Chapter 6 #3
Hunter: I can help you, just for tonight
Scandalized, my eyes widened. Who gave him the balls to do that?
June: You deserve an insult, so consider yourself lucky that all I’m saying is GOOD NIGHT
I found myself laughing at the thought that he would laugh reading that.
Hunter: You might not know it, but I pay attention to so many things when we’re together
June: Meaning?
I started to massage my lower lip, waiting for him to respond.
Hunter: I’m much more sexually experienced than you, and I know how to recognize the needs of Goody Two-shoes
James was drunk; otherwise he wouldn’t have kept going down that dangerous road. And so was I, seeing as I knew perfectly well what an asshole he was but right then didn’t care at all. The situation was really straightforward: The cotton underwear was starting to irritate my inner thighs.
June: So, Mr. Expert? What would you like to do?
I put my head between my hands in despair at what I had written. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t.
Hunter: I’ll finish what William started
With my eyes frozen, I kept staring at that text.
He couldn’t be serious, and I couldn’t be listening to him. It was insane. I hid my phone under the covers and closed my eyes.
Enough. This time I had to sleep.
Because sure, I was tired, but my impulses were keeping me up. I spread my legs hoping that this tension would magically abate. It didn’t. I sighed and took my pajama pants off.
Okay, I’d give in, but alone. Without him. Except my thoughts went back there. To his full lips, strong hands, and magnetic eyes.
The memories in the dark corners of my mind started creating confusing but always seductive images.
It didn’t matter if he was wearing the school uniform, the hoodie, or if he was shirtless, angry or insolent—he and the desperate need to feel his mouth on my body were always there.
I squeezed my fists, on the verge of screaming in desperation when another notification forced me to check my phone.
Hunter: Are you almost there?
I turned on my side.
This was wrong.
I didn’t write that, though. I was divided in two. My head, which usually commanded my actions, wasn’t in full control of its faculties at the moment, while my body, at the mercy of impulses and rebellious hormones, seemed to speak the only language that I could understand.
Hunter: Put in your earbuds, Snow White, I’m calling you
I frowned.
June: Do you have something to say to me, James?
Hunter: No, but I want to hear something
I bit my lip.
June: So you’re not gonna talk to me?
Hunter: We won’t say a word. I promise
The image of his face flashed before my eyes. I was sure James had written the message snickering in his childish and malicious way. All of a sudden I desperately needed to see him. I looked at the photo again, devouring it with my eyes, stealing every detail until my phone vibrated.
It was four in the morning, and the situation was insane. We were both too drunk to be talking like this. Answering meant taking the first step down the road to hell.
But my head was too light and my legs were locked in a lethal give. I just want to see what he came up with.
I reached for my headphones on my nightstand and clicked the green icon on the display.
We were both silent for a few moments. Even though I didn’t know what James was doing, I knew what I needed, given that my body was telling me. Every inch of my skin was begging me so brazenly that it caused spasms and palpitations in areas I’d never explored.
Without me even realizing it, my thumb began caressing my most sensitive areas, which were still covered with my underwear.
Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a light rustling that also sounded like rubbing, maybe from his boxers.
I couldn’t believe he was really doing it with me.
And I couldn’t believe I was really doing it with him either.
But that didn’t prevent my hand from following the lustful movement, slightly increasing the rhythm.
The most feverish part of my body started getting slippery and wet under my impatient fingertips, and my desire to be slippery and make myself moist under my impatient fingertips skyrocketed, not indifferent to him being on the other end of the line. I bit my lip to not make a sound.
James seemed extremely intent on not breathing a single word because I didn’t hear anything. I slid past the cotton barrier to reach my boiling-hot skin, as I closed my eyes and let my instincts guide me.
“You’re making noise.”
James breathed those words quietly, and I realized I’d let out one moan too many. But instead of being embarrassed, I heard a continuous rubbing from him followed by deep breaths.
“You’re also—” was all I could say.
“Does it bother you?” he asked, in an even deeper and huskier voice at usual. A shiver took hold of me.
“James.”
“Tell me, should I stop, June?”
“No.” I gasped.
Why did I answer him? Why did I engage? Was I crazy?
But now it didn’t matter anymore because my hand went down there again, and another trace of shivers rippled through my lower stomach, and I noticed how James struggling to repress the moans that managed to slide out every once in a while, alternating with labored breath.
I decided to give in to my body. This time, I welcomed every small tremor that rushed through me.
“I want to see your face after,” I heard him moan. The sound of his voice was anything but aggressive or bossy. It was subdued, almost docile, and extremely seductive.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to see if you’re as beautiful as I imagine.”
I tightened around my fingers, and my racing breath revealed one emotion too many. Beautiful? Imagining? What was he imagining?
I bit my lip.
At this point how could I not imagine him too?
I shouldn’t have, even though I did it. I looked at the photo that he’d sent me right before, then bit my lips until it almost hurt.
My shyness transformed into lust that swept over me with the urgent impatience to finish.
My thoughts passed quickly and disjointedly into uncharted territory.
And instead of the neon colors, his hot tongue was passionately slithering along my bare thighs, and I found myself falling into a soft bubble made of muffled sounds and enveloping, warm, pleasant sensations.
I shut my eyes. I didn’t make a sound, but my moist body was making indecent noises that James was certainly not indifferent to, because he welcomed them with increasingly intense moans.
A few moments later, every muscle in my body contracted and relaxed in a succession of overwhelming spasms.
Slowly an all-encompassing peace washed over me.
Every part of me seemed light yet so heavy that I couldn’t move anymore.
But the moment of recklessness wasn’t over yet because, with my heart racing a hundred miles an hour and labored breath, I took a picture and sent it.
My scarlet cheeks and softened eyes didn’t do justice to how good I felt right then.
“Damn, you were faster than me,” I heard him whisper between breaths that grew shorter and shorter. The photo was open, but I didn’t have the courage to ask him out loud, so I wrote him.
June: Was it better or worse than what you imagined?
“So much better.”
His husky, sensual moans expanded into the void, mixing with long, then fragmented breaths until they stopped.
“Oh damn.”
We stayed quiet for a few moments waiting for his breath to regulate itself. When I heard an indistinct chuckle escape his lips, I hung up.
My god, after what I thought of him tonight, how was I going to look him in the eyes at school tomorrow?
I washed my hands and put on my pajama pants then I got the last message.
Hunter: Sweet dreams, princess