Chapter 35
I can see that he’s typing, and my heartrate starts to pick speed. In anticipation, I trace my hand up and down the middle of my chest over my old t–shirt, my fingers daning along the edge of my breasts, teasing myself as I allow the wildfire within me to spark and spread.
Then Hugh’s message comes through.
You’ve never been on top. I’d teach you how to ride me. How to chase your own pleasure. I’d even let you try to take the lead… I’d play with your tits while I watch your face. I wish I could see you while you cum.
Immediately, as if given direction by him, I bring my hand Bot holding to the phone to cup one of my breasts. Through the fabric of the t–shirt, I roll the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, mimicking the motions that Hugh did back in the cabin.
He’s typing again. I can’t wait to read what he says next.
When I can’t take it anymore, I’ll roll you over, put your legs on my shoulders, and plow you through the mattress.
My face burns as I imagine him pushing me onto my back with him still inside of me. In my mind, he holds up my legs, lifting me up, while he bucks into me with wild abandon.
can’t… The images are too vivid. I have to touch myself.
I drop my breast and slip my fingers down under my sleep shorts and my panties. The minute I touch my clit, I
moan.
Another message comes in.
Are you touching yourself? Does thinking of me fucking you into the mattress make you so hot you can’t resist?
I don’t know if he’s looking for an answer. So far, he’s continued talking with no reply from me.
This time, however, I want to respond. I want him to know what I’m doing so that he will keep going. He won’t
stop.
With my right hand busy though, I’m left to type with only my left thumb.
All I manage is, Y.
It seems to be enough.
His replies are instant, one after the next.
Fuck yes.
Keep going, lovely.
Pretend those are my fingers on your clit.
Gods, I wish it was. I’d love to hear the noises you’re making. Fuck.
His messages stop then, and I imagine him stroking himself with wild abandon. The mental picture pushes me to rub my clit harder, with more insistence. Setting aside the phone, I sink my other hand into my panties too, and press two fingers inside of myself as I rub at the same time.
At his command, I pretend these are his fingers working me. My fingers are not as wide, and my touches are not as purposeful or experienced, but the thought still shakes me, pushes me harder.
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Chapter 36
Before I know it, I’m close, Is he close too?
My phone lights up. I look, seeing the screen beside me on the pillow.
Cum for me, lovely. Cum all over my hands.
I can practically hear the words in his cocky voice, his grin place, his eyes intense.
It pushes me over the edge, and I obey him.
+25 BONUS
As I come down from a daze, I realize the mess I’ve made of myself. My panties are drenched and I wipe my hands on my sleepshirt. What I need is a shower.
I look back at my phone, wondering if I should say something to Hugh.
Somehow, he seems to have guessed that I came.
Goodnight, lovely. Thanks for the fun.
Rolling my eyes- arrogant bastard – I push myself out of bed and grab my towel. My limbs are more relaxed than before, I could probably sleep now, but I want to be clean first.
So I open the door to the hallway, my towel over my arm, and stop immediately.
Conrad is standing there, his hand up as if he was about to knock.
He looks at me and he sniffs.
