Lying sprawled across the bed, my bare legs tangled in the rumpled cotton, I feel the faintest ache between my thighs at the reminder of Holland and the feelings I get when he’s near.
My fingers trace idle patterns over the fabric, following the dips and creases where Holland’s weight had pressed the mattress down, where his hands had gripped the sheets like he was trying to anchor himself to the earth.
Closing my eyes, I can still feel the ghost of his touch—rough palms skimming up my inner thighs, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered things that I never imagined coming out of his mouth.
A slow, deep pulse throbs between my legs, my nipples tightening beneath the thin tank top I’d thrown on when I got back to my room.
God, I shouldn’t be thinking about it. Him. Not like this. Not with my fingers drifting lower, teasing the waistband of my panties, my breath already hitching before I’ve even touched myself.
But God, the way he looked at me this morning—the way he looked at me tonight, like I was the only thing in the world worth hunger, worth sin.
His mouth had been everywhere, his words filthier than anything I’d ever let myself imagine coming from the boy I grew up with, and I’d taken it all, arching into him, begging for more without shame.
A sharp buzz from my phone jolts me out of the haze. Who is texting me this early in the morning? It’s three in the morning, and everyone I know is in this hotel.
Reaching for it blindly, my heart kicks up a notch when I see Holland’s name flash across the screen.
Satan’s Spawn
Satan’s Spawn
Still thinking about how
tight you were around
my fingers.
My breath catches. The screen blurs for a second as my thumb hovers over the keys, my body reacting before my brain can catch up—my pussy clenching, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
Holy fuck. He’s thinking about it too?
I should ignore it, right? I should be good and just let this thing fizzle out because I know it can’t lead to anything good.
Yes, that’s what I should I do. Rolling my eyes, I toss the phone aside, pretending like I wasn’t already half a second from slipping my hand into my panties and finishing what he’s started.
But the memory of his voice, rough and dark in her ear…
“You’re such a good girl when you’re dripping for me…”
My thighs press together, and before I can stop myself, I’m snatching up my phone, my fingers flying over the keys.
Satan’s Spawn
Me
Oh, are you?
Satan’s Spawn
You have no idea. I’ve
been thinking about your
pussy all night. The way it
felt around my fingers and
my cock. The little noises
