This is dangerous. This is beyond dangerous.
I need to scrub the image of that black lace from behind my eyes. I need to wash the feel of her off of me, even though I want to drown in it.
Dropping the bag into my duffel, I rise to my feet and rush to the large en-suite bathroom. I twist the faucets until the water streaming into the clawfoot tub is steaming, then plug the drain.
My hands trembling with frantic energy, I strip off my clothes, tossing them under the vanity. I have never in my life felt this charged. This pent up. This out of control of my own body.
I step into the tub and sink into the scalding water, letting it swallow me whole. The sting from the heat does nothing to quietthe images in my head, and my fingers find my clit immediately, rubbing rough, desperate circles.
As fucked up as it is, I can’t help but imagine Kat as I touch myself, her skirt hiked up over her ass again, only this time she’s looking right at me, a smile stretched across her beautiful lips.
“Do you like what you see, Ollie?”she asks, hooking a finger under the thin lace and pulling it to the side, revealing her perfect pink pussy to my eager eyes.
My fingers move faster, rougher, as I imagine burying my face in her cunt, my tongue driving into her, fucking her with it. Making her scream.
I switch hands, slipping my used fingers in my mouth, tasting my own flavors, pretending it’s hers.
The water sloshes around me, splashing over the edge of the tub as I lose myself in the fantasy. I imagine Kat’s hands on me, her lips against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I imagine her fingers replacing mine, pushing inside me, stretching me open.
I’m so wet, so fucking desperate, that my own touch barely registers. I need more.
“Good girl, Kat, make her fucking squirm,”Vince’s voice materializes in the fantasy as if he’s standing right behind me, a solid, warm presence.“Show Ollie how bad we want her.”
I moan, my hips bucking, my body trembling, my pussy having a fucking mind of its own. I push three fingers in.
I’m so close. So, fucking close.
“Look at you,”Kat moans in my head.“So needy for us.”
Us?US?
What the fuck is happening? And why does it feel so fucking good?
“She’s so close. Don’t hold back. She likes being used,”Vince coaches, his voice low and rough in my ear.“Don’t you, Ollie?Now that Justin is out of the picture, we have you here all to ourselves. To use you as we fucking please.”
The shock of his presence in my private sin is electric, and the fantasy of his approval is catastrophic.
“I know how much you want her, Ollie. Show her. Show Kat how much you want her.”
“Let me feel you, Ollie,”Phantom Kat moans.“Please! Cum for me, baby. Let go for me.”
The command shatters me.
My orgasm detonates, a brutal, convulsing wave that whites out my vision and arches my back out of the water.
“THERE SHE IS!”Vince cheers.
I scream, a raw, unfiltered sound ripped from my chest, as pleasure hammers through me in relentless pulses. For several seconds, I am nothing but sensation, drowning in it until I collapse back into the tub, breathing in shattered gasps.
Vince’s voice, so real and commanding in my head, now feels like a violation. I hadn’t thought of him like that for years. Since the crushes were so intense, I couldn’t help myself.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I press the backs of my hands over my eyes, trying to erase the impression of his approving gaze from my eyelids. A fresh, traitorous heat pulses between my legs, a direct contradiction to the sick twist of horror in my stomach. My body, betraying a lifetime of carefully constructed boundaries, can still feel the phantom pressure of his hands on my skin.
This is so much more fucked up than just wanting Kat. This was wanting them both, together, and them wanting me back.
I sink into the water, submerging my entire body, hoping to burn off the shame.
The crossing of a line that I’ll never be able to uncross.
