Seventeen
I figured since I was going straight to hell anyway, for even considering taking my VP’s sister’s virginity, I might as well enjoy the days leading up to my death.
When I told Ice I wanted to be able to contact her, he just rolled his eyes and handed me a phone, muttering something about how he was always two steps ahead of me, and to never forget it.
I almost wondered if he was setting me up, but I took the leap, and I really was messaging her. And did she really just ask me for a fucking dick pic? I was so tempted, especially since it was hard as a rock right now, just at the thought of messaging with her. Plus of course, that picture she sent, I could see her fucking pert nipples through another one of those skimpy vests of hers.
Jesus, I wanted to be sucking on them, as I finger fucked her. Oh hell… but I couldn’t, could I? When she lost her virginity, I wanted it to be on my dick, not my fingers. Yeah, I’m definitely going to hell.
E : We could work up to the dick pic? Want me to send you a picture of more of me?
Fuck yes. I wanted to see every creamy inch of her perfect skin, and I desperately wanted to see that sweet pink pussy of hers, preferably glistening with need for me.
Me : I want to see ALL of you. I’ll settle for seeing your fingers between your legs.
I deleted that one because what the fuck? I’d scare her off, wouldn’t I? Instead I sent this.
Me : I wish we were in the same room right now. I’d strip off your skimpy little clothes, and feast my eyes on you. You’re gorgeous, babe, and way too fucking good for me.
Truth hurts, like a knife to the heart.
E : That’s bullshit. Okay, send me the dick pic.
What? I hit the call button instead, and her voice was breathy when she answered. Was she horny like me? Was she so fucking desperate to come that she was already riding her fingers?
“Babe, no dick pics. I want to show you in the flesh.”
She giggled, and that sound went right to my dick.
“I wish you could sneak into my room, Has-Been.”
“Call me Has. It’s less of a mouthful.” Then I smirked. “Unlike me.”
She gasped, and then there was that sweet giggle again.
“You’re so rude.”
“You have no idea, babe. Jesus, you have no idea how sexy you sound right now. My dick is so fucking hard, and all I have is my own damn hand.”
She made a sound, kinda like a whimper, but gaspy too.
“Are you touching yourself, Elise? Are you tweaking that little clit of yours while I talk to you? Do you want me to fuck my hand to the sound of you getting off?”
What the hell am I doing? Dirty talking with a fucking virgin? I could be scaring the hell out of her.
“Is this too much? Tell me to shut up if I’m freaking you out.”
Her response was a low groan, followed by a huffy noise.
“I might be a virgin but I’m not a pathetic little child, and yes, my fingers are on my clit. I’m so turned on by your messages, Has.”
I took my cock firmly in hand, and started jerking it. I was close already, just at this frustratingly distanced fucking foreplay session we had going on.
“Did you suck them first, so they’re nice and wet, babe?”
I heard her breath catch in her throat, and then I heard movement, the rustling of bedding.
“No, I was plenty wet enough, Has. My body is so ready for you.” She’s going to be the death of me!
An animalistic surge of desire nearly made me lunge up off my bed, and hammer on her door until she let me in. Would I even be able to fucking ignore that desperate need for her?
Elise
I couldn’t believe this was even happening! He was really flirting with me, and talking dirty, and wanted me touching myself and he was doing the same, right now!
“Elise? Darlin’, you’re gonna fucking kill me, but it’ll be worth it. Fuck… I’m so tempted to try and sneak across the hall to your room.”
“Oh god, yes, please do it!” Has-Been let out a low frustrated growl.
“Someone always fucking shows up when I’m with you. I swear your brother knows something.”
Oh god, don’t talk about him while I’m touching myself! I let out a hiss of disappointment.
“I can’t do this now. Dammit, Has!”
He was silent for too long, then he cursed.
“Yeah, I royally fucked that up, didn’t I? I’m sorry, darlin’. We need to find a reason to get the two of us out of here for a bit. I could book us somewhere nice, get to know each other without any fuckers disturbing us.”
I pictured a pretty room at a little hotel, and was surprised to realise that I really didn’t care if the room was even nice or not. I just wanted to be with him.
“Will we ever just get to be with each other, Has?”
I could hear him moving about. Was he still touching himself, or had he gone off the boil now too? I really thought we were going to get off with each other, and yet again my fantasy had failed me. Or was it one of us doing the failing?
He cursed quietly, and I heard something fall over.
“Fuck this. I need to get out of here for a bit. Do something for me, darlin’. Get on some jeans, boots, a heavy coat or hoody, and sneak outside. Don’t get caught, and if you do, just say you needed some air. I’ll be right behind you. We’re going for a ride.”
My breath caught in my throat and my heart started thudding in my chest.
“On your bike?”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.
“ For starters , yeah. I’ll have a helmet for you, okay? Just get outside, and make sure that gorgeous hair is hidden under a hood or something.”
Oh my god. We were going out on his bike! I’d never even been on a motorbike because Mr Overprotective had never let me on his. Something about it being for old ladies or some rubbish. But… if I got on Has-Been’s bike… no, stop overthinking things. Just fucking get ready like he said.
I hurried around, dressing like he told me, even though it was a warm evening, and then I carefully unlocked my door and locked up quietly behind me. Instantly I was hit by a moment of panic, because behind that door I was safe, and now I was wandering the halls when someone in this clubhouse might even be the one sending me those vile messages.
I saw Has-Been’s door crack open, and he carefully peeked out and spotted me. He shot me a grin, and nodded at me. Briefly emboldened by his gesture, I headed down the hallway, moving as quietly as I could, and as I was on the first flight of stairs, I heard his door close quietly behind him. My god, we were really going to do this!