29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Jesus Fucking Christ…
My cock turns to steel reading this fantasy Jillian has come up with. It’s bloody brilliant.
Only, it sickens me to think she’d type these filthy things to a stranger when only hours earlier, I asked to fuck her.
And she turned me down.
Is she doing this because she thinks she can’t have me?
With my shirt open from the doozy of a photo I sent her of my abs, enhanced by a filter to see all the etched ridges, I glance down at my phone and read it again.
Gemma7: How’s this for a fantasy… I park my car a few miles out of town, someplace where the night is pitch black. I’ll slip into my backseat, get myself heated because I can’t take the lustful agony another second. You drive up, see my car on the side of the road, stop to help me, see me and… Well, I’ll let you take it from there, Casanova.
Me: That’s quite a fantasy.
Gemma7: Too much?
I laugh into my scotch. “Oh, sparkles, I will show you too much and make your pretty head spin off your shoulders.”
Without any specifics of what I’m to do when I see her, my dirty mind goes dark, real dark. I’ll make her rethink using this app with a stranger and then come crawling to me, a man she can trust for her lustful games.
Somewhat. At least I won’t murder her on a deserted road in the desert. Is she out of her fucking mind?
God, I want to spank that arse and fuck it until she promises to never look at another man again.
Gemma7: Hello? I asked you if my fantasy is too much for you?
Yes, I’m having a goddamn heart attack. But I type…
Me: Not at all. Of course, you’ll need to tell me the make and model of your car, license plate, too. Unless you want to risk some real stranger ripping off the door to your Honda and pinning you to the backseat face down and fucking you until you’re creaming all over his cock.
A few seconds pass and I wonder if I came on too strong.
Gemma7: How do you know I drive a Honda???
My fingers freeze above the keyboard. Shite. I can’t let anything like that slip again. She drives me crazy, this one.
Me: You drive a Honda?
Gemma7: Yeah.
Me: So do thirty million other people. It was a lucky guess. Just shows we’re on the same page.
Gemma7: What do you drive?
Me: My cock into your wet cunt…
I almost hit send but realize that’s too close to how I would answer her in person.
And what if we have to take a drive somewhere and she recognizes my car? Motherfucker, I have to get a second rental for this.
I delete my earlier reply and say:
Me: Let that be part of the mystery.
Gemma7: How will I know it’s you? We HAVE to have some kind of safety code.
We…She’s thinking like we’re a we… I love that.
My eyes scan Darragh’s desk and snag on a stack of yellow Post-it notes.
Me: I will slap a yellow Post-it note on the window. I don’t think a guy looking to harm a stranded woman is going to carry sticky notes and risk leaving prints on the glass.
Gemma7: That’s actually brilliant. Have you done this before?
I consider how to answer. This whole hook-up app fuckery charade? Of course not. Finding a woman on the side of the road and fucking her in the backseat?
Me: No.
Gemma7: Have you been on this app long?
Me: No.
Gemma7: Have you hooked up with someone yet?
Me: Not yet.
Gemma7: Will you be hooking up with someone else?
I smile. She wants exclusivity on a hook-up app. How adorable. After what I plan to do to her, she’ll delete this damn app. I’ll give her exclusivity.
A lump forms in my throat at this road I’m going down. Exclusivity. Fucking only me, ever again?
As in until the end of fucking time?
What is this woman doing to me?
Me: Do you want me to only hook up with you?
Gemma7: Not sure.
If anyone else touches her…
Gemma7: I’m glad you wrote me, JBG. I was skeptical when I didn’t see a real photo, but I’m picturing you in my mind.
Me: And??
Gemma7: I like it. I like that we want the same thing.
“Not exactly, sparkles,” I say out loud to no one. Or Balor if he has this place bugged. “You want these anonymous hook ups and I want to fuck you into tomorrow with your eyes on me while you’re screaming my name. Me. Not some fucking stranger.”
Me: I’m glad you gave me a chance. You won’t be disappointed.
Gemma7: Will I see your face when we… *coughs* you know?
Me: Fuck?
Gemma7: Yeah…
Pox me…Here’s the part I didn’t consider.
Me: If your fantasy is to be railed by a stranger over and over, I think it’s best I keep my face hidden.
Gemma7: Railed?
Me: Fucked.
Gemma7: I heard someone else use that word. Railed.
Shite…
Me: Doesn’t surprise me. It’s a common word to escape censors on social media.
Gemma7: True, but I don’t think they censor the chat feature.
Me: I’ll leave you with this: When I get my hands on you, I’m going to rip off your panties, and drive into your pussy from behind while rubbing your clit until you come at least three times. You’ll be begging me to stop because you can’t handle me driving into you like an animal anymore. Then I’m going to pull out, spread your ass cheeks and coat your back hole with my cum. Stick my finger in it to prep you, then fuck you there, too.