wasn't. The couch held him the way it had hours ago, and the words came easier now, filthy and exact, because she was asking for every one of them and meaning it. "You looked wrecked and you still wanted more. You told me, in the fantasy, not to stop thrusting. So I didn't."

He let the silence sit for a beat, just her breathing and the faint wet rhythm of her hand.

"Say it again," Naomi whispered. "The sucking. I want to live in that part before you cum."

"You held the Gush with one hand so it wouldn't slip, and you worked your mouth over the crown that kept popping free on the upstroke," Theo said. "Sometimes just the head. Sometimes you chased it, lips sliding, tongue pressing into the slit to catch whatever I was leaking. The sleeve was buzzing harder by then. I'd clicked it up. Every ridge inside dragged over the sensitive spot under my head when I pulled back, and when I pushed in, your mouth was waiting at the top like a second hole. I could see spit shining on the silicone. I could see your fingers disappearing into your cunt, three of them now, because two weren't enough after the first orgasm."

She whimpered. "Three. Yes. I would've needed three. Keep talking. Tell me how you fucked it. I want the speed. I want the sound."

"I planted my feet on the cushion and started really thrusting. Not slow anymore. The Gush slapped lightly against me at the bottom of each stroke, wet and obscene, and the vibration traveled all the way into my balls. My cock was throbbing inside it. Thick. The lube had gone warm and noisy, this slick squelch every time I buried myself. Sweat on my stomach. Nipples still wet from your mouth, stinging when the air hit them. And you—you were right there on your knees between my legs in my head, hair falling forward, eyes half-closed, sucking the tip like you were starving for it while you fingered yourself so hard the couch would have creaked."

"I can hear you getting close just from saying it," she said, and she sounded wrecked in the best way. "Were you close? Earlier? When you actually came in it?"

"Getting there. You made it worse on purpose. In the fantasy you pulled off just long enough to tell me you wanted to watch it fill the toy. Then you sucked me back in, harder, cheeks hollow, and your free hand cupped my balls through the gap at the base. You rolled them while the sleeve milked my shaft and your mouth worked the head. I was leaking constantly. You kept swallowing and moaning, and the moans went straight through my cock."

Naomi's breath broke into a sob of pleasure. "I'm fingering myself right now. Two fingers, then three, just like you said. My clit's so swollen it almost hurts. Don't stop. Get to the part where I come again. Get to the part where you gush."

He tightened his grip and let the story take the last of his restraint. "You came the second time with my cockhead on your tongue. Loud. You didn't try to be quiet. Your pussy clamped around your fingers and you shook, thighs trembling, and you still didn't let go of the tip. You sucked through it, messy, spit and pre-cum on your lips, moaning so hard I felt it in my spine. Watching you come like that—watching you stare at my cock disappearing into the Gush while you fell apart—that's what did it."

"Tell me," she begged. "Tell me the exact second. I want to cum when you say you came."

"I slammed up into the sleeve and held there," Theo said, voice rough, every word deliberate. "The vibration was right on the head, your mouth sealed over whatever wasn't buried, and my cock pulsed. Hard. The first rope shot out of me so thick I felt it surge up the shaft and flood the toy. Hot. Heavy. I groaned your name and kept pulsing, gushing into the Gush 2 in long spurts, the sleeve squeezing every one of them while you sucked the tip and tasted what leaked past the opening. You didn't pull off. You moaned through your own orgasm with my cum hitting your tongue, fingers buried, eyes on me, watching my stomach tighten and my cock jerk inside that toy until I was empty and shaking."

Naomi cried out, sharp and broken, the sound of her orgasm hitting the phone in a rush. He heard the wet slap of her hand, the catch in her throat, the way she kept gasping his name like she couldn't find the end of it. He stroked himself through the telling, not chasing his own finish, just hard and aching and completely with her while she came apart on the other end of the line.

"That's it," he murmured, still in it, still giving her the picture. "You stayed on me. Mouth soft after, licking the head clean while the toy held the rest of my cum, your fingers slowing inside your pussy, both of us wrecked on this couch. You looked up at me with your lips shining and smiled like you'd won."

Her breathing was a mess of aftershocks. Little whimpers. The rustle of her rolling onto her side, or maybe just her hand finally stilling. He waited, cock throbbing in his fist, the dark apartment suddenly very small.

"Theo," she said at last, voice shredded and sweet. "I just—fuck. I came so hard I couldn't see. Listening to you. Picturing all of it. My fingers are soaked. The sheets are soaked. I don't think I've ever gotten off that intensely from just your voice."

He laughed once, breathless, fond. "You sounded unreal. I could hear how wet you were."

"Because you wouldn't shut up about my mouth on your cock," she said, and there was a smile in it now, lazy and filthy. "God, I love you for that. For not skipping a single nasty detail. I love that you thought about me sucking your nipples and the tip of your dick while you fucked that toy. I love that you came thinking about me watching."

"I did," he said. "Every drop. And I'm hard again just from telling you."

She hummed, pleased, still catching her breath. "Good. Because I don't want that to stay a phone call. Tomorrow night I'm coming over. I want the couch. I want the Gush 2 on you, and I want my mouth exactly where you put it. Nipples first. Then the tip, while you thrust. I want to finger myself until I come twice and then watch you fill it for real."

"Yeah," he said, smiling into the dark, still aching, already imagining her actual weight on the cushion beside him. "We'll do it exactly like that."

They were quiet a moment, just breathing, the call still open, both of them spent and nowhere near done wanting each other.

"So," Naomi said, soft and daring, the last of the tremor still in her voice, "what time do you want me on that couch with my mouth already open?"