You Have No Idea (JohnDave Lemon)

The Cybers (JohnDave Lemon)

I grinned as I heard the low-quality Skype version of my boyfriend's voice play through my speakers. I contained my excitement at the thought of getting to talk to him again. 

"Yo babe, I'm sorry I haven't Skyped you in a while, things got rough down here, the move and all."

I sighed. "I know, Dave, don't be silly. I understand, and it's okay." I smiled when he responded. 

"I know, I know. I just know how much you need me." He said it in a sarcastic tone, but I really did need him, a lot. I looked down in my lap and secretly hope he knew. I stayed silent. "John?"

"I'm here, sorry, just thinking."

"Hey, why's your camera off?"

"Uhh-"

"Can you turn it on so I can see your amazing face?" His voice sounded... Strange. I blushed when I realize I'd heard his voice get like this before... I swallowed, and turned it on. I wished he had a camera to turn on as well, so I'd feel less self conscience about it, but it didn't matter enough to me to not leave it off. "Oh my god..." His voice was hardly a whisper.

"What..?" I asked bashful. 

"You have no fucking idea what I'd do to you if I was there." The words sent a shover up my spine, and I gasped a little, my jeans seeming to get a little tighter. "God you're so adorable when you blush..." Of course, this only made me blush more. He groaned and I heard some noise, and I invisioned him reaching down into his shorts. I leaned back in my chair, trying to make myself more comfortable, my jeans starting to become an issue. 

"You have no idea how badly... How badly I wanna fuck your ass... Just stretching you until I could fit... And cumming inside you.." By this time, my jeans were undone and at my ankles, and I was hoping Dave was too focused on himself to notice as I slipped my hand down onto my own member, giving it a small squeeze. The pleasure I felt caught me off guard, and I practically moaned, not realizing I'd be that sensitive. He noticed this, of course, and he groaned again. 

"Fuck, John... I need... to hear you moan my fucking name..." He moved in his chair, presumably his back arched. Invisioning this, my hips bucked up to my touch. I gritted my teeth, trying not to say anything. "I'm going to make you moan my name... If I have to indulge in every fucking fetish you have... I'd tie you up..." I squeaked. "Turn you on, and let you cool down, make you beg for me to finish you off..." 

"Da-ave..." I couldn't help pushing my underwear to my knees, giving myself a nice stroke. 

"That's it... Fucking do it again, just like that..." He moaned through his teeth, and my pleasure intensified.

"Fuck - Dave!" I closed my eyes tightly, trying to hold off my orgasm. 

"Ohh... Shit, John..." I heard the noises of him stroking himself intensify. "I-I'm gonna-..." He moaned loudly, and I knew he'd cum. I finished off soon after, clenching my teeth as to not give him the satisfaction of knowing what it sounded like. It went everywhere, of course, but I didn't mind as I lay back in my chair, panting hard. I could hear him panting too. "I love you so much..." I heard him whisper. 

"I love you too, Dave..."