The phone fell face down on my chest, but I hardly noticed. Scrambling higher up the bed, I reached for the bedside drawer and fumbled blindly for the lube. "Okay. Fuck. Okay," I assured him, gripping his ass in one hand, a dry fingertip prodding against the tight clench of his hole.

My fingers finally closed over the tube and I drew it out, swallowing a grunt of pain as I knocked my knuckles against the edge of the bedside table.

Lube spilling over my cock, over my fingers, I pressed one into him, another, making hasty work of slicking him up. "Shh," I soothed him, free hand rubbing down his spine. Urging him onto his knees astride my lap, I said, "Show me," as I drew him down onto my cock.