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“Yes.” My voice is all breathy, giving away just how desperate I am.
When I get to the head of my cock, I find precum beading there, and I spread it over my heated skin as I keep working myself.
I picture him stalking closer. His muscles rippling as he moves, his cock tenting his sweats because he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him.
I’m so lost in my filthy little fantasy that my cell buzzing on my chest scares the shit out of me.
“Fucking hell.” I laugh at myself as I pick it up and swipe to unlock.
I bite down on my bottom lip as an image of a clothed man appears on my screen with a little play triangle in the middle.
Oh, hell, yes, I am here for this.
Just like the majority of the other videos he sends me, there’s no sound, but honestly, I don’t need it. The second he begins peeling a plain white T-shirt up his body, revealing his rock-hard abs, I’m lost to anything but the image before me.
The shirt gets dumped before his hands begin working on the tie of his sweats. Gray, just like in my fantasy. It’s as if this man is inside my head and knows exactly what I’m thinking.
He’s hard; his impressive length tents the fabric.
I don’t see the waistband from his boxers, so I can only assume he isn’t wearing any.
My mouth waters as he tucks his thumbs beneath the fabric and, teasingly slowly, shoves them down.
“Oh my god,” I groan, my eyes locked on the patch of hair that sits just above what I want the most. And then, the fabric drops down his thick thighs, and I’m left with the image I’ve been craving since the last time we got down and dirty.
He wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself just like I am. My eyes focus on his fingers and then the ink that runs from his wrist up his arm. I can’t make it all out, but there’s a snake that seems to wrap around his arm and disappear onto his back.
RoughingTheModel: I hope you enjoyed the show. I’m jumping in the shower.
HotScore: Show me.
RoughingTheModel: Demanding little thing tonight, aren’t you?
RoughingTheModel: Knowing you're watching me gets me hard as fuck. But I'm gonna need something from you, muse. Give me some more inspiration.
HotScore: Challenge accepted.
Rolling off the bed, I pull the door open and walk to the bathroom, stark naked. I have no idea if Sienna has come back down; I’ve been too distracted with my sexy man to listen for her. Thankfully, I make it to the bathroom without being caught, and once I’ve figured out how to prop my cell up so that it captures me from the chest down, I hit record, turn the shower on, and step under the spray, recording myself as I soap up, before pressing my hand to the tiles and working myself over until I’m coming and roaring out my release.
Fuck me. I needed that.
Before I’ve even grabbed a towel, I attach the video to my next message.
HotScore: Was imagining I was standing there with you…
I want to say that I’m third-wheeling again, trailing behind Sienna and Calvin like a little kid that gets dragged along to events their parents attend because they’re too young to stay home. But tonight, that isn’t entirely true.
Okay, so I am following them into the club where the Vipers’ team captain’s birthday celebration is taking place, but I’m not technically third-wheeling. I had an invite of my own, thanks to Darcy.
I think he felt bad about the way our last date ended, and he reached out yesterday to invite me. I ignored the fact that everyone has known about this for weeks and he only invited me yesterday. I was too excited to be able to attend because someone other than my sister and her boyfriend wanted me there.
I do feel bad, though. I like Darcy. He’s hot and funny and…someone’s perfect guy. He’s just not my guy.
I want to say that if he were up for it tonight, we could have had a repeat of our night together last year when I came to help Sienna move, but even if he didn’t run out on me early, I’m not sure I’d be down for it. It wouldn’t be fair when I’ve got someone else filling my head and making my cock hard.
Someone else…
Every sexting session we have gets hotter and hotter.
