Carrick heard the click of the phone set to loudspeaker and waited, his breath held. The deliciously filthy sound of his lover moaning with want made him painfully hard, and when he heard the groan that came from Russell's lips as he fucked himself on his fingers, he was nearly overtaken by climax.
"Gods, Russell. How do you do this to me? I'm so hard..."
He swallowed again, loving the thought of Russell's hands caressing himself and spreading himself open. Carrick began to touch himself more roughly, fist squeezing his own erection tight as he pumped himself hard, hips pulsing forwards as his pleasure rose.
"Oh yes... I want to fuck you, Russell... I want to fuck you hard and deep and make you scream with pleasure."
He gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot through him when he touched a particularly sensitive spot. "Your legs are wrapped around my waist, your arms around my shoulders. You're holding me down, holding me inside you. You're so strong, Russell..."