The Guy on the Left (The Underdogs 2)

“Nope, if you tell me there’s no sexting in adult relationships, I’m calling bullshit.”

“I was just going to say, let me lock the door.”

“Oh, well then, carry on.”

“Give me a second.”

I drop the phone and lock my door while running my fingers through my hair and slipping off my T-shirt. Getting comfortable in bed, I fan my hair out on my pillow and lift my phone.

“Are you naked now?”

“Panties.”

“Which ones? Tell me the ones with the black lace and purple bows.”

I slip the phone beneath the sheets and hear his groan. “Hell, yes.” I pull the phone back up, face hot with embarrassment.

“So, what are you kissing first?” I ask.

“Sucking, I’m sucking on your lips.”

“Okay,” I giggle. “Troy, this is—” I shake my head. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

He rakes his bottom lip with his teeth, a habit I now love, his voice coated in heat. “Trust me?”

“Yes.”

“I miss you,” his voice is gravelly, and instantly he’s with me in the room. I can practically feel his whisper in my ear.

“I miss you too.”

“You’re so beautiful, from those lips to that neck to those nipples. Show me what I’m missing, show me how you touch yourself,” he murmurs.

“Tell me what to touch,” I whisper back, hypnotized by the heat of his voice and the neon blue eyes gazing back at me.

“Start from the top.”

I lift the phone, angling it down and uncover one of my nipples, circling it with my finger. His eyes close briefly before he opens them, setting me on fire. He’s turned on, and there’s nothing funny about it.

“You’re so perfect, lick those lips for me,” he whispers, and I can see his hand descending as I dart my tongue along my lips.

“Let me see.” The phone drifts down his ripped torso, and I nearly gasp when he pulls out his rock-hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight of it.

This is really happening.

I imagine what I’d do if he were in front of me.

“Brush your thumb over the tip,” I order, and he does before giving his cock a long pull.

“Good, but I would have licked that pre-cum off first.”

His eyes close as he slowly strokes his length. “Jesus, Clarissa.”

“I’m swirling my tongue over the head, waiting for you to buck your hips so I can take you to the back of my throat.”

“Fuck, yes,” he’s working his cock now in full view as I slip my hand in my panties.

“Uh uh,” he says, watching me intently. “Let me see.”