18. Chapter 18
Addy
Holy fucking shit.
There was something seriously wrong with me. Absolutely had to be. My heart was beating a million miles a minute but not for the goddamn right reason.
Not because I was texting a criminal on a contraband phone who had way too many connections on the outside, but because I was fucking enjoying it.
No, enjoying it didn’t even come close to expressing how I felt. I was wired up, giddy and flushed. The first glimpse I’d ever gotten of my convict had sent a bolt of something I wasn’t ready to name straight to my core.
An orange jumpsuit pushed down and tied at the waist should not be having this effect on me. The fact that my goddamn panties were thoroughly soaked proved me to be a liar. I fully blamed Channing Tatum in Step Up for this particular proclivity.
I groaned, running a hand through my hair and closing my eyes for a moment.
What was I doing?
Sasha: I’d fuck your mouth first
Sasha: Make you drool and gag all over my cock until there’s no more sass left
My clit was throbbing and I was squeezing my thighs together. The urge to slip a hand between them was intensifying and becoming harder to ignore. Something was really fucking wrong with me, but I couldn’t stop my fingers from flying over the screen.
Oh, I see. So it’s all about you?
Sasha: Nah
Sasha: Tell me you’re not turned on, then
I could lie. Sasha would be none the wiser. How could he, locked up and hundreds of miles away? But I didn’t want to and I didn’t even have it in me to lie to myself.
I don’t make a habit of lying
Sasha: Every time I think I’ve got you all figured out, you go and surprise me
Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes
Sasha: Right back at ya
Well, was that it? You’d fuck my mouth, get me all hot and bothered and…?
Sasha: There you go, running your mouth again
Sasha: You need to learn some patience, Little Devil
Sasha: Lucky for you I’m just the person to teach you
Oh, I bet
Sasha: You know, there are men who’d spank the brat out of you
You could try
Sasha: But I’m not one of them. I’d get you high on fucking pleasure
Sasha: Get you addicted to my touch and keep your pretty little cunt plugged up until you’re fucking drunk on my cock
Sasha: How’s that sound?
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Delicious? Like the stuff dreams were made off?
Those probably weren’t the right answers, but they were the only ones I could come up with. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down my racing pulse but my pussy was throbbing like a fucking traitor.
It took me a couple of minutes to subdue the giddiness and ease the pounding ache in my core demanding reprieve.
Yeah. Sounds alright, I guess.
Too bad we won’t get to act out this little fantasy
Sasha: Too bad, indeed.
Sasha: Do I get a consolation prize?
Maybe
What you got in mind?
Sasha: Another picture to tide my sorry ass over since I won’t be getting the real thing?
I shouldn’t be doing this. I should definitely not be doing this but there was something burning inside me, some kind of craving to please him, and I couldn't ignore it.
Sure, I could’ve told myself all I wanted to do was brighten his existence the only way I knew how, but it would’ve been a bold-faced lie.
Sliding down the loose shorts I was wearing to bed, I spread my legs and angled the phone downward. The lacy panties were showing just enough and my stomach swooped once again with nerves as I hit ‘Send’ before I could overthink it.
Sasha: FUCK
Sasha: You’re killing me, baby.
Sasha: The way I’d tear this off you with my fucking teeth.
Don’t threaten me with a good time
Sasha: Yeah? You like it rough?
Maybe
My nipples were rock-hard, rubbing against the cotton of the shirt I’d tugged down again after taking the first picture. Before I fully realized what was happening, my fingers had found their way under the waistband of my underwear and were circling my clit with practiced movements.
I was fucking soaked, just as he’d suspected, but I was too turned on to be seriously annoyed.
Sasha: I know you do
Typing with one thumb, I continued to play with myself, my mind conjuring up a whirlwind of vivid images: calloused hands, ropes of muscle covered in a sheen of sweat, and filthy words whispered against my skin.
So fucking cocky for a man who hasn’t seen any pussy in ten years
I was baiting him, wanting him to lose control like I was, but he never wavered.
Sasha: Show me then
Show you what?
My teeth had trapped my lip between them, digging into the soft flesh, almost painfully. My pulse pounded in my ears as I waited for his response.
Sasha: Show me your pretty little pussy. Prove you aren’t wet for me, if I’m so fucking cocky.
God fucking damn it. He had me cornered. This motherfucker. Either way, he was winning, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be a sore loser.
Letting the phone drop screen down on the mattress, I shimmied my underwear down my legs and opened the camera app once more.
Fuuuck. This was so wrong.
You’re safe. He’s hundreds of miles away. Nothing will ever come of this, it’s just harmless fun.
Spreading my legs I fiddled around, changing angles and lighting until I was satisfied. Might as well go out with style, figuratively speaking.
I snapped the picture, hit ‘Send’ and then threw my phone across the bed like it was a hot potato. My heart was pounding as I laid there, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy, and stared at the ceiling.
The phone buzzed and I lasted exactly sixteen seconds before I lunged for it.
Sasha: Jesus fucking Christ
Sasha: I knew you’d be fucking perfect, but you’re seriously killing me here, Little Devil
Your measure is probably a bit off, being … deprived and all that
Sasha: Nah, I know perfection when I see it.
Sasha: This is the prettiest, wettest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen
You’re welcome, I guess?
Sasha: I’m one lucky bastard.
Sasha: Well, sometimes
Too bad this is as close as we’ll get to the real thing
Sasha: Yeah … too bad.