The next time I move, it’s like a gate has swung open, flooding me with clarity. I keep my breathing slowly as I try to remember how I got here. Except… I sort of know. It’s like looking back through time with spiderwebs covering my eyes and cotton balls stuffed in my head. Snuggling deeper into my blanket hollow, I sort through every sensation as they stir awake. Mostly, I’m thinking I’m a complete badass for getting stoned on school grounds. And since there’s no regret or guilt waiting to drag me down, I get to enjoy my memories more and more as they come back online.
From under my pillow, I hear a muffled notification on my phone. I bury myself deeper in the warmth of my bed as I blink my eyes a few times until the blurriness leaves my vision and I can read properly. And then I wish I had kept sleeping or kept smoking.
Brody: Be ready at 7pm tonight. I have booked dinner. And you will be there.
Koded.R.Genuine—I want to see you. I’ll fly to anywhere in the world and we can do anything you want but I want to see you.
UNITY Wattle: Arts Department: All students involved in the photography course—Assignment due in two days. Additional study opportunity in the library today from 2 till 3 with Mr. Torres.
Checking the time, my heart thunders when I see I slept in until midday, but in the next thud, I remember it’s Saturday.
Brody can wait. I open the camera on my phone and try to take a few non-identifying selfies where I pout, finally settling on one before I open the thread of messages with Koded.R.Genuine and send it to him.
SinDaBella—not today, Romeo. Too much going on.
I do quick calculations and figure after a shower and something to eat, I’d probably make it to meet up with Mr. Torres in the library. Hopefully.
Koded.R.Genuine—You send that to me and tell me no?
I freeze up, double checking the photo and my stomach drops, while a rush of tingles race up my spine in the opposite direction when I see my photo included a whole lot of skin. The angle of the photo means it looks like I’m naked. I wish I was.
Before I can delete the photo, I get one in return.
Instead of his mouth, I get a photo of him glaring. Like me, he has cropped the hell out of it. No one in the world would be able to tell who it is unless you saw him in the flesh like I have. Koded.R.Genuine just confirmed who he is. The anchor tattoo under his eye is a sure sign, but it’s his amber coloured eyes that own me, making my blood sizzle and my pussy throb.
I get another one before I have enough time to properly memorise the other. And this one is lower, more suggestive. His hand is on his stomach, it showcases his insane abs and even more of his distinctive tattoos, but it’s the dark curls that steal my attention.
SinDaBella—more.
I demand it of him. A rush of heat races through me. Before I can second guess anything, I bound out of bed, lock my door, and pull the blackout curtains together. Dropping my panties, I crawl back into bed.
I have no idea if I am really horny because I got stoned last night, or if it’s just the thought of challenging Ryder to send me more illicit photos. Either way, I can feel the top of my thighs getting sticky while my pussy buzzes.
Koded.R.Genuine—I’ll send you an image of how hard you make me if I can listen to you playing with yourself. Cause I know you are. You’re touching yourself right this second. I know it. I feel it. And I want to hear it.
I’ve never pressed the voice button faster. He answers as I pull the blankets over my head and wiggle down into my blanket igloo, using pillows quickly to build up the sides. Self-pleasure isn’t something I do a lot and in truth I haven’t once even thought about it since Brody. Before then, of course I’d done it. But I got caught up in the embarrassment afterward, lost in the judgement of others if they ever found out. That notion is well and truly gone now.
“Sin, you just made me the happiest person alive.”
I don’t talk but I don’t hide how hard and fast my breath is coming. His voice in a one-on-one setting is even more silky smooth than on any recording or radio interview I’ve heard.
And when I open his image, it’s a hundred times better than I ever hoped. But it also makes what we’re sharing to the next level. Ryder has his hand wrapped firmly around his cock. The shadows make it somehow more intimate, like I’m there sharing the same dark space with him. His fingers wrap around his girth, a silver thumb ring catching the light, emphasising his thickness.
With my eyes glued to the screen I drag my fingers through my wet pussy lips and hold the phone down low so he can hear it.
“Yeah? You like knowing I’m already about to blow? You’ve been winding me up for weeks now, Sin. All this pent-up frustration, this need that has kept me up at night, unable to write one lyric is because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He talks softly, like I’m right next to him under his blankets with him. And my head fills with memories of his honey scent.
Since what happened with Brody my body has been numb. I haven’t felt anything physically, and I haven’t desired anything either. Now though, I feel like a different person. A sinewy trickle of pleasure slowly builds and hovers deep in my body, promising waves of bliss.
Ryder groans and then his voice dips low. “I wish you were here. It feels like you are. I can imagine your lips wrapped around my cock and I’m holding your hair out of your face so I can watch the way you swallow me whole. Your cheeks hollow around my cock, and you gag.” He moans slowly, “Yeah, baby, like that.”
As he talks me through what he’s visualising, I’m there with him every step of the way, but while I’m going down on him, he’s going down on me. Closing my eyes, I see him. His mouth looks exactly how it did after the photo of him smashing the milkshake but instead of ice cream his mouth is covered in thick strands of my slick. Three fingers plow inside my pussy, shallow though so I can rub my clit in a building frenzy.
My mouth falls open and I moan. The deep, long noise makes goosebumps dance over my skin. It’s his noise, his growing encouragement and praise, along with the wet slick noise as he jacks off faster matching the race of my heart that has me skating the edge of release.
“Jesus, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” he grunts melodically. His voice is low and affectionate. “Come for me, Sin”
