Thirteen
W ho the hell am I? I slid out of my room to phone her, because I didn’t want to wake Elise, and I was in a silent clubhouse for once. I tried talking to her in the hallway outside my room, but that was a dumbass idea, so I’d made my way downstairs to the bar, which was empty and darkened, and took up a seat on a sofa in the corner.
“Shouldn’t my fingers be inside me, oh master of orgasms?”
I grinned, wishing she was right beside me, so I could show her just exactly how I really was the master of her orgasms.
“I don’t know if you’ve earned that yet, girl. For now, I want you to tease your pussy, but don’t finger it fully yet. Tease your clit with the other hand. Make sure to suck on your fingers first, although I’m sure you’re nice and wet already.”
She let out a soft sigh, and it shot through me to my fucking dick, which was twitching like it wanted to join in. Could I bring myself to even touch it if it did? Would I really jerk off down here in the damn bar?
“Stitch?”
“Yeah, girl?”
“Are you touching yourself too?”
I stared down at my boxers, just visible in the dim light. Could I?
“What do you think, Camille? Do you realise that most men you speak to on the phone would have their dicks in their hands, because your voice is fucking velvety and sexy as fuck? ”
Her response was a soft moan. Yeah, time to get her off.
“I want you to listen to me, and slowly finger-fuck yourself, while you tease your clit, roll those sexy hips of yours, and writhe all over your bed as you do. Will you do that for me, Camille?”
“If you’re a good boy, I might.” She giggled, and I found myself smiling again.
“I’m definitely not a good boy, but then I’m not a boy at all, am I? I’m all man.” Shit. There I go, lying to her again. It was like a cold shower, but in my head, in my fucking soul.
She let out a shaky moan, and I shook myself out of my dark thoughts.
“Are you thrusting your fingers nice and deep, Camille? Riding them like you’d ride my dick, while I’m thrusting up into you? Are you stroking and teasing your clit? Pretend I’m sucking on it, because that’s what I’d do, girl. I’d hold your legs open, and tongue you until you begged me to let you come. By the time I let you feel my tongue on your clit, you’d be shuddering and incoherent, desperate for your orgasm. Only when you’d begged enough, would I finally suck on that little clit, and make you scream. It wouldn’t be my name though… it’d be gibberish, because I’d have driven you insane with need, and you’d be all weak and kitteny after.”
The sound she made was similar to what I’d described, as she came hard, riding her own fingers instead of any fucking part of me like she should have been.
My dick was suddenly hard as a rock, and I was so tempted to jerk off right there, even though it meant touching it. It’d mean sticking my hand down my boxers, and knowing that everything down there is wrong, and that urge dissipated, even though my dick didn’t get the message.
“Stitch?” Oh hell, Camille .
“Yeah, girl. You back with me now?”
She giggled and it was sexily husky, and I wished I was hearing it first hand, while she lay beside me, or under me.
“Thank you for my orgasm, you wicked master of orgasms.”
I grinned, despite everything that was shitty in my life, because she was the perfection I didn’t deserve, but would remember until my dying day… the day that was coming sooner than I’d planned.
“Stitch? ”
“Yeah?”
“If you were here, do you know what I’d do now?” I bit back a groan at the thought of being there.
“Fall asleep, satisfied after a big orgasm from your Orgasm Master?”
She giggled again. “I was thinking more about how I’d suck your dick and make you come down my throat, actually. I’d be the mistress of your orgasm.”
Hell…
Cammy
S omething about Stitch made me brave, not that I was a coward by any means, but he made me pushy, almost aggressive when it came to wanting him. If he came over to my place right now, I’d do exactly what I said, and I’d enjoy every damn second.
He’d fallen so silent though, I wondered if he’d ended the call.
“Stitch?”
He cleared his throat. “Uh… yeah, that sounds amazing, girl.”
“I’ll give you my address. Come straight here, and I’ll make it worth your while.” Oh my god, I sounded like a desperate slut.
“Uh… I wish I could, Camille, but I’m not able to get there right now.”
Not able to… maybe he’d been drinking.
“I could come to you.” I’d been drinking too, of course, so that wasn’t ideal either.
He laughed. “Nah, we definitely can’t do that-”
“I understand.” I could feel the brush off from here, and it hurt even more than I expected.
“I need to go now, have a nice night.” I ended the call and shoved the phone under my pillow, as I turned on my side, and curled up in a ball. Why didn’t he want me? Why was he so willing to get me off over the phone, but the second I suggested more, he was running for the hills?
My phone buzzed under my pillow enough times that I eventually dragged it back out and switched it off, but I didn’t miss the fact that there had been an incoming call at the time. From him. The bastard. The man who, once again, had backed off and left me hanging.
Why was I wasting my time on someone who clearly didn’t want me as much as I wanted him? He’d been the one to message me, for god’s sake! What kind of game was he playing, and why did I keep letting him hurt me like this?
I fell asleep in the end, but my dreams were tortured ones, filled with a hot biker guy who kept letting me get close, but never let me touch him, always moving out of reach whenever I approached. They say dreams don’t have meaning, but this one was pretty clear. He wasn’t attainable. He wasn’t mine to touch, and I was damned if I’d try again anytime soon.
It wasn’t even morning when I woke. Not light yet, anyway, so I cursed him once more, and headed downstairs to make a four AM coffee, while I tried to work out how to do my makeup today, so I wouldn’t look like a zombie.
When I turned on the light in the kitchen, there was a sound at my window, and I turned to see a face peering in. My scream could have woken the dead.