Now that I knew how it felt to have his hands on me, my own weren’t enough. Frustrated, I reached for my phone, intending to tell him how I wasn’t satisfied with my own hand after he touched me, only to find a message waiting.

Tommy: are you playing with

your pussy right now, hermosa?

I laughed out loud, but that laugh became a moan when the next message came through.

Tommy: cause I woke up thinking

about you coming in my lap and

now my hand is on my dick

Me: let me see

A few moments passed before a short video came through. The still was of his hand mid-stroke on that beautiful dick I’d watched him play with in the shower yesterday morning. Jesus Christ… It was still hard to believe that he was carrying all of that around in his pants this whole time. Hiding that in those little soccer shorts and the skinny jeans they all wore.

I hit play.

“Hmm…” he moaned as his hand executed a slow tug at his long, thick length. “Good morning, Darcy,” he whispered, his voice raspy and playful.

Wow…Am I really sexting with Tommy? I shouldn’t be okay with this. It should make me uncomfortable, but…damn…it didn’t. Not even a little bit. All it made me feel was wetter.

I thumbed up my video app one-handed and pushed the blankets off my naked body with the other.

I pushed record.

“Good morning, Tommy,” I murmured, stroking my fingers through my slippery folds and then holding them up so that he could see how wet I was. Before I could second-guess myself, I sent the video.

Hand still on my pussy, I waited for the video to send and deliver. A few seconds passed, then an ellipsis appeared.

Tommy: damn, flaca.

Dywmtcoaeyptycomf?

I frowned at that last jumble of letters. Was he jerking off with his other hand and thumbed that out by accident?

Me: what was that alphabet soup?

Are you okay or are you

having a seizure over there?

Tommy: it’s an acronym.

Do You Want Me To Come

Over And Eat Your Pussy

‘Til You Come On My Face?

“Oh my god!” I gasped aloud while thumbing out yes! with more than one exclamation point. But just as the message sent, a scheduled alert appeared on my phone, and after yesterday, I knew it came up on his phone at the same time.

*caterers arrive in 45 min*

“Shit,” I cursed with a frustrated groan.

Me: coffee?

Tommy: meet you in the kitchen in five

I have some business I need to handle first

Thank you for the video

It’ll make it easier to handle that business

That business… I knew exactly how he handled that business. I’d witnessed it with my own eyes. And honestly… I was pissed I couldn’t see it right now.

Me: record it for me?

Tommy: okay, hermosa.