Hunter:I’ll finish what William started
With my eyes frozen, I kept staring at that text.
He couldn’t be serious, and I couldn’t be listening to him. It was insane. I hid my phone under the covers and closed my eyes.
Enough. This time I had to sleep.
Because sure, I was tired, but my impulses were keeping me up. I spread my legs hoping that this tension would magically abate. It didn’t. I sighed and took my pajama pants off.
Okay, I’d give in, but alone. Without him. Except my thoughts went back there. To his full lips, strong hands, and magnetic eyes.
The memories in the dark corners of my mind started creating confusing but always seductive images. It didn’t matter if he was wearing the school uniform, the hoodie, or if he was shirtless, angry or insolent—he and the desperate need to feel his mouth on my body were always there. I squeezed my fists, on the verge of screaming in desperation when another notification forced me to check my phone.
Hunter:Are you almost there?
I turned on my side.
This was wrong.
I didn’t write that, though. I was divided in two. My head, which usually commanded my actions, wasn’t in full control of its faculties at the moment, while my body, at the mercy of impulses and rebellious hormones, seemed to speak the only language that I could understand.
Hunter:Put in your earbuds, Snow White, I’m calling you
I frowned.
June:Do you have something to say to me, James?
Hunter:No, but I want to hear something
I bit my lip.
June:So you’re not gonna talk to me?
Hunter:We won’t say a word. I promise
The image of his face flashed before my eyes. I was sure James had written the message snickering in his childish and malicious way. All of a sudden I desperately needed to see him. I looked at the photo again, devouring it with my eyes, stealing every detail until my phone vibrated.
It was four in the morning, and the situation was insane. We were both too drunk to be talking like this. Answering meant taking the first step down the road to hell.
But my head was too light and my legs were locked in a lethal give. I just want to see what he came up with.
I reached for my headphones on my nightstand and clicked the green icon on the display.
We were both silent for a few moments. Even though I didn’t know what James was doing, I knew what I needed, given that my body was telling me. Every inch of my skin was begging me so brazenly that it caused spasms and palpitations in areas I’d never explored.
Without me even realizing it, my thumb began caressing my most sensitive areas, which were still covered with my underwear.
Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a light rustling that also sounded like rubbing, maybe from his boxers. I couldn’t believe he was really doing it with me. And I couldn’t believe I was really doing it with him either. But that didn’t prevent my hand from following the lustful movement, slightly increasing the rhythm.
The most feverish part of my body started getting slippery and wet under my impatient fingertips, and my desire to be slippery and make myself moist under my impatient fingertips skyrocketed, not indifferent to him being on the other end of the line. I bit my lip to not make a sound.
James seemed extremely intent on not breathing a single word because I didn’t hear anything. I slid past the cotton barrier to reach my boiling-hot skin, as I closed my eyes and let my instincts guide me.
“You’re making noise.”
James breathed those words quietly, and I realized I’d let out one moan too many. But instead of being embarrassed, I heard a continuous rubbing from him followed by deep breaths.
“You’re also—” was all I could say.
