Smitten

She palms her forehead. “I’ve been tortured since then, too! You have no idea.”

“I’m sure I do. I’ve never had a first kiss with someone like you. Someone I know for a fact actually likes me. I’m physically dying to kiss you, Ally. It pains me how much I want to do that.”

“It pains me, too,” she whispers, and my cock responds to the sultry ache in her voice. She touches her screen, like she’s touching my face, and every atom in my body vibrates with arousal. “When our first kiss finally happens,” she whispers, “I know it’s going to be well worth the wait.”

My cock throbs with yearning. “Fuck yeah, it is.”

She drags her teeth over her bottom lip. “It’s kind of cool we’re both virgins, in a way. Even though you’ve had sex, physically, you’ve never had sex with someone you care about. So, that would be a first for you.”

My heart stops at her implication. That I might, one day, be her first. I choke out, “Very true.”

For the moment, the air between us is thick with the subtext of her words. The possibilities. She swallows hard. “Can I take a video of you now? A full-body shot, like the one you took of me? You don’t have to dance for me. You can just stand there, looking hot.”

“Uhhh.”

“What?”

“It’s just . . . Honestly, I’m really turned on right now. Like, crazy turned on.”

“I don’t see how that’s a problem.”

My heart jolts, along with my cock. “I know you can’t tell this, but I’m only wearing underwear. And the fact that I’m very turned on is going to be extremely obvious to you in a full-body frame.”

“All the more reason for you to show me your full body, then.”

Whoa.

All righty, then.

My skin on fire, and my hard dick throbbing, I set up my camera and move into the frame—and when I turn around to face her, and see my own arousal reflected back at me in her face—I can barely breathe. I’ve been in my underwear in front of other women. Fully naked, too. Plus, I can’t even count the number of times I’ve cannonballed into swimming pools in my underwear during tours and at parties. But this moment with Alessandra feels unique. Special. Even through our laptop cameras, I feel more intimacy with Alessandra in this moment than I’ve felt with anyone else.

“You’re gorgeous,” she says softly. “I’m recording now, okay?”

“Okay.” I shift my weight and fidget, not sure what to do with my hands.

“Got it,” she says after a moment. “Thank you. That ought to come in handy on lonely nights.”

My heart thundering, I return to my bed and shift my laptop camera to frame my face. I didn’t expect her to open the door to talking about her masturbation practices. But now that she’s cracked open the door, there’s no way I’m not going to kick it wide open. But before I’ve said a word, she asks me about the tattoo on my ribcage.

“What are those three blobby things?”

I pan the camera down to give her an up-close view. “Those are the three goats of 22 Goats. All three of us got the exact same ink one drunken night. On Colin’s twenty-first birthday, actually.”

“Those are goats?” she blurts incredulously.

“They look more like haystacks, don’t they?”

“Or maybe piles of poop?”

I laugh. “Yeah. When we woke up the next morning and saw the atrocity on our bodies, Colin immediately wanted to get his covered with something else. But I said, ‘No this shit is so bad, it’s cool! It stays!’ Dax agreed with me, so Colin was outvoted.”

She shakes her head. “You must have been awfully drunk to put that on your bodies.”

“Oh, we were. And very poor.” I quickly tell her the whole story, which, in a nutshell, is that Colin, Dax and I got our hideous tattoos, courtesy of an aspiring tattoo artist we’d met at a party—some random guy we’d never met before who’d recently purchased a tattoo gun and promised free ink in exchange for the chance to practice. But the minute I’m done with my story, I steer our conversation back to the sexy videos we’ve both just captured.

“So, hey . . . How often do you think you’ll use that video of me in my underwear? You know, ‘on lonely nights?’”

She arches an eyebrow. “Every. Single. Time.”

Whoa. She looked damned hot saying that. I’ll give her that. But, unfortunately, she didn’t answer my question. Or at least, not the one I’d intended to ask.

“What about you?” she says flirtatiously. “How often do you think you’ll make use of the video you shot of me?”

Here we go. “Every single day. Probably, twice a day. Morning and night.” I chuckle at her shocked expression. “You look surprised.”

“No. Well, yes. A little. I was just thinking how much time that must take. Twice a day? I wouldn’t get anything else accomplished!”