Sophia:I want to be sorry, but I’m kind of not. The thought of you hard right now is really hot. I feel proud.
I looked up and shook my head with a smirk. This girl was really something, and I was going to earn that concert date with her tonight.
Sophia:Can I see it?
My heart skipped a beat.
Me:You want me to take a dick pic on the middle of this bus?
Sophia:You wanted to send me one the other day.
I rubbed my hand over my jaw and casually snapped a picture of the very obvious bulge in my sweatpants. I sent it off.
Me:Happy?
Sophia:I was hoping for something more up close, but I’m not disappointed.
Without overthinking it, I stood up—making a strategic adjustment as I did—and moved to the back of the bus. Since half the guys were passed out, there was no one in the bathroom and I stepped inside. I lowered my waistband, pulled my dick out, and wrapped my fist around it.
I’d meant it when I told Sophia I’d never done this before. I wasn’t called a fuckboy because I went around thinking about sex and trying to have sex with different women twenty-four seven. I only had that reputation because I almost never hooked up with the same girl twice. It was just a word people used to explain my lack of commitment. I wasn’t one of the many guys on this team who sent dick pics to get laid. She would be my first, and the fact that she wanted it was hot.
My dick pulsed and I squeezed it. If she wanted something more up close, then up close she would get. I aimed the camera at my package and instead of clicking the photo button I clickedrecord. I jerked myself a few times until a bead of pre-come rose to the surface. I used my thumb to rub it over the head and then stopped the recording and tucked myself back inside my pants.
I sent the video and a message, waiting in the bathroom for her response because I certainly couldn’t walk back out there now.
Me:Here’s the proof of what thinking about you does to me. I’d shift your body far away from Coach before you watch this.
A minute later my phone dinged.
Sophia:Oh. My. God.
Sophia:I mean, Oh. My. Leo.
I snorted, forcing myself to let go of how goodmyLeosounded. She was just fixing her expression based on what I’d said to her during sex.
Sophia:Are you really jerking it in the bathroom?
Me:Just for the video. I’m not finishing myself off in here. In fact, I’m trying to convince Little Leo to calm down.
Sophia:Okay, I’m getting uncomfortably horny on this bus.
Me:Welcome to the club, Hawaii.
Sophia:I could just come back there…
Me:No. We’re not having bathroom sex on a bus with my entire team—though I love that your brilliant mind is rendered illogical at the sight of my dick.
Sophia:It really is. Ugh, what’s happening to me? I’m like a sex fiend.
Me:You think about sex with every guy on this bus?
Sophia:No.
Me:Then I think you’re a Leo fiend.
Me:I like it that way.
Sophia:I am.Let me see it again.
