ME:
It’s okay. I’m busy studying. The trainers are sending me for an MRI. My knee isn’t getting any better. A tear could end my college sports career. I’ve gotta keep my grades up so I don’t lose my scholarship. Otherwise, I’ll have to return home and figure out what that means for my education. So, failure isn’t an option.
DARIUS:
If you want to stay at Princeton, then we’ll figure out how to make that happen.
ME:
I can’t let you do that.
DARIUS:
You can and will. Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.
DARIUS:
How did the appointment go?
ME:
Can we talk about it later? I’m deeply involved with a very exclusive Scottish. He’s making me feel better, and I’m letting him.
DARIUS:
I hope you meant to type scotch, that auto-correct changed that.
Cause I have so many questions about what type of Scottish you are getting exclusive with.
Man? Better not be.
Perhaps a dog? I’d be okay with it being even one of your book boyfriends.
ME:
Haha. Oops. LMAO. I think I’ll go search for B.O.B. now. We’ve lost touch lately, and I need a little me-time.
The sudden ringof my phone slices through the mess of scattered clothes and fumbling hands. I don’t even look at it when I hit the green button. When Darius’ face fills the screen, his voice spilling out, I stop cold.
“Damn, you look beautiful.”
“Hi,” I say as my hand finds the toy I was searching for. “Found it.”
My mind’s a little fuzzy; I blame the alcohol. Raising the massive dildo in victory, I let honesty spill out unchecked. “It’s not as large as yours, but it’ll have to work until you return. I’ve used this a lot, thinking about how you’ll ruin me once you get there.”
“Cupcake, you’re killing me.” Darius groans. “I want to watch. Will you let me?”
“You want to watch me fuck myself with B.O.B.?” Dropping onto my bed, I prop the phone against my stack of steamy romance books. “I’m not sure it’s all that interesting. I mean, I just slip off my knickers, slap on some lube, then let the rabbit ears do their best while I work it in and out of me.”
Darius growls, and that sound makes my core clench and grow wet. If he keeps that up, I won’t need lube.
“I want to watch you fuck yourself. Please, Ingrid.” He sets his phone down somewhere, not sure where, and orders, “Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Put that wet little cunt of yours in front of the camera so I have the full experience. I’m going to jack off while you do. You can watch.”
The thought of watching him turns me on more. “Okay. I’ve never done this. Oh my god, are we really doing this?”
I can’t look away as he angles the phone, giving a perfect view of him undressing. Damn, he’s so gorgeous.
“Are you just going to watch? I’m okay with that.” He grabs his cock and gives it a good, long pull. “You can just watch if you’d like, if you’re not comfortable doing the other. But if you are, I’d love to do this together.”
