Hayley #2
A small blush creeps up my face. He wants to sext; I’ll show him how to sext.
I’m a pro… well, used to be a pro. It’s been a while since I’ve last sexted anyone.
Boyce and I used to sext all the time when we were together.
Typical teenage shit before we moved to the real deal, which we all know how that ended.
Then when I started dating Tucker, I thought I’d try again, but he was always quick to shut it down.
But something about Brooks screams I want to sext, and the hell with it.
Hayley: Well, for starters, I’d straddle you. Grinding down on your cock while our tongues battle for dominance. However, as you’d reach your hand to my ass, I’d pull away.
Brooks: My, oh, my. Who knew my girl had such a dirty mouth.
Brooks: Don’t be a fucking tease, Red. What would you do next?
Hayley: I would grab the hem of your t-shirt and pull it over your head before slowly kissing down your jaw line. My hands rubbing circles over every single one of your abs in the process. Just as I’d reach the waistline of your boxer briefs, I’d pull away once again.
Brooks: Fuck. Would you reach your hand under the waistband? Please tell me you’d fucking graze my cock. Take it in your hand and squeeze just a little.
Hayley: Maybe for a moment, but then I’d pull away.
Brooks: Goddamn. I’d be hard as a rock, begging for you to grip my cock and put it in that delectable mouth of yours. Fuck. I’m getting a semi right now as I envision this.
Hayley: Oh, I’d put your cock in my mouth all right. Of course, after I lick my way up from the waistline of your boxer briefs to your nipples. When I nip and lick them.
Brooks: Jesus, fuck. Then what?
Hayley: I’d stand between your legs as I slowly grip the bottom of my silky tank and pull it over my head before dropping it to the floor.
Brooks: God, I’d love to see your clothes on my floor.
I’d love to see my clothes on your floor too.
Hayley: Then, I’d slowly slide my silk shorts down my legs, revealing that I’m not wearing any panties. I’d straddle you again before tracing my finger around the outline of your cock that’s straining against your boxers and shorts.
Brooks: Fuck. I’m hard. So, goddamn hard. But trust me, Red, I sleep in the nude, so there would be no boxers or shorts involved.
Holy hell. Now I’m not only turned on by our sexting, but by the revelation of him sleeping in the nude.
I love it. I lie on my back, my legs bent.
A dull pulse throbs between my legs. I’m so horny, I need my clit touched.
I lift the waistband of my leggings before slipping my hand in my panties, finding the swollen bundle of nerves begging to be stimulated.
Hayley: So, for this purpose, you’d have shorts and boxer briefs on. And since you do, I’d finally slip my hand under the waistband, gripping that large shaft in my palm.
Brooks: Fuck yes.
Hayley: While I’d stroke your cock, I’d let you pull my tits into your mouth. Biting, licking, and sucking on them as I continue to work you.
God, I’m so turned on right now and because of it, I do something I’ve never done before.
I strip out of my leggings and black lace thong, before lying back on the couch.
Opening my camera app, I switch it to video and film my fingers working in and out of my wet folds before making their way back to the clit, making small circles on the swollen nub.
Satisfied with my work, I send it to Brooks.
Sure, I’ve sexted before, but I never crossed the line of picture and videos doing intimate things…
but Brooks makes me feel confident. Bold.
Brooks: Shit… Red.
Hayley: I’d rub your cock against my wet pussy. Teasing your tip at the entrance.
Brooks: Oh fuck… I’m so hard, it’s painful.
Hayley: I’d drop to my knees. Licking your cock from the base of your shaft to the very tip. Working the pre-cum around the head before sucking it into my mouth.
Brooks: Red…
Hayley: Brooks… I’m so horny right now.
Brooks: Keep touching yourself. Don’t come till I tell you to come.
Hayley: What would you do to make me come?
Brooks: I’d start kissing you from your neck, down to your stomach before working my way back up to those full, large tits I can’t stop dreaming about. I’d pull your nipple into my mouth and suck on it before biting it hard. Hear you moan out in pleasure at the pain.
Hayley: Would you spread my legs?
Brooks: I’d spread your legs as I licked my way back down toward your stomach. Placing gentle kisses and nips on the inside of your thighs before letting myself taste that delectable pussy of yours.
Hayley: God, I want you to taste me so bad. Then before your fuck me, taste myself on your tongue.
Brooks: Fuck.
Brooks: Yes, Red.
Brooks: I’d place a hand on your lower abdomen to hold you down as my tongue worked between your wet folds while my thumb rubbed circles on that sensitive clit of yours.
A load moan releases from my lips as I envision Brooks doing just that. I feel my orgasm building. Needing the release but know I want to make this last as long as I can.
Hayley: I need you.
God, I need him to come here and help me with my release. It’s embarrassing. I’ve never needed a man before, but there’s an impulse within me that needs Brooks right here and right now.
Brooks: What do you need from me, Red? Tell me.
Hayley: I need you to make me come.
He doesn’t respond right away, making me feel pathetic.
Like a whore who needs to get her fill. I think about retracting my last text and turning off my phone for the night, but a knock sounds at my front door.
Glancing at the time, it’s a quarter to four.
So, serial killer vibes are sure rushing through my mind.
As I scramble to pull up my leggings, my phone pings with a text.
Brooks: Open your door.
Excitement bubbles inside me as I open the door to see Brooks standing under the dim porch light wearing a Skipjacks tee, athletic shorts, and pair of running shoes. His chest rises and falls as he stares me down.
Did he run here?
Fuck, who cares. He wants me.
The man in front of me is feral.
He’s everything I want. Everything I need. And so much more.
I step back, allowing him to come into my entryway before shutting the door behind him. His eyes roam my body, landing on the little bit of skin exposed on my stomach thanks to my gray crop top.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Red,” he says.
The deep husky tone of his voice has me dripping with even more need as my arousal pools between my legs.
“Give me that mouth of yours.”
Adrenaline pumps through me as our lips collide with one another. My hand grips the back of his neck, while he digs his fingertips into my hip. Backing us against a wall, he deepens his kiss, running his tongue along my bottom lip, granting access.
“Shit, I’ve been dying to do that since we stepped off the plane.”
He grips the back of my thighs, hoisting me up onto the entryway table.
My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Gripping the hem of my shirt, he pulls it over my head before he peppers kisses down my neck to my collarbone.
God, this man drives me wild. Chills run up and down my spine at a simple touch but when he kisses me, it’s like my body is set on fire.
“This body deserves to be worshiped,” he mutters as he pulls one bra strap down my arm. “Where should I taste you first, Red?”
“Bed,” I moan out. “Upstairs. You know the room.”
His hands fall to my side, gripping under my thighs and lifting me off the entryway table.
I playfully bite at his neck as he carries me up the stairs two at a time, kicking open my bedroom door once in front of it.
He throws me on the bed like a rag doll as his hands rub along my bare skin, stopping at the waistline of my leggings.
Slowly, he works them down my legs, exposing my bare, wet pussy.
He doesn’t meet my gaze as his eyes roam my body, his hand dragging over his mouth.
“I said it once before, but I’ll say it again,” he says, bringing his mouth to hover mere inches from mine. “You are perfection, Hayley. It’s like you were made for me. And I’m going to worship every last part of your body.”
Fuck. Yes.
I tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head before running my fingers down his chest. His hand falls to my inner thigh, dragging upward until his fingers enter my wet slit.
My back arches at the sensation, pleasure radiating down my spine as he slowly moves his finger in and out.
He adds a second finger, causing a small moan to seep past my lips.
“So wet for me,” he says as he adds a third finger, pushing me close to my edge.
I cry out in ecstasy as he curls his fingers just so to brush against my g-spot. My body thrashes against his fast strokes as I beg for release. “Not yet, Red. Not yet.” I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to come all over his fingers. “Eyes, Red. Let me see those eyes as you fall apart.”
My need for release builds as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
Just as I’m about to find my release, he removes his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking each digit clean.
Gripping the back of my legs, he pulls me toward the end of the bed, placing both legs on either shoulder before lowering himself and driving his tongue into my arousal.
“Y-yes,” I stammer out as he licks my slit. Finding my clit before gently pulling it between his teeth, then sucking.
My toes curl, and the base of my spine tingles as I feel the need to release. His firm hand presses my abdomen back on the bed as my back arches. “That’s it, Red. Let go but keep your eyes on me.”