Brynne
I slid my shaky thumb along the screen, my stomach twisting as the app came up. A little green dot was in the corner of Theo’s photo, but that wasn’t what I cared about. What I cared about was the little icon lighting up red, telling me I had a new message.
I was being too eager. I wasn’t playing the game right.
But I couldn’t force myself to slow down, to be nonchalant.
I opened the message and stared at it, my cheeks heating—and not from the scalding water.
THEO:
You looked good today, Red.
ME:
You didn’t look too bad either.
THEO:
Did I get you in trouble?
ME:
No. McKay was upset, but he hid out in his office for the rest of the day.
You’re basically a superhero in that school, though. Everyone was talking about you.
THEO:
All good things, I hope
ME:
Would anyone dare say anything negative about THE Theo Caldwell?
THEO:
Not after that reaming today.
I really made an ass of myself
ME:
Everyone was impressed
THEO:
Were you?
I was fully sitting up now, unable to relax. Instead, I had my hands hanging over the edge, my thumbs shaking against the screen as I typed out the next message.
ME:
I was.
THEO:
That’s all I get? You won’t gush about how hot it was that I told your boss to go fuck himself?
ME:
You didn’t say that
THEO:
No, but it was implied.
Thanks for getting on again tonight.
I promise I won’t make things weird again…
ME:
I think that’s impossible for you.
You’re a weirdo. You make everything weird.
THEO:
What does that make you? Entertaining the weirdo
ME:
You tell me.
THEO:
It makes you the weirdo whisperer.
Good luck with that
I laughed at the message, unable to hold it in.
I’d known him for years, yet he’d never been like this before. So…real. So himself.
And it was messing with my head—this version of him. Funny, relaxed, human .
THEO:
I have to admit something to you.
My stomach did a somersault.
ME:
That sounds terrifying
What is it?
THEO:
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we talked last night.
I know you think talking to me is wrong, but how can it be when you’re taking up all my thoughts?
ME:
I can’t tell if you’re serious or if that was a really cheesy line.
THEO:
I’m dead serious, Red.
I’m pretty sure I dreamed about you last night.
And then today, after I saw you…
I nearly came in my fucking pants.
I blinked.
I knew he was a player. It had been his identity for years. And we’d always flirted, but it was playful. It was never real.
But this felt different.
And I knew I should turn back. I knew I should end this before we could start anything.
But I couldn’t.
Because my body was reacting to his words—my pussy throbbed, and my nipples hardened, and the air was suddenly too thick, too warm.
The logical part of my mind told me to stop.
But my body told me to keep going.
ME:
Really?
THEO:
That skirt made me lose my mind.
Your ass looked incredible in it.
I wanted to bend you over and see what you had on underneath.
I licked my too-dry lips.
End it , my mind kept screaming at me.
But my thumbs danced over the screen.
ME:
You really wanna know what was underneath?
THEO:
Tell me.
ME:
Just a tiny little thong. If you bent me over, all you’d have to do is slide that scrap of fabric over to see everything.
THEO:
Fuck.
You’re killing me, Red
What are you wearing now?
I glanced at my naked body. Tell the truth, or lie?
ME:
I’m in the bath.
So…nothing.
THEO:
Fuck.
I wish I could see you.
I want to touch you.
That sobered me up enough to remember who was on the other end of the phone. If we were going to keep talking like this, we needed ground rules.
ME:
Before we go any further, you said something last night. What happens on Pulse, stays on Pulse?
Does that rule still apply?
THEO:
If you want it to.
We don’t have to make any of these conversations real.
On the app, we don’t have to be Theo and Brynne. We can be anyone.
ME:
We never cross the line in real life.
It all stays on the app.
THEO:
No one will ever know.
We’re just having fun. Nothing serious. Digital space only.
ME:
Photos? Videos?
THEO:
Only if you’re comfortable with it
ME:
Are you?
THEO:
Red, I have a nice cock, and I think you’ll want to see it.
And I would be lying if I said I haven’t been daydreaming about your perfect tits for years
ME:
I’m trusting you, Theo.
THEO:
I’m trusting you too, Red.
Now…can you show me your tits?
I barked a laugh at the question. He really was such an arrogant, cocky man.
And somehow, impossibly, it made him more attractive.
I was losing my mind.
ME:
Not that easy, Playboy.
You have to earn it.
THEO:
And how can I do that?
I have my cock in my hand right now, baby. I’m so fucking hard for you.
Please tell me you’re touching yourself too
I laid back, resting my head on the ledge as I slipped my hand between my thighs. I teased my pussy, not wanting to work myself up too quickly.
ME:
Tell me what you’d do to me if we were together right now.
THEO:
It’s dark…
You’ll judge me.
ME:
You don’t know what I’m into, Playboy.
I like dark.
Tell me, please?
THEO:
I can’t stop thinking about you in handcuffs. So I’d cuff your hands behind your back and lift your hips high in the air. I’d tie your ankles to the bed so you couldn’t move. You’d have to stay in that position
I want your ass and that perfect little cunt on display for me. I want to see you dripping for me, desperate for me to touch you, fuck you, stretch you.
But I wouldn’t do any of that.
I stared at the phone, my heart in my throat as I waited for what he was going to say next.
THEO:
Instead, I’d sit there and watch you wiggle around, struggling to get free. I’d watch you grind your needy pussy against the air, and I’d listen to you beg me to fuck you.
I’d listen to you beg me to untie you, to let you go.
I wouldn’t, though.
Because I’d like to watch you squirm. I’d like to watch you not know what to do with yourself.
I’d sit there and watch you and stroke my cock until I was about to come, and then I’d stop myself. I’d wait for my orgasm to go away, but my cock would be impossibly harder. Then I’d get behind you and tease your swollen clit until you were writhing and begging me to fill you.
But only when you were moments away from your own orgasm would I slide inside you. Your pussy would ripple around me as you came, squeezing and milking every thick inch I gave you.
I wouldn’t be gentle, Red. I’d fuck you so hard, we’d put a hole in the fucking wall.
I didn’t try to stifle my moans as I rubbed tight circles over my swollen clit. Everything he said, I wanted him to do. I wanted to feel helpless, feel him watching me. I wanted him to fuck me until my throat was raw from screaming.
I wanted it all.
And I wanted it all with him.
Now.
THEO:
Well…did I earn it?
I bit my lip. It had been a long time since I’d sent anyone photos.
But this was Theo. I trusted him.
So I lifted my arm and brought up the camera.
I was careful not to get my face in it, and used the inside of my arms to press my breasts together.
Soapy bubbles coated my nipples, just the tease of pink popping through, and my other hand was still snaked down my body.
He would know I was touching myself—to him. To his words.
To his fantasy.
ME:
You earned it.
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THEO:
Holy fuck.
You’re even more perfect than I ever imagined.
I’d give anything to slide my cock between your tits right now
ME:
I don’t want your cock between my tits.
I want it inside me.
THEO:
Are you touching yourself for me, Red?
Did you like my little fantasy? It didn’t scare you away?
ME:
It didn’t scare me, Theo.
For you, I’d give up all my control and let you do anything you wanted to me.
THEO:
Don’t say things like that, Red
Because I’ll have no choice but to take this into the real world
ME:
You can’t.
But you can imagine all those things…
Like when I go to your housewarming party tomorrow, you can think about taking me up to your room and shoving a gag in my mouth so your guests won’t hear. They’ll be downstairs mingling, and laughing, and totally unaware that you have me bent over…that you’re filling me with your cock.
THEO:
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See how hard you make me?
My eyes widened at the picture. He wasn’t just being an arrogant prick—he really was huge. Thick and veiny. The tip a deep red coated in precum.
It was perfect.
Because of fucking course it was.
It was Theo Caldwell’s cock.
THEO:
You think you can stay quiet while you take all of me?
A whimper fell from my lips as I slipped two fingers inside my pussy. It wasn’t enough—nothing would be enough until I had him inside me.
THEO:
I could press your face into a pillow to muffle any sounds you make. No one would ever know what I was doing to you only a few feet above their heads.
Then, afterward, we’d go back to the party and you’d have to pretend like you didn’t just come all over my cock. Like you hadn’t begged me to let you come.
ME:
I don’t beg, Playboy.
It was a lie. I’d totally beg him.
THEO:
You would.
My toes curled in the water.
He was insufferable.
THEO:
I’m so fucking close, baby
Are you almost there?
Do I need to keep telling you everything I’d do to you, or should I save some of my fantasies for another night?
ME:
Save them
Tell me tomorrow night
THEO:
Should I whisper it in your ear at the party?
ME:
Online only, remember?
THEO:
Fine. I’ll text it to you.
Would you disappear into the bathroom to touch yourself like you’re doing right now?
ME:
Would you?
THEO:
I already know I’m going to have to make myself come before I see you tomorrow
You’re going to look so fucking good.
You always do.
ME:
I’ll wear something extra low-cut for you
THEO:
Do you want me to hide in my bedroom for my own party, Red? You want me to be in the same house as you, fucking myself while thinking of you in some little dress, wishing I could push it up and shove inside you?
You think I wouldn’t fuck you in a bathroom? In the kitchen?
I don’t care about being caught.
I’d love for someone to catch me with my cock inside you.
The forbidden nature of that scenario made my back arch with need.
It was hard to type with one shaky hand.
ME:
Would you stop when they caught us?
THEO:
Fuck no.
I wouldn’t stop until I felt you come all over me
My thighs began trembling.
I was so close.
ME:
Would you come inside me?
Or on my face?
On my tits?
Where?
THEO:
I’d come inside you
You want that, baby? You want me to fill you up until you’re overflowing?
You’d have to walk around and pretend like everything was normal, but we’d both know you had a mess between your legs.
Is that what you want, Red? For me to mark you like some kind of fucking beast?
ME:
I want you to own me, Theo.
My orgasm shot through me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head like I was fucking possessed. I felt my body tighten and convulse. I didn’t know what happened to my phone, or my vision, or my hearing.
Everything was a blur. It was too intense.
But I couldn’t stop my fingers from moving, couldn’t stop teasing my clit.
It was like I was possessed by him .
My phone clattered to the tiled floor as I rode out the rest of my orgasm, unable to breathe, or think, or do anything but just feel it.
It vibrated against the floor, and I forced my heavy eyelids open. I fought to catch my breath, trying to breathe through the reality settling in around me.
I just sexted Theo.
My best friend’s brother.
Oh, my god.
Reaching down, I read his final messages.
THEO:
Fuck.
Fuck.
I came, baby. Did you?
ME:
I did, too
THEO:
That was amazing.
I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life
ME:
Me either
But it’s still just online, right?
Everything we just talked about was just fantasy?
THEO:
Don’t worry, Red
It’ll all stay here.
ME:
It’s getting late.
I should go to bed.
THEO:
No aftercare?
ME:
How can you do that on an app?
THEO:
I don’t know.
Tell you that you were a good girl, and that you’re beautiful. And that I’m lucky you chose to do this with me
ME:
That’s perfect.
Goodnight, Playboy.
THEO:
I already know I’m going to dream about you tonight
Goodnight, Red.
See you tomorrow.