Page 47 of Just a Number

I’m lying in bed, naked. I rarely sleep naked. I’m always more comfortable in bed nude, but, as I get cold, I tend to wear pyjamas. But tonight, I decided to slip between the sheets with nothing on, enjoying the fabric gliding over my body. My nipples are stiff peaks, and I can’t stop fidgeting.

I still have the house to myself. Zack texted hours ago to say he’s staying with a friend tonight.

I open the drawer beside my bed and dig out the clit suction toy that Cassidy gifted me a while back. I tried it when she first gave it to me. I’d never come as fast in my life as I did when I put the toy to my clit. It felt like someone was licking and blowing simultaneously. That was after a long dry spell, post-marriage break up.

I turn it on and check the batteries are still working. They are. A shiver rolls through my body in anticipation. I need an orgasm. Perhaps if I let myself do that, then I’ll be able to stop thinking about Alex and the night we shared together.

I place the toy in the right place and start it on a low setting. My whole body comes alive with sensation and my breath hitches as I slowly work up the settings.

One setting makes my eyes roll back in my head.Fuck, it’s so good. But all I can think about as it works me towards an orgasm is how much I wish it was Alex between my thighs. It’s the image of him, kneeling before me, licking and sucking me, that drives me over the edge. The orgasm rolls over me and I gasp in surprise as liquid squirts out of me. Alex unlocked something in me when he made me do it.

I lay panting, coming down from the orgasm. And that’s when I hear the roar of a bike coming down the street. It doesn’t usually wake me, but as I glance at the clock and see how late it is, I realise it’s likely to be Alex. I listen as the bike draws nearer. But it stops before it gets close. I frown, trying to work out what’s happened.

I get up, grabbing a blanket from the bed to wrap around me. I draw the curtains to the side, but it’s hard to see, so I open them further. And that’s when I see him, walking the bike into the driveway. He pushes the heavy bike over to the side so it’s tucked near the hedge and not easily seen from the road. Once he’s rested it on the kickstand, he reaches up and pulls the helmet off his head. He’s facing away from me and I can’t stop staring as he tilts his head first one way and then the other to stretch his neck.

He turns around, as if aware that someone is watching him. I freeze, unable to do anything other than stare at him as he looks up at me in the window. I have no idea how long the two of us watch each other. It’s dark out there and hard to see the expression on his face. I cling to the blanket, roughly wrapped around me, breathing fast. My body is still full of awareness from the orgasm I just had thinking about him.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to look away. My teeth gnaw at my lip.

He reaches for the pocket of his leather biker jacket, unzips it, and pulls something out. A screen lights up and I realise it’s his phone just as a buzzing comes from my bedside table. I walk over and see his name on the screen with an incoming call. I unplug it from where it’s charging and click the answer button, gripping it in one hand.

“Hello.” I’m breathless, my voice husky.

“Hey, it’s me. You okay?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m sorry if I woke you. I’ve been pushing it the last bit to cut down on the noise.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t wake me. I was…” I trail off.What do I say?

“Do you need anything?”

I close my eyes.I need him.Every part of me yearns for his touch, his warmth. A shiver rattles through me. I draw in a deep breath.

“Mel? You there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking about you. And then you were there. It’s kinda thrown me.” The darkness and the late hour make it easier to be honest, to lay myself open.

“What do you need, Mel? Do you want me to come in? To come up?”

“I don’t know. I think so. But I don’t want to regret it tomorrow.”

“No strings. You can use me for whatever you need. I’ve still got a key. Is it okay if I use it to come in?”

I move back to the window. He’s still there, standing exactly where he was, looking up at me expectantly.

“Yes, use the key, Alex. Please,” I tell him.

“I’ll be right there,” he whispers before hanging up.

His footsteps are soft as he comes up the stairs. The bedroom door opens wide and there he is, standing in the doorway. The bedside lamp illuminates him like a masterpiece. His nostrils flare as something catches his eye. I follow his gaze and jolt when I see the abandoned toy lying on the sheets. And if he gets close enough to the bed, he’ll discover the wet patch too.

“Having fun?” he asks, propping himself against the doorframe, arms crossed and one ankle crossed over the other one.

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