The phone fell out of my hand. Fortunately there was the wall behind me, and it kept me upright. This was too new, too special, and I knew I was going to come too soon. I squeezed my eyes shut.
I loved the intensity of the orgasm Theo had given me; it was the best sex I’d ever had, and I wanted what Theo was making me feel.
But I was too close to coming, and I didn’t want to come yet. I began trying to extract the square root of some random number.
Abruptly, Theo pulled his mouth off my cock. Breathless, I stared down at him as he knelt before me, his lips slightly swollen, my cock glistening with precome and spit, and I moaned.
“Wills,” he growled, “what the fuck are you doing?”
“I…I was figuring out the square root of…of a number.”
“Why the fuck why?” He looked hurt.
“Didn’t…didn’t want to…to come too fast.”
His eyes glittered. “What number, Wills?”
“Four…four hundred seventy-four.”