Page 22 of Seeking Two Lovers

I sent the image and backed out of my spot, determined to not look at his reply, if I got one, until I parked at home.

A notification came through. Then another…and a third.

The second I stopped at a red light, I swiped my screen to life.

Scott: It really is you. You’re beautiful.

Scott: Those eyes. Those lips. I hope I get the chance to devour them.

His last line surprised me. Most guys went straight for the whole, “Your lips would look good wrapped around my cock” line when complimenting my mouth, letting me know without question what kind of lover they’d be.

Selfish as fuck.

Scott: I want to nose along the smooth skin of your neck, breathing you deep into my lungs. I’ll bet you smell sweet. Bet you taste even better.

I smiled as heat rose to my cheeks. Another message came through before I could reply.

Scott: If you need to see more evidence about how excited I am to meet you in person, just say the word.

His wink emoji made me giggle.

A horn blared behind me, but I typed out a Yes, please anyway, making the asshole behind me wait.

I stomped on the gas and peeled out, desperate to get home to see what else Scott had messaged. Butterflies jittered through my stomach, enough to make my hands shake when I put the car in park five minutes later. I picked my cell back up.

Scott had sent a five-second video of his hand wrapped around his hard cock. Pre-cum beaded and smeared—and my pussy pulsed when he shot ejaculate toward his camera.

“Oh God.” I bit my lip and lifted my phone closer to my eyes, tapping the volume button and then replay.

Heavy breaths filled my ears.

One low groan at the first spurt of white.

My core clenched at the sound. There was nothing on the face of the earth sexier than a man’s guttural noises while coming.

Fingers shaking and pulse thrumming, I typed out, Hot. As. Fuck.

Scott: Thought I’d gone too far when you didn’t reply right away.

I was driving home, I told him and grabbed my bag, intent on the indoors so I could get myself off.

Scott: Give me a peek at whatever color panties you’re wearing right now.

I snorted, shaking my head. Unshaved, not showered…yeah, no. I paused in my rush up the stairs. Maybe later.

He sent three sad faces and one puppy dog eyes emoji.

The horny bastard.

I enjoyed our banter, the sexy chatting and teasing. He seemed a bit bossy but laid-back too, like he appreciated life and didn’t take things too seriously.

Was it possible to totally have the hots for someone without having met them in person? What if he was a lousy kisser? Would that gorgeous dick make up for where he lacked?

I expected it might—I hadn’t enjoyed a good stretch in far too long. Billy of the Pencil Dicks hadn’t done more than jab a few times before filling the condom. No clit play, no fingers, just straight on fucking. The second I’d kicked his ass out of my bed, I’d gotten myself off.

Fifteen minutes later, I did the same, but to thoughts of Scott and his big dick rather than a fantasy.

Haley had wine waiting for me.

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