Chapter 11
Dina
“Ican’t wait to see you!” I squealed.
Lucy grinned, her eyes sparkling brightly.
There was a half sly, half secretive curve to her smile, and now that I thought about it, she’d been looking like that for months now—as if she held the mysteries of the world.
There were times I thought she was on the verge of bursting out with something, but she always restrained herself in the end.
“Me too. It’s been so long. I–I have so much to tell you.” Her mouth opened before it snapped shut again. She bit her lip and glanced away.
My brow furrowed as her eyes moved to look at her half-closed door. Memories flooded me as my stomach clenched, recalling that infamous video call that felt so long ago now. I could still see her dad glaring down at me as I defiantly informed him, by way of Lucy, that I was going on a date.
A lot had happened since then—a lot of pleasure, and a shit ton of heartbreak. I tried to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t have to think about him anymore, and how he crushed my heart without a single thought.
Luckily, there was a lot to keep my mind occupied.
College prep, graduation, school dances—okay, I skipped those—and just generally figuring out my life going into adulthood.
I was attending a college in the city with Lucy but still really had no clue what I wanted to do with my life.
My mom told me there was no rush, that I would always have a place at home while I figured things out.
Now that we had finally graduated and life was slowing down for a while, I was looking forward to Lucy coming back to Koby Plains.
This weekend, Michael was throwing a graduation party for her and her friends, including the parents.
That meant Michael would be there. My stomach rolled again, and I pushed my anxiety aside.
“Are you bringing any new friends to the party?” I asked, hoping for a distraction.
“Um…” Her eyes turned away from the screen again. “Well, there’s a teacher coming.”
My breath caught at her words, noting the look of unease on her face. “Oh?” I cleared my throat. “Did–did your dad meet someone?”
She shook her head, and the knot in my stomach loosened a bit. Not that I cared whether he was dating, of course.
“No, nothing like that. Unfortunately, Dad remains perpetually single.”
I chastised myself for caring so much. We would never be together anyway. He’d made that perfectly clear.
“His name is Roman Drake. He’s coming to the party.”
“Um…okay. Was he one of your teachers?”
She shook her head. “Only for a short time. He and Dad…I guess are friends.”
“Well, I mean, they’d have to be pretty good friends if he’s coming all the way to Koby Plains. The nearest motel is thirty minutes away.”
She scratched her nose, and I clocked her avoidant expression a mile away. She was definitely hiding something. “Luce–”
“How about you?” She suddenly asked. “Bringing anyone?”
“Yeah, Cass is coming, and of course Jordy will be following her like a puppy dog. Oh, and do you remember Jack? He’s coming, too.”
Lucy moved to lie on her stomach, propping her chin on her palm, feet kicking up behind her. “What’s happening there? Are you two–”
The door swung open, banging against the wall. My breath caught and my eyes widened as Michael stormed into view.
Lucy scrambled to sit up. “Jesus, Dad! What the hell?”
God, why did he have to look so good? He had that dark scruff on his jaw that I adored so much.
I could still recall what it felt like to have that stubble scrap along my thighs.
And, although it was clear he looked a little tired, he’d never looked hotter with his clenched fists and a crazed look in his eye.
He tore his gaze away from mine. “Lucy, do you mind swinging to the store to grab some milk and bread? We ran out, and I have some work to do.”
Lucy, who hated driving, immediately jumped up. “Sure. Of course. I–I have to get some new shoes for the party so I’ll be a little late.”
Her dad glared down at her, and there seemed to be some sort of silent communication happening between them before he sighed in defeat. “Fine.”
Lucy turned back to me, but my focus was still on Michael. His eyes expressed the depths of his feelings. I could feel the electric sizzle between us, despite our physical distance.
Luckily, Lucy didn’t seem to notice. “Sorry, Dee. I’m gonna head out before it gets too late. I’ll call you when I get back, okay?”
She sounded eager to get off the phone, so I forced a smile. “Sure thing. Talk later.”
The screen went dark, and I flung myself back on my bed.
The house was quiet. My mom had gone out to run some obscure errand and wouldn’t be back until late.
She had also been quite mysterious lately, and I kind of suspected she was hiding a secret boyfriend.
Either that or she was having some sordid affair.
I didn’t really care, as long as she was happy.
She’d sacrificed a lot to raise me alone.
She was still relatively young at forty-two and looked a lot younger than her years.
I was surprised that she hadn’t had at least a couple of boyfriends—although it was slim pickings in our town.
Thank goodness she was never attracted to Michael, and vice versa. Considering my crush on him began in adolescence, it would have been extremely painful for me. I couldn’t even bear to think about it.
Michael.
I was still very angry with him, but I couldn’t help my heart from skipping a beat when I saw him through my phone. My pussy also remembered what it felt like to be with him, considering it pulsed and grew wetter just from hearing his voice.
The sound of my phone ringing pierced the quiet, and I jumped in fright. Grabbing it, I saw Michael’s name flash up. I thought about ignoring it, but my fingers couldn’t help themselves.
“What do you want?”
There was silence from down the line. But I could sense his agonized presence, could almost see his long fingers tighten on his phone.
“Dina…” His deep, rough voice was etched in torture.
Good. It served him right. He should be riddled with guilt over what he put me through.
I crossed my legs, attempting to ignore my increasingly damp panties “Why are you calling me?”
His shaky breath rattled through the speakers. “I miss you.”
I scoffed. “Missed me so much that you left me in your bed, naked, and never called me again. Never answered my calls or texts.”
“Please…I'm sorry, Dina. I’m a fool. An absolute fool. If you knew why I did what I did…”
I sat up. “Then tell me,” I pleaded.
“I can’t. It’s not for me to share.”
I closed my eyes against the moisture that gathered there. “You left money on the nightstand for me, like I was some…some common slut you just picked up and fucked.”
I couldn’t keep the tears out of my voice, and I brushed the wetness away with the back of my hand. “Do you have any idea how that made me feel?”
He groaned and swore profusely. “Baby…fuck, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t even think that you would see it that way. I just wanted you to get home safe. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
I sniffed and glanced away, angry that I was showing vulnerability and letting him hear how much he’d hurt me. I wanted to be mad at him, but hearing his voice again after so long…
“Then why? Why did you leave like that?”
I could sense his regret through the line, and could picture his handsome face lined with stress. “Dina, what we had…it was beautiful. It was all I ever wanted. I-I wish I could tell you why I had to leave.”
I shook my head, confused and frustrated. “You’re not making sense.”
“Just know that not a day—not a minute goes by that I don’t think about you. About your perfect lips and your beautiful eyes.”
“Michael…stop.”
He paused, and I knew why. He’d only had me intimately for such a short period, but it was weird how in tune we were to each other’s emotions.
“Is your cunt wet?”
I gulped. “Michael–” I closed my legs.
“I bet it is. I bet if I reached into your underwear right now it’ll be soaked.”
I whimpered and clutched the phone tighter. “This is a bad idea,” I whispered. “I’m still so mad at you.”
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you. Please,” he pleaded.
I gave in to the ache between my legs and opened them.
“Fuck. Fuck.” It wasn’t enough. I slid my panties off, needing to feel free.
“Fuck,” he parroted. “Did you just take your panties off?”
I bit my lip and answered with a moan. My breath sucked in as I felt the cool air against my wet pussy. “I’m so wet.”
“Fuck. The prettiest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven. I wish I could taste it again,” he groaned.
I swiped my fingers through my cunt. “I can taste it for you,” I said, feeling bold.
His answering groan vibrated through my cunt. “Do it. Stick those fingers into your pussy. Get them nice and wet and then suck those juices off.”
I switched the phone to speaker before holding it towards my pussy. I started to rub my slippery clit. The sound of my wetness was loud and obscene.
“Baby…fuck, is that your pussy? Christ, I wish I could watch you. Keep going, baby. Stick those fingers in your cunt.”
His breathing got heavier and heavier, and I knew he was stroking himself too. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
I placed my phone between my legs and lifted my top before touching my fingers against my lips. My tongue snaked out and licked off my pussy juice.
“My pussy tastes good,” I loudly groaned so that he could hear me. “But, Michael…it tastes better when it’s mixed with your cum.”
“Fuck.” His groan was loud and long, and I heard the rustle of clothes. “Wish I was there, baby. Wish I could lick that perfect pussy until you squirted in my face again.”
“I’m squeezing my tits,” I called out. “Everytime I pinch my nipples, my cunt gets wetter.”
“Yes, baby. Touch that pretty pussy, rub those hard tits for me.”
“Oh, it feels so good.”
“That’s it. Rub it for me, baby.”
I rubbed my clit some more before sinking my fingers down until two fingers were against my pussy. I paused before I sunk them in further. “My fingers are in my pussy. Can you hear me?”
“Yes… I’m stroking my hard cock, thinking about that perfect little pussy and how it felt strangling me. You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes.” My breathing became ragged as I pumped my fingers in and out of my wet hole.
“You want my cum?”
“Yes! Oh, fuck, I want it so bad.”
“Then come for me, baby. Come for me like the good girl you are.”
The feeling in my pussy became more and more intense. I pinched my left nipple as my fingers rapidly slid in and out of me, almost violent in nature. I bowed my back and felt wetness seep out of me. Some of it splashed on my phone as I cried out and pulled hard on my nipple, stretching it out.
“Fuck…” I heard his answering groan and knew he was coming too.
My breathing was harsh as I fought to come back down to earth again.
“Fuck this shit,” he growled. “I can’t stay away. To hell with being a hypocrite.”
“Michael?” I breathed.
“This Saturday? You’re fucking mine. I’m gonna tear that pussy up with my fat cock and claim you once and for all.”
And with that, my phone went dead.