Fall for You: Boys of Alabama

The message says delivered but not read, so I make my way upstairs and strip out of my jeans and t-shirt. Dropping down into the bed I grab my remote and click the tv on, turning it to ESPN to watch some sports highlights. My phone dings.

Sophie: Home! Goodnight, Mr. James. ;)

I roll my eyes. Cheeky girl. My phone dings again.

Alexis: Sorry, I thought I heard a noise out my back door but I don’t see anything.

I sit up and hit dial. Her phone rings twice before she answers.

“Do you want me to come over and take a look?” I say before she even says hello. She laughs quietly.

“Thank you for your concern, but really, it’s fine. It was probably just an animal,” she lets out a quiet sigh and I hear blankets rustling.

“What are you doing?” I ask her as I lay back in bed. I hear her the sound of fabric rubbing together and then nothing.

“Settling into bed. What are you doing?” She asks.

“The same. What are you wearing?” Alexis snorts.

“Really, Ford? What are we, 19?”

“I’m definitely not 19 and I am 100 percent serious, Lex. What. Are. You. Wearing?” I know she can hear the desire in my voice and I hear her breath catch.

“B-black lace panties… and a shirt,” she stutters and I feel my cock getting hard. I drop my head back against the headboard.

“And nothing else?” I grit out, taking myself in my hand and giving my cock a good pump. I can hear her heavy breathing on the other side of the phone.

“No, nothing else,” she whispers into the phone.

“Fuck. Touch yourself,” I say while gripping my shaft, giving it a squeeze to ease the ache. I hear her breath hitch again.

“Seriously?” She whispers.

“Dead fucking serious, Alexis. I want you to touch yourself while I’m on the phone with you. I want to hear you come to nothing but my voice.”

I hear more fabric rustle and then she lets out a breathy little moan. Fucking Christ. I’m about to come like a teenager.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, “I’m already so wet.” I sink down into the bed and take some of the precum off the tip and rub it around my dick, working my hand up and down.

“Fuck yes,” I groan out, “I’m so hard just thinking about how wet you are. I want to be inside you so fucking bad.” She moans again and her breathing is getting more labored.

“All I’ve been able to think about is being inside of you, dreaming of fucking you. Sliding my dick into your wet heat, filling you. The sounds you’d make while I’m inside of you. Would you moan for me, honey?” I’m still pumping up and down and I can hear her over the phone, she sounds close to coming. “I would fuck you so hard you’d be able to feel me for a week. And then, when I was done fucking you, I would make you ride my face. Taste your sweet juices all over my tongue.” Her breath hitches.

“Ford, oh my god, I want all of that. I want your cock so far inside me that I can feel you days later,” she moans and I can hear how wet she is. I work my

cock faster, the tingle of my release tickling my spine. “While I was fucking myself on your face I would take your cock in my mouth and… and… oh my god..” She moans as she comes, and I’m right behind her, coming so hard it shoots all over my stomach.

She’s on the other end of the phone trying to catch her breath. I reach over and grab a t shirt off the end of the bed to clean myself off quickly. Settling back into the bed and pulling the covers up.

“Damn, baby. If that’s what phone sex is like with you, I can’t wait for the real thing,” I chuckle a little. She lets out a content sigh.

“That was.. Spectacular.” She says. If she thinks that was spectacular, I can’t wait to show her what I can do in person.

Silence on the other end of the line and I start to get nervous. “Saturday?” Her quiet voice comes over the phone, referring to our date. I grin.

“Yeah, babe, Saturday. I’ll pick you up at seven,” she laughs a little, not bringing up the fact that we live right next door to each other.

“Sounds good. Goodnight handsome.” She disconnects before I can say anything. I jump out of bed and head to the shower.