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I leaned back in the chair—it still had that new leather smell and was too stiff to be comfortable. My spine popped as I dug the heels of my palms into my eyes, groaning. It was midnight, and I’d been sitting at this desk for the last two hours while going over grant proposals.
Grabbing my phone, I opened Pulse. At this point, it was becoming an addiction.
I swiped through profiles, my cock already hardening in my sweatpants with anticipation. Finally, I got to hers and paused. There she was—honey-brown eyes staring up at me, hooded in that drunken, flirty way.
I clicked her profile, bringing up the rest of her photos. She hadn’t added any new ones, and I wasn’t sure if that was because she wasn’t using the app anymore, or if it was because she didn’t need to.
My gaze slid to the door. It wasn’t locked, but it didn’t need to be. It was the middle of the night, and I was the only one awake.
Gripping my phone in my hand, I tugged the waistband of my sweatpants down, letting my hard cock free. All I could think about was her on her knees in this office, angry eyes peering up at me as she bobbed her head up and down, lips stretched around my cock, red lipstick staining my skin.
Would she like it slow or fast? Gentle or rough? Could I bend her over the desk and fuck her the way I wanted? Or was she strictly a missionary kind of girl?
Something told me she was the type to do it anywhere, anytime. Which made her fucking perfect .
Precum leaked from my tip as I moved my fist faster, my heart hammering in my throat as I swiped through her photos. Maybe fucking her once would be enough to satisfy this need burning inside me. It was nothing but lust—nothing but infatuation.
My hand tightened, the phone case creaking. I moved my fist faster, my jaw clenched tightly as fantasies unfolded in my head.
Fantasies about her calling me to school, and when I got there, I’d find her bent over her desk waiting for me. Or maybe she’d call me to her house, pretending that she needed help with something, only to wind up on her back with my face between her thighs.
“ Fuck ,” I groaned, the word slipping past tight lips. I wanted to know what it felt like to slide inside her, how it felt when she came around my cock. I wanted to know the sounds she made when she came, the way her nails felt scratching down my back.
My fist moved faster. Harder .
I tipped my head back, my body tensing. My lower stomach tightened, my thighs trembling. The phone slid against my fingers, but I was too far gone to care. To notice.
A whimper fell from my lips, followed by a low groan. I was so fucking close .
I squeezed my eyes shut, flashes of Brynne in different positions, her pussy stretched around my cock, the only thing I could focus on. She’d look so fucking good full of me. Stretched beyond her limits.
She’d come harder than she ever had in her life, screaming my name.
“ Fuck. Fuck. Brynne ? —”
My toes curled as I came, my chest heaving with every stroke. I pulled as much pleasure as I could from my orgasm before I collapsed in my chair, my breathing ragged. For a moment, I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes hooded and mind finally quiet.
Grabbing tissues from my desk, I quickly cleaned up. I had to stop jacking off to Brynne. It was wrong. It was inappropriate.
But fuck, it was hot.
I grabbed my phone again to close out of the app, but when I saw what was on the screen, my heart dropped. It was a message. A single message to Brynne.
It was only a stupid fucking emoji, but it was enough to make me want to crawl into a hole and die. I groaned, dropping my head back.
Fuck.
TRIN:
Everyone!!!
I’m calling court!!
RONAN:
It’s literally ten p.m.
What do you want?
TRIN:
Oh, sorry. Were you trying to sleep?
WILLOW:
He’s trying to sleep more, and that means he’s had to give up caffeine.
He’s a little grumpy.
RONAN:
I am not grumpy.
TRIN:
Okay, anyway
This isn’t the time for your antics, Ronan.
brYNNE:
What is going on?
ME:
Trin is calling court, apparently.
brYNNE:
Didn’t ask you.
TRIN:
OOOOOOOOOO
RONAN:
Damn.
WILLOW:
Are you still mad?
brYNNE:
I’m not mad.
ME:
No? It seems like you’re a little mad, Red.
brYNNE:
What’s going on, Trin?
TRIN:
I found the new book club book.
It’s amazing!
Y’all ready for this?
*Attachment: 1 Image*
ME:
Omg I’m so happy I’m not in your book club
TRIN:
You can be!
For the low, low price of…
FREE!!
brYNNE:
I’m not reading tentacle porn again, Trin.
RONAN:
Yeah, I’m out.
WILLOW:
Idk I’m intrigued…
TRIN:
I knew you were my favorite for a reason!
RONAN:
You’re intrigued????
ME:
Uh oh, bro
Looks like your girl is into some freaky stuff
RONAN:
I swear to god I will kick your ass.
brYNNE:
This book has 50k reviews?
And 4.8 stars?
TRIN:
It’s SO good!!!
ME:
What even is tentacle porn?
brYNNE:
Exactly what it sounds like.
Use that big brain of yours.
ME:
That’s not all that’s big
brYNNE:
You are such a pig.
RONAN:
I can’t do tentacles again.
I won’t!
WILLOW:
I’ll read it with you!
ME:
Yeah, same.
Color me curious.
brYNNE:
Literally who the fuck says that?
ME:
I do.
Obviously.
brYNNE:
Fine. Whatever. I’ll read it too
RONAN:
FINE!
Willow is bullying me and says I have to.
WILLOW:
You are so dramatic
I wasn’t bullying you.
RONAN:
You said you wouldn’t bring home any more recipe testers if I didn’t agree
It’s blackmail at least.
ME:
Wait. Do I have to buy a paperback with that cover? It literally has a
giant tentacle that looks like a dick on it.
TRIN:
That’s part of the fun
brYNNE:
Embarrassed??
Is your man ego too fragile to be seen with a romance book?
ME
***
What are you even talking about?
WILLOW:
I have an eReader. I’ll send you a link to mine
ME:
Thank you, WILLOW for being helpful.
Unlike literally everyone else in this chat
*brYNNE REMOVED YOU FROM THE CALDWELL FAMILY CHAT*
*TRIN ADDED YOU TO THE CALDWELL FAMILY CHAT*
ME:
Damn, Red. I really pissed you off with the car huh?
brYNNE:
It’s so stupid
ME:
You wanna go for a ride?
I’ll change your mind.
It goes fast as hell
brYNNE:
Sheriff, did you see that? A written confession saying he’s speeding
ME:
I didn’t say I was speeding. I said it was fast.
brYNNE:
Same thing
Sheriff??
Arrest him.
ME:
You just want to see me in handcuffs
brYNNE:
And duct tape over your mouth.
TRIN:
Kids, kids. Be nice
I think the sheriff is asleep.
He’s a growing boy after all. He needs his full eight hours
ME:
Yeah, same.
Goodnight girls
brYNNE:
Goodnight TRINITY!
TRIN:
Night night!!!
Dream about tentacle cocks!
ME:
I never want to hear my sister say the word cock again
TRIN:
You didn’t hear me say it
You read it
ME:
That’s somehow worse.
Goodnight