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Tatum:Okay, yeah. But obviously you’re not going to do that unless you’re alone. Hopefully.
Cooper:I’m not totally alone.
He sends a video. I open it, eyes widening at his crooked grin. A very familiar fabric dangles from his fingers. He swings his prize back and forth. They’re my panties he took after we fooled around in the library last week.
Tatum:Thief.
Cooper:Fair game. You have my shirts, I get to keep a pair of your panties.
Tatum:My underwear wasn’t part of our deal! And you gave me the shirts.
Cooper:They are now. You’re not getting them back.
Tatum:What are you going to do with them? I sleep in your shirts. Are you saying you sleep with my panties?
Cooper:I’d rather have you in my bed. I can’t stop thinking about those little sounds you tried to keep quiet in the library while I had my cock buried inside you.
Biting my lip, I close my eyes and relive one of the hottest experiences of my life before sending him a shy admission.
Tatum:I liked that a lot. It was seriously hot.
Cooper:So fucking hot, baby. Every time I think about your sweet little moans as I gave it to you, my cock gets hard.
A strangled cry catches in my throat at the photo he sends right after—shirtless, tan ripped body on display for me, gym shorts hanging low on his hips with his aroused bulge outlined by the fabric. The edge of his backwards cap is visible in the corner of the frame along with the smug, flirtatious tilt of his lips.For me. He’s taking these seductive photos of himself for me, not any other girl. The thought leaves me breathless until my phone vibrates again.
Cooper:Are you a good girl for me?
I rub my thighs together as I type back a response. This time, he sends a voice message. Sometimes when we do this, he switches to voice messages when one of his hands is otherwise occupied. An illicit thrill arrows through me and I roll onto my back, my body warming. Heart thudding in anticipation of hearing his voice, I press play and bring the speaker to my ear.
“You’re so good for me, T,” he praises in a deep, sexy rasp. With a low curse and the rustle of fabric muffled in the background, he continues. “I want to see you. I want you to send me a picture of you in one of my shirts. And only that. Do that for me. Show me you’re mine.”
My stomach dips and my clit pulses with need at his request and filthy tone. I play the voice clip one more time, cheeks pricking with heat as my hand skates down my stomach to tease between my legs. I never voice chat him back, but I’m feeling bold tonight.
“You want to see proof I’m yours, Coop? Want to know I sleep in one of your shirts every night, bare underneath?”
Once I send my sultry message, his answer comes through in record time. I press play on the recording and let out a shallow breath at his reaction.
“Fuck. Yes.” His voice is jagged and wild.
I slip off my underwear and get up on my knees, checking myself in the mirror my roommate hung on our shared closet. Out of all the sexy selfies I’ve sent Cooper, I feel the most like a vixen in this pose. Angling the phone slightly above me with the facing camera, I bunch the fabric of Cooper’s shirt at my hip, giving just enough of a tease to tell I don’t have anything on beneath it.
Cooper takes a few minutes to respond once I send the photo I like best. I expect a text back like when we’ve sexted before, but my phone rings with a FaceTime call instead. My heart pulses in panic, thinking it’s my parents, but it’s not.
FaceTime call with Cooper Valefills my screen.
Oh my god. He’s calling? We’ve never had phone sex before. Fire sings in my veins at the thought of watching without being able to touch each other in person.
Fumbling with the phone, I answer, only allowing the top half of my face to be seen. “Hi.”
“Hey babe.”
He scrubs his face, giving me a peek at the bulge of his bicep and his forearms. He’s shirtless, laying back on his bed. The hand drops away from his face, running down his chest. His shoulder muscle flexes and his lips part. Is he—?
“You’re so fucking sexy, T.” Cooper grins. He’s totally touching himself. “Let me see you.”
“I, um.”
My face grows hotter and I push out a nervous laugh. I like the idea of this, but doing it for the first time spontaneously when we didn’t plan it out as a lesson is throwing me off.
