I swallow thickly.
“This is crazy… You’re my…” I clench my fingers tight around my phone and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find some grasp of common sense because the words he is saying sound way too good to be true—and I’m falling for it.
“You’re my stalker,” I finish with a heaving breath, chest aching from the strain.
“Mmm,” he hums, and I shiver.
The line is silent for a few minutes as we just listen to the sound of each other’s breathing.
And then he says, “I’m your stalker, your nightmare. You’re my rapture, my most delicious treat, andI miss you…”
I break out into a full body shiver that’s so violent, I nearly drop my phone.
“Come to me,my mouse. Come play with me again. One last time.”
“W-what?” I stutter, unsure I heard him correctly.
“You heard me, darlin’.”
“Static…”
“Yeeessss,” he hisses low and slow in my ear. “Say it again.”
I swallow. “S-sta-static.” It’s a mere whisper, but it’s good enough for him, it seems.
“Fuck. That’s a good boy. You’re so good when you want to be, aren’t you? Which is all the time, I bet. You look like you always wanna be good, but you can’t help but be a little selfish sometimes, isn’t that right?” I move away from the window and yank the curtains closed, my face flushing hot at the rush of truth coming from Static’s lips.
“You wanna put yourself first and give yourself everything you want while you listen so prettily…Mmm,yes, I can see it now.”
“P-please st-stop…” I beg him, hand over my burning face, but it’s no use. My dick is getting hard, and I’m pretty sure he knows it.
“Why, darlin’? You love it, don’t you?”
“No,” I argue fruitlessly.
“Show me,” he demands softly, and I whimper.
“Mmm,yeah. Do that again, treat.”
I choke back a sob as I reach into the waistband of my sweatpants and wrap my fingers around my now straining erection. It feels so good to touch it, I can’t help but gasp at the immediate contact.
“Good boy, Madison. That’s so good of you. Now, I want you to wrap your fingers around yourself and stroke. Hard and fast. I want you to come for me, and I want it tohurt.”
“Wh-what?” I ask on a stutter, unsure I heard him correctly, even as my fingers move to obey.
“You heard me, darlin’. Now, do it. And turn a little to the left so I can have a better view.”
I obey Static on instinct, turning and wrapping my fingers around myself tightly. My phone is clenched in my fingers so hard they ache, but I welcome the burn as I start to stroke myself mindlessly, head tossed back between my shoulders, eyes hazy as I stare at the wall in front of me.
My mouth falls slack as I listen to the heavy sound of Static’s breath in my ear increase in speed.
“A-are you…”
“Mmm…You’re so good. C’mon, darlin’, faster. Let’s come together.”
“Together?” I squeak, equally surprised and turned on at the turn of events.
“Yes. I can feel it. So close. C’mon, yes.” And that’s when I learn one thing about Static that no one else does.
