Hide, Don't Seek

Chapter 11~

What in the forking crapballs was I thinking? I mentally chastise myself as I all but sprint through the parking lot. My SUV comes into view, and I feel half the weight of my terrible decisions lift off of me.

I got comfortable. Too comfortable. Between Stu and the ridiculous attraction I’ve felt towards him for years, Even lookin’ like a gosh-darned lumbersnack, and adorable Danny with the darkness that calls out to mine, I’m overwhelmed, embarrassingly soaked, and downright needy.

Unlocking the car, I dive in, close the door, and immediately lock it again. Pulling out, I carefully make my way through the lot, then pull up at the stop sign at the exit. A quick look tells me I’m alone, and no one else is waiting to pull out.

“Uuugghhh!” I growl out and pound my palms against the worn steering wheel. “Stupid fracking idiota!” I shake my head, more than a little annoyed at myself, before slipping my phone out of my pocket and pulling up the music app. With a quick glance around, I click on my Pent-up playlist and press play. I Stand Alone by Godsmack beats through the speakers, and I lose myself to my frustration, simultaneously reminding myself that I’m a fierce, independent woman and I don’t need anyone.

The drive home helps clear my mind as much as possible. But there’s still a buzzing, a tingling tangling deep under my skin causing me to feel unsettled.

Pulling into the garage, I check my mirrors as the door closes behind me before killing the engine. With a heavy sigh, I drop my head to the steering wheel; palms squeezing almost painfully across the leather.

I don’t even know what I want but tonight was definitely a reminder of why friendships don’t work. I mean, I’m obviously damaged. I was panting like a dog in heat over three men tonight. And one was the only friend I have. What the schnitzel is wrong with me?

My phone vibrates with a notification and I groan out, assuming it’s Stu checking on me. I’m not mad at him. I hope he knows that. I just… I had to get out of there.

Leaning up in the seat, I swipe my screen open and see that it’s a notification from a video app I use. My whole body immediately reacts; goosebumps prick my skin, my core throbs in response, and I can feel my body temperature rising. See, damaged. Yet another guy I’m lusting over…

Curiosity and a bone-deep need to help shake off these stupid feelings has me clicking on the app and opening up the messages.

Alpha:Finished my last job and all I want to do is see your pretty pink pussy clamping down on a vibrator.

This man has never minced words and, crap, it totally works for him.

I debate for a moment, like maybe a whole second, before responding.

Omega:Just got home from a night out. When do you want to meet?

The green dot shows me he is currently on so I know I won’t have to wait long for a response.

Alpha:Five minutes?

Omega:Yes, Sir.

Alpha:Good girl.

Alpha:Lacy pink panties, the ones with the open crotch so I can see your dripping cunt.

I press my thighs together, already squirming for his direction.

Alpha:The little pink mask that leaves your mouth exposed and the white button-up you bought.

I grin because I bought that shirt for him. He always starts our videos with a button-up and I wanted to play into the fantasy of wearing it after we finished. But, since we don’t actually meet, I bought one.

Omega:Yes, sir.

With a deep breath I climb out of my car, pocketing my phone, and race into the house.

In less than three minutes, my hair is re-fluffed, as much as thin hair can be, and I’m wearing the too-large white shirt, completely unbuttoned. My boobs are large enough that it prevents the shirt from opening fully; not that it will stay that way. The shirt is so long that it takes me almost a full minute to roll the sleeves up past the elbows. It hangs just below my butt and makes me feel all kinds of sexy.

Slipping into the crotch-less panties, I grab my laptop and shake the mouse to life. Navigating to the streaming system, I log in, then run back to my closet to throw on my mask.

Just as I sit back in front of the computer, his video feed goes live.

“Oh baby how I missed you.” His growly voice sounds tired and I have to force myself not to ask what”s wrong. No personal stuff. Ever.

“I missed you, too,” I all but whispered, secretly embarrassed by the truth behind the pleasantry.

His face is masked in dark shadows, only granting me the extreme privilege of taking in his bare chest and arms. His wide chest is lightly dusted with light brown hair across his pecks before a thin line trails alllll the way down, disappearing into his open jeans.

With a smirk, I sass, “I see you”ve already started without me. Or you finished with someone else…” That thought shoots a strange pang of jealousy through me and I have to catch my face from showing my confusion.

“Yes, baby. As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I messaged you. Didn”t bother zipping the pants when my dick was already hard thinking about you.”

I feel the familiar flame of lust brush across my cheeks and I duck my head.

Clearing his throat, he chuckles before abruptly changing the subject. “I see you added another vinyl to your wall.” He comments with a nudge of his chin.

Looking behind me, I locate the newest album on my far bedroom wall. Turning back, I feel a smile pull across my lips as I divulge, “Yeah. I found it at a garage sale. I have a real one that I play frequently on my turntable but this one was perfect for my wall. It was all scratched and stuff, but Prince is one of my top 5 favorites of all time.”

“And let me guess, Purple Rain is on your top-songs list.” His tone is playful, and not the least bit condescending, so I answer truthfully. “More than you know.”

Silence descends over us, making me squirm. Shoot. That was too personal. Time to get this back on track.

With a naughty little grin, I lean back so he has a full view of my bare chest, my boobs barely hanging onto the sides of the shirt. I gently trail my fingers over my collarbone and down the valley between them before circling my right nipple through the fabric.

“How much did you miss me?” I purr with all the false bravado I could muster. A sex kitten, I am not.

His answering groan makes me smile and I roll my chair back a little further. “Did I say you could move?” His low voice sends a thrill down my spine.

“No sir,” I answer coyly. “But how will you see how wet you make me if I don’t move back?” I know I’m riling him up, but he loves it; and so do I.

With another low growl, my body lights up. I feel the flush expanding down my throat and splotching across my chest. I whimper in response.

He suddenly stands up, shucks his pants, and frees his glorious cock from the confines of his briefs. I briefly say a prayer for any woman he has actually had sex with because, dang! The man is thick. It”s not super long, maybe 5-6 inches, but I bet even I would have a hard time putting my mouth around him. Add the looped Prince Albert piercing and the looped Lorum, yeah, that poor girl would be walking funny for a week.

“Do you wish I was there, baby? You’re licking those sexy lips like you want a taste.”

I jolt, slightly embarrassed I had been doing that. “Y-yes,” I whimper as my pussy clenches around nothing. Because, yes, I would happily suffocate with that man’s perfectly colored, perfectly shaped penis down my throat. And that’s a hill I’d gladly die on.

He sits in his chair and leans back, allowing me to take in this beautiful specimen fully. I swear he must be a quarterback. You don’t get shoulders and arms like that without putting some serious time in the gym.

Wrapping his giant hand around his cock, he tugs roughly, just once, and I watch as his abs ripple with pleasure.

“Ok baby, I’ve made you wait long enough. Lean back for me and spread those creamy thighs.”

I almost choke on my tongue. This is not the first time we’ve done this but I swear it annihilates me every time.

“Yes sir,” I moan as I push my chair back enough that I can spread my legs wide for the camera.

He groans low and long, stroking himself slowly but I can see his fist tightening with each pass.

“Slide your hands down your body, baby. Imagine they’re mine and I want to explore every inch, every curve, and hear every whimper.”

My body is already shaking with desire as I begin to explore. “Move the shirt off those perfect breasts,” He pants; clearly worked up as much as I.

I delicately run my fingers across my chest and nudge the fabric aside with just enough force that it moves off and away from my body. I know he can”t see much of my belly because I”ve semi-wrapped the shirt around it.

As I repeat the movement with the other side, my nipples peak with the cooler air. I hear his panting getting deeper and more unstable.

“Good girl.” A bolt of arousal shoots all the way through my toes and I moan out.

I almost don’t hear his next command but his voice is so dark and dirty that it penetrates the fog. “Play with one breast while you show me how wet you are.”

I take a peek at him and see that he appears to be physically restraining himself from jerking off. The head of his cock looks angry and dang near purple as he squeezes the base.

I focus on his body, how his muscles contract with each breath, and slide my fingers under my hood and between my folds. A pained grunt leaves him, causing me to grin as I pinch and tug on one nipple while scooping up my juices with my other hand. Crackerballs. I’m soaked.

The feeling of having him watch me, desire me, while I drag my fingers through my arousal overwhelms me and I throw my head back and groan. My right hand continues to pluck and pull my nipple- not that it does much for me- and my left hand continues to slide around until I come up and press on my clit. My back bows as I moan out and I can hear Alpha suck in a deep breath.

“Show me, baby. Right now.” His low voice quivers, telling me that he”s as keyed up as I am.

Blinking my eyes back open, I trail my soaking fingers from my core, up my body, and straight to my mouth. Then, I bury them deep in my mouth like I would his thick cock, swirling my tongue around my fingers until they are cleaned.

His low groan and flexing of his arm catches my attention, and I’m memorized; intently watching as he slides his hand up and down his thick cock.

“Good girl. Now, put your fingers deep inside that needy little pussy. I know it needs to be filled up. Since my cock isn’t there, you’ll have to do it for me.”

I groan around my fingers before letting them go with a pop. He moans low and long, his sexy freaking forearm giving me enough rub club material to last a year. I wanna trail every vein…

“And, I’d let you. Now, stick those fingers in your pussy before I go dark.” Oops, apparently I said that out loud. Wait…

The jerk is chuckling deep in his chest, clearly remembering the last time he did that. He turned the camera off but left the mic on. It was the sweetest damn torture. But, not today. I can’t today. I need this today.

I obey immediately, plunging two of my fingers deep inside. I cry out as I feel myself clenching around my fingers and arousal drips down my hand.

A devious chuckle vibrates through the speakers and I have just enough brain power to continue pumping my fingers as I open my eyes and watch the screen. “Good girl. I”m glad you learned your lesson last time. Now, fuck yourself on your fingers and play with your clit. Show me how you get off.”

A rebuttal sits on the tip of my tongue but I let it go. He doesn’t need to know I don’t have a “thing” that gets me off. Sometimes, I can; most times, I can’t. Plastering on my best fake smile, I prepare for the inevitable and play my part. “Oh, God! Yes, sir.”

I go to town on myself. Pulling every move, every trick, every flick of the wrist I can think of. The room is filled with nothing other than our moans, groans, and heaving breaths. “That’s it, baby, fuck that pussy. Fuck it like you would my cock.”

I groan as I clench again, causing my movements to stutter. “Good girl. Now rub that little clitty for me.”

His breathing has picked up, and I open my eyes long enough to see that his gorgeous abs are beginning to shine with sweat.

Pretty soon, we’re both worked up, panting, sweaty messes. But, I just can’t quite get to the line. Thankfully, he calls it. “Cum for me baby. Come all over your hand.”

I screw my eyes shut and lean my head towards the ceiling. My hand stills deep inside me and I scream out, “Alpha!!!!” The tell-tale sounds of him finishing hit my ears, and I add a few little body jolts for good measure.

I am well and truly spent. No, I didn’t have an orgasm, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t feel good. This was exactly what I needed.

A lazy grin forms on my face as exhaustion begins to close in. Alpha is wiping his sticky cum off of his abs, heaving from the exertion.

“Omega, that was…”

I smile warmly at him, dropping my feet to the floor with a thud, and straightening as much as possible in my chair. “Yeah, it was.”

Tucking the sides of the shirt back around my breasts, I officially feel closed off again.

“Thank you. It was good to see you.” I can see him nodding a few times and wonder if he heard me. Just as I’m about to repeat myself, he blurts, “Maybe we can hang out next week. Coffee? Dinner? Something?”

My entire body freezes and I stare at the screen. Why are all the men in my life suddenly wanting to hang out? Is this a prank?? Every one of them knows the score. Maybe I’m sleeping. Or, I need sleep and I’m delirious.

Yeah, that checks out.

With a forced giggle I wave my hand out. “You’re so silly, Alpha. That’s not in the rules and you know it.” I force a laugh.

He looks like he’s about to say something but my phone vibrates next to me. Saved!

I pretend to look over and grimace. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to take this. Thank you, again, Alpha. We’ll do this again soon.” I end the rushed goodbye with a smile and a wink before exiting the browser.

With an exhausted sigh, I slump in my chair and fling the mask from my face. It’s then that I realize I didn’t cover the tattoo on my right arm—the big geometric one with a Stargazer Lilly on it. Ah, cracker.

This is why I don’t do last minute meetings.

I roll my eyes and lift out of the seat. There’s nothing I can do about it now. Hopefully, he was too wrapped up in getting off to notice.

Swiping my phone, I open it and walk towards the bathroom so I can hop in the shower and clean off this strange night.

I see Stu left me a message, but honestly, I’m not ready to talk to him yet. Something shifted today, and I’m not afraid to say that I’m too big of a coward to face it.

I’m also much too exhausted to analyze it—for now, anyway.