10. Mia
TEN
Mia
I spend the next minute in the bathroom thinking about how much debt I have on my credit card and how much money I have left in my checking account, because I’m willing to spend an exorbitant amount of money to get myself a new hotel room. I leave the bathroom a full two minutes after I hear the door to the room slam shut, my heart still racing like I’ve done a dead sprint across the entirety of New Orleans.
The first thing I do is get dressed. I get so dressed. The most dressed. Even if it’s extremely warm, I pull on a random pair of panties, a long-sleeved shirt, and sweatpants. The next thing I do is check my bank account. Yikes . But worth it, probably. I use the hotel phone to call down to the main desk.
“Hi,” I say, when Stacy with the eyelashes picks up.
“How can I help you?” she says in a tone that implies she’d rather get hit by a bus.
“I just wanted to know how much it would cost to book another room,” I ask her desperately.
“Sorry. We’re all booked out for that conference going on this weekend.”
Fuck. “Oh, okay. Do you know if that’s the case for the surrounding hotels, too?”
I can almost hear her rolling her eyes. “I don’t know, ma’am, I don’t work at other hotels. But I’d assume so.”
“Okay. Thanks for your help,” I tell her, but she’s already hung up the phone.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck. I feel crazy. My head is telling me to be really fucking embarrassed, obviously, but my body is still a live wire. The look on Elias’s face was… dangerous. Ravenous. Like he wanted to eat me. Another face to add to the Elias list.
I look up at the mirror across from the bed, next to the door. My cheeks and mouth are flushed, my nipples poking through the thin material of my long-sleeved shirt. What am I supposed to do?—
My cell phone dings next to me. Adam has long since taken a backseat; I’d forgotten about him as soon as Elias barged through the door. I check my phone.
Are you ready
Shit. I forgot he was coming back in ten minutes. Do I grab all my stuff and leave? Find another hotel? I check the time. It’s far too late to be lugging a suitcase around New Orleans, looking for hotels with open rooms. I need to answer Elias. Maybe we can just go to bed, and I’ll deal with it tomorrow. I’ll start with an apology.
Yes. I’m sorry you had to see that
That’s fine, maybe?—
I’m not
I stare at those two words, a warmth spreading through my body into my fingers and toes. Could… Maybe…
?
Did you put clothes on
Yes, and I want to tear them off.
Yes. Long sleeves long pants
Aren’t you hot
So fucking hot. Sweating, actually, sitting here.
yes
How will you last all night
Idk
take it off
I whimper. So this is happening. Take it slow, just like he’s taught you.
But you still have to come in here
get under the covers and turn the lights off
Ok
In a trance, I stand up and move towards the light switch. I glance at myself in the mirror on the way there. I look flushed, dewy and slightly damp from sweat, sexy as hell. I switch off the light and take off my shirt and sweatpants in the dark, relishing the feel of the cool air on my hot body. I climb under the covers, the darkness somehow making me acutely aware of the feeling of the rough sheets on my skin.
What are you wearing now
Just my panties
What kind
A thong
I didn’t think people slept in thongs
I take a deep breath, squirming and shifting with my legs crossed together. I go for it.
I wore it for you
Do you like the way it feels on your swollen pussy
A tiny moan escapes. I think about the feeling of the fabric of the rough edges of my thong, the way it digs into the lips of my very swollen pussy.
It’s a little too much
Then take it off
slowly
I slip it off, dragging it down, pressing my nails against my skin, imagining instead the feeling of rough fingers or maybe teeth sliding it down my legs. When they’re off, I shiver, getting impossibly wetter now that I’m entirely naked underneath the blanket. I want to touch myself, but a part of me wants to wait for Elias to tell me to.
Instead, Elias chooses that exact moment to walk through our door. The outline of his big body is briefly illuminated in the light of the hallway, and then we’re shut in the dark. Together, and alone.
He walks in. It’s so silent in here that I can hear him breathing. He moves towards my bed, I hold my breath, he’s inches away from my very naked body… but then he detours towards his. I hear him rifling through his bag. I don’t move a muscle, biting my lip so hard I could draw blood. He grabs something from his bag, walks towards my bed again , but then detours for the bathroom this time. He closes the door and turns on the lights and the fan.
I whimper, bereft and empty. My phone dings.
are you wet
soaking
I think I hear a groan from the bathroom, which only spurs me on.
can I touch myself
lick your fingers
only touch your nipples. Rub them with your wet fingers and imagine I’m licking them. Sucking them
don’t touch anything else
I hear the shower go on, and I let out the moan I’ve been holding. I throw the phone on the bed next to me and lick the fingers on both hands, placing both on my ultra sensitive nipples, so tight they’re almost sharp. I want to cry with relief and frustration as I imagine a strong, wet tongue lapping at them, swirling them around. I circle them, twirling and pinching and kneading my breasts, in the same exact way Elias did just this morning.
I’m so drenched between my legs now that I can feel myself dripping onto the bed. I spread my legs, fingers itching to touch myself.
The shower shuts off.
I grab my phone in desperation, pinching my nipple with my other hand.
did you touch yourself
only my tits, like you asked
good girl
are you quiet when you come, Mia, or do you get loud
I bite my lip. I’m not sure if I’m in denial, or don’t want Elias to have to break his promise, or I don’t know, but I have the urge to suspend reality for a bit, pretending I’m not actually sexting with the man I’ve known my entire life.
I’d be loud for you. But I can’t be loud now. I’m sharing a room with my brother’s best friend.
I don’t get an immediate text back, as if Elias is thinking about it. Was that the wrong thing to say?
then make sure you stay quiet baby. This will be our little secret
I’m going to tell you how I’d touch your hot little body. do it to yourself. Pretend it’s me.
I’d start by touching your pretty pink pussy. I’d trace the outside to feel how wet you are. did you get waxed just for me? I’d take you either way, but now you can feel how rough my fingers are on your slippery lips
I all but throw my hand down there, sobbing with relief. I’m even wetter than I thought, but it serves as the perfect lube to touch myself. I’m so keyed up that I know if I touch my clit, I’ll detonate.
The lights and the fan in the bathroom shut off. It’s pitch black in the room, silent, save for the almost silent buzz of the air conditioning. The door swings open. It smells fresh and damp, like shampoo and body wash and something uniquely male.
Elias walks past my bed, just as I accidentally brush my clit. I bite down my lip, holding in the moan that wants to spill over. It becomes a whisper or a squeak instead.
Elias stops moving, freezing right at the foot of my bed. I don’t stop touching myself, circling my pussy, wanting to scream and cry and rage all at the same time. But I have to stay quiet. His even breath stutters, but he walks over to his bed and throws his bag on the ground. I hear him drop his towel and get under the sheets. I shiver, knowing he’s as naked as I am under there.
There’s a sharp intake of breath, so faint it’s almost inaudible. Then I see the dim light of his phone. Mine dings, and I open it with my left hand.
I’m so fucking hard for you
I can’t keep quiet. I throw the covers over my head, creating an entirely non-soundproof barrier, but it’s enough for me to feel better about letting out a whine.
I want to wrap my hand around your hard cock. Fuck you’re big. Trace the head with my fingers. Grip it from the base, move up towards the tip, squeezing. Up and down
i’d dip a finger in your tight little hole next. you’re drenched for me. I’d stretch it with two, maybe three fingers. I know you can take it all. I’d spread your wetness everywhere
My fingers slip right in, but right away, it’s not enough. Vaguely, from the other side of my blanket cavern, I hear sheets moving, rustling, maybe a groan. I do as he says, spreading my wetness all over, getting messy. I can’t stop now, I’m a runaway train.
I’d put you in my mouth. Your dick is so big, it stretches my lips. I’d take you all the way down my throat, looking you right in the eyes. I’d make it sloppy. I’d suck you down
i’d spread you with my thumbs, lick a long stripe from your cute little asshole, all the way up. I’d shove my tongue so far up your pussy, rubbing your walls with my tongue. Then I’d lick right over your clit. Circle it with my tongue. Over and over again until your legs tighten around my ears.
Finally . I gather all of my wetness between my fingers, using four of them to rub large, firm circles, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. So good. It’s so good. I’m on the edge. My mouth is pressed up against the blankets on top of me, making it hard to breathe. My hair is drenched with sweat, sticking to my face. My phone dings.
I’m licking at your clit while sliding two fingers in. In and out. Slowly at first. But then I feel you tightening up. I go faster
I use both my hands and my mouth god you’re so big
I’m rubbing your g-spot with my fingers pressing up I’m sucking on your swollen clit you’re so fucking wet
I want to milk you dry id swallow it all
Elias growls out loud into the space of the quiet room. “Fuck it,” he says. “Let me hear you.”
I don’t even think twice. I kick the covers completely off, throwing my phone down at the same time I hear Elias’s hit his bed. I hear the sounds of skin on skin, of Elias jerking himself not six feet away from me, his soft grunts a caress across my body.
I circle my clit with one hand while shoving two fingers of the other into myself. Tight circles, fingers in and out. I’m so drenched can I hear it, sloshing and squelching, and I know Elias can hear it, too.
Tighter. Quicker. The slapping sounds from the bed next to me get louder, faster. I realize I’m making a soft whining noise, like a teakettle, ready to boil. I feel it building at the back of my neck.
“Scream my name when you come, Mia,” growls Elias from somewhere next to me, in that voice that’s never been directed at me, deep and predatory, and that’s all I need to push me over the edge.
Panting, grunting, moaning fills the room.
“Elias!” I explode, voice desperate and pleading, my eyes squeezed shut, and I’m wracked with a violent orgasm, a full body seizure, my spine arching off the bed. Waves and waves and waves of pleasure, my pussy spasming around the inadequate girth of my fingers.
A guttural sound, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. A stutter in his rhythm. “Fuck. Mia,” he grunts, my name a statement and a promise.
Then silence, save for sounds of the two of us catching our breaths. My body is twitching, sparks in my arms and legs.
Reality settles heavily in the darkness.
Elias gets up and walks into the bathroom. I hear him pawing around in the dark, hear him wiping himself off. He walks back towards my bed. I feel a small towel get dropped on my arm. He climbs into his bed. I pull the covers back over myself, wiping myself down underneath.
My last thought is that my brother’s best friend, my oldest friend, is a damn good teacher. We fall asleep to the soft sounds of each other’s breathing.