Chapter Two
A few days later, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, curling my hair. That afternoon, I would be going on another date with Alec. We were going to have a picnic in the local park, and I had chosen a sky-blue and white gingham dress to wear.
My phone started ringing and I set down the curling wand. My heart froze. Was it Jordan?
After unblocking him, I expected him to inundate me with booty call texts, but to my surprise, he didn’t. He hadn’t sent a single message. It was a little bit unsettling, to be honest.
I read the caller ID. Juliet .
I let out a breath, and ignored the twinge of disappointment deep down in my gut. “Jules,” I said, after picking up the phone and answering the call. “What’s up.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
I frowned. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Jordan Blackwood randomly called me a few days ago,” she said. “He said he needed to talk to you, and that it was an emergency. I was worried about you.”
“So you’re calling me now, days later?” I asked.
Jules made an embarrassed noise. “I got distracted, okay?”
I let out a soft laugh. Jules was the middle sister, who could be a bit air-headed and oblivious sometimes, but was also very smart. Our youngest sister, Willow, was sweet and friendly. She would be starting her freshman year at college soon.
“There’s no emergency,” I replied. “Jordan was just being dramatic.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with him,” she said.
“Oh, we’re not,” I said, voice vehement. I took a moment to mellow out. “He was just…asking me a favor.” I paused. “Wait a second. How do you know him, anyway?”
Sure, Jordan was popular. Everyone at college knew who he was. But there was a difference between knowing of each other, and having each other’s contact details.
“Oh, he’s like my mentor.”
“What?” I asked. Mentoring Jules in what? Partying? Breaking people’s hearts.
I had a bad feeling about this.
“Yeah, he’s been giving me career advice.”
I frowned. Jules studied economics, and Jordan studied…
Actually, I had no idea what his major was. I’d never thought to ask. It was something to do with maths though. I’d seen the textbooks lying around his dorm when we used to hookup.
“Did he even graduate?” I asked.
Jules laughed, and it was tinny through the phone line. “What kind of question is that? He’s got a job at Chasington.”
I blinked. Chasington was one of the biggest investment banks in the country, maybe even the world.
Getting a graduate job there was notoriously difficult.
Apparently candidates went through several rounds of interviews, where they were asked questions like, “how many tennis balls would fit in a sixteen wheeler bus?”
“He’s been really helpful,” Jules was saying now, but I could barely pay attention.
Jordan was…not a complete loser? I always thought he’d been nothing more than a fuckboy.
“…and he gave me advice for getting an internship,” Jules finished. “Oh, that reminds me — I have a call with my friend. Gotta figure out where I’m living for the school year. Bye, Ella.”
“Bye,” I mumbled, and lowered my phone.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long moment. For a second, I imagined introducing Jordan to my family. This is my boyfriend —
Boyfriend? No. Impossible.
I shook my head, and went back to getting ready for my picnic date.
The park was lush and green, and Alec and I sat on a rug, nibbling on finger sandwiches, strawberries and cake, while sipping bubbly champagne. It was very romantic.
The most romantic thing Jordan had ever done for me was cook me breakfast after fucking me until two in the morning, the previous night.
I’d made the right decision, searching for a real boyfriend instead of continuing to mess around with my ex-FWB.
I wanted to be treated like a princess, not like a whore.
Alec and I shared dating horror stories and talked about what we were doing. We weren’t exclusive yet, and could see other people, but we agreed that we both enjoyed spending time with each other.
It was a really lovely afternoon. The sun started to set, and around us, people walked their dogs or went on jogs.
Afterwards, Alec drove me back to my apartment. We kissed in his car, and he tasted like champagne.
I said goodbye without inviting him up. Sure, I was a bit horny since it’d been a while — the last time I’d had sex was over a month ago, with Jordan — but I had to be patient. I couldn’t let Alec think I was too easy.
Once home, I showered and got into my silk pyjamas. I climbed into bed, and checked my phone, and to my surprise, I saw I’d missed a call from Jordan.
My heart started to race. He’d left a voicemail, and it wasn’t the short kind either. It was almost five minutes long.
He’d never left me a voice message before. Had it been an accident?
I pressed on the voicemail out of curiosity.
“Ella. Call me back.” He sound unusually annoyed. There was a long silence, and then he sighed. “I, uh….shit,” he muttered, apparently to himself. “I saw you at the park today,” he said. “With a guy. I’m assuming that’s the guy you’re dating? You were having a picnic. How fucking romantic.
“Listen, I know it’s none of my business, and you’re probably going to get pissed at me for saying this, but…you could do way better than him. He looks like a fucking loser.”
What does he know? I thought, clenching my fists.
“But what do I know, right?” he said. “I don’t know anything about him.
Maybe he’s great. I’m just being fucking jealous.
I’m gonna regret this voicemail. You’re gonna block me, and I would have deserved it.
” He laughed, but there was no humour in it.
“Ella,” he said, tone changing. He sounded serious and almost…
pleading. “I need to see you again.” There was a long pause. “I miss the taste of your cunt.”
My lips parted. Had I heard him right?
He continued, voice low. “I miss the way you felt around my cock. So tight and hot and wet…” he groaned, and the sound of it made me involuntarily clench my thighs.
No. He couldn’t be turning me on right now.
“You were such a good girl for me,” he said.
“You’d back up on it. You were so desperate and whiny.
And your moans...” he sighed, and I heard something rustle in the background.
It sounded like clothing. “Sorry,” he said.
“I know I should hang up. I know you don’t want to hear this…
hear me jerk off to the thought of you. But you need to know…
you need to know how serious I am. I need to see you again. ” He let out a low sigh.
My eyes widened at the noise. Was he touching himself?
“Who’s the fucking loser now?” He continued, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “I know it’s pathetic, stroking myself to the memory of you. I know that I should just let you go and find some other fuck buddy. That’s what you want me to do, isn’t it, Ella?
“But I can’t. I just can’t stop thinking about you. You were such a good slut. That was the best part about you. You loved fucking me. You used to suck my cock like you were starving for my cum. You told me what you wanted, and you didn’t hold back. It was so hot, watching you enjoy yourself.”
He trailed off, and the background noise grew louder. I heard the slightly wet noise of him stroking himself. He must’ve lubed his cock up with something. It would be all shiny and slippery, the head a deep red…
Instinctively, I slid a hand down the front of my underwear. No one would ever have to know, I told myself. Not Alec. Definitely not Jordan. If he ever asked me, I’d say that I deleted the voice message without listening to it.
Maybe I should have tried to resist, but I was so horny. I needed to pleasure myself.
When my fingers brushed my sensitive pussy, it was already wet. I got my fingers slick up with my juices and grazed my clit. Electricity shot through my entire body.
Oh god.
On the voice message, Jordan was breathing heavily. I loved the sound of him panting. He’d get like that when I gave him head.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” he murmured. “I wish I could rub my cockhead against your pretty little pussy.”
I gasped, and, with my free hand, swiped through my phone. The voice message kept playing, but I pulled up his dick pick. I stared at that thick, throbbing cock, and imagined him sliding it against my slit. He always loved to tease me right before sex.
“I’d tap it against your clit. You loved it when I did that, didn’t you?” He groaned, the noise of him stroking himself growing faster. “Baby, I need it. I need to burrow myself into you. No one else feels like you. It has to be you. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”
I started rubbing my clit faster, remembering the way he filled me up.
“You felt so fucking good, Ella. Oh shit. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum just thinking of fucking you. I’m down bad, huh? Whatever. I don’t care. You know why, baby?”
He groaned.
“Because if you’re the slut I know you are, then you’re playing with yourself right now.”
His words almost completely pulled me out of the moment. I froze, feeling like I’d just been caught. But despite my shock, the voice message kept playing.
“Rubbing your swollen little clit. Fuck, I wish I could watch. I’d do anything just to watch you touch yourself again. Oh shit. It’s coming. It’s twitching like crazy, and —” his words disappeared with a groan that was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, and that was the trigger.
A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me as I squeezed my eyes tight. My legs shook as I came, my clit growing so sensitive I had to rip my fingers away. On my phone, Jordan was coming too, breathing shakily.
“Fuck,” he said eventually, his voice ragged. “I’ve got cum all over me. It’s a pity you’re not here, right, Ella? Because then you could lick it up like the cum slut you are.”
With that, the voice message ended, leaving me a sweaty mess on my bed, my heart still racing from the orgasm.