Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Peyton
Owen
I thought about your pussy as I fucked my fist last night.
Me
:( my tits feel neglected
Owen
Yeah? Send me a pic of them so I can worship from afar.
My cheeks burn, and I can’t contain my smile as I stare at his text before rolling my eyes. He’s crazy if he thinks I’m sending him a titty pic. I never did it for my ex-boyfriend, I sure as hell ain’t gonna do it for him.
Owen
[image attached]
I click into it and gasp. He’s in bed, completely naked and giving me the best view of his entire torso and huge cock. My thighs rub together at the gorgeous sight, he’s truly too hot for his own good. Biting down on my lip, I barely contain my giggle as I send a sarcastic text back.
Me
Didn’t anyone teach you to not send dick pics unsolicited?
Owen typing…
Getting up from my chair, I put my bag over my shoulder and toss my half-drunk coffee in the trash. I’m giddy as I head to the bathroom, deciding to surprise the man with the picture he wants. We’ve been texting on and off the past two weeks since we’ve come back from winter break. It’s been nice since I blocked Brit and Jacob on every platform without a word to either of them as soon as the plane landed and I drove away from the airport. I knew leaving Brit alone was a dick move, but I honestly stopped caring when I gave her a day to confess what she’d done while shopping in Big Bear and she stayed silent.
One of the bigger family bathrooms is empty and I snag it, praying someone who actually might need it doesn’t come while I’m taking dirty photos. Setting my bag on the sink, I pull my hoodie off and then push my tank top down. I bend my elbows a bit to squish my cleavage together and use the mirror to take the photo. He’s going to have to settle for a half-covered titty shot because there’s no way in hell I’m stripping at school.
I make sure my face is cropped out and open our text thread.
Owen
You know… now that you’ve scolded me, you’re right. I shouldn’t have sent it without asking if you wanted it.
I shake my head, way too infatuated with him . It’s kind of cute that he actually sounds upset when I was just joking. I don’t reply to what he said and send off the photo. He views it immediately, and I fix my shirt and put my hoodie back on while I wait for him to finish typing.
Owen
Fuck, now I’m going to have to get off again before I go to work.
Me
Video it for me? ;)
Owen
Really?
Me
As long as you say my name as you come.
I shove my phone in my back pocket as nerves course through me. My heart pounds after what I asked him and a blush burns on my cheeks. It’s bold, but the thought of him actually doing it has my pussy getting wet. I wash my hands and then gather my stuff as I leave. My next class still isn’t for another hour and I’ll just linger by the building till then, getting a head start on assignments.
“Peyton.”
I jolt at the voice coming from behind me and turn to face Brit. Glancing around to ensure she’s alone, I shift my bag to the opposite shoulder and raise my eyebrows. I wonder how long she’s been waiting for me to exit the bathroom, and if she followed me there to begin with.
“Can I help you?”
Her eyes shift between mine, studying my expression as she swallows. “I’ve been trying to reach out to you.”
“I blocked you.”
She flinches. “Why?”
Sighing, I roll my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a second. “You know why. Please don’t act like you don’t. I blocked you because I don’t want to have this conversation.”
When I look back at her, her eyes are watering and my shoulders slump in annoyance. Her lips tremble. “Please let me explain. I didn’t mean?—”
“Shut up.” I hold up my hand to her face and shake my head. “I don’t want to know how you accidentally slept with my boyfriend or whatever bullshit you’re going to tell me.”
“Peyton, please. We’ve been friends?—”
“Exactly,” I snap. Emotion claws at my throat, and I swallow to bury it down. “And I would have never done to you what you’ve done to me. It’s one thing for your boyfriend to betray you, but I should have been able to trust you. You were my best friend . We came to this college together.” I wipe the tears that have fallen and Brit sniffles, using the sleeve of her shirt to get rid of the snot dripping from her nose.
“I’m sorry,” she cries harder.
I grind down on my teeth, looking over her sobs and my heart aches in my chest. My nose tingles as I try not to cry with her, and I tighten my jaw to hold them at bay.
“Please don’t talk to me again.” I walk around her, ignoring her sobs and make eye contact with Jacob as I turn the corner. His sullen face makes me scowl, and I flip him off. “Fuck you too. Both of you leave me the fuck alone.”
“Peyton, we just?—”
I grab his shirt, pulling him close. “I fucked someone else, the entire week in Big Bear. He fucked me over and over. And every time he came inside me, a piece of me that still loved you died. Believe me, there’s nothing left in me but his cum.”
When I let go of him, his chest is rising and falling as his wide eyes and slack mouth stare at me. I smirk, patting his cheek. “Goodbye, Jacob. Thanks for wasting so much of my time.”
As I walk away, I pull out my phone and barely skim over Owen’s dirty text, no longer in the mood to play. The two behind me have ruined that for now, but I still feel lighter after the confrontation. Like the last little string tying all of us together has snapped.