Page 19 of The Puck Secret

The picture this time is of him clearly lying in bed, but instead of a towel covering his dick, it’s his hand, his fingers seductively curled around his thick length. His hand is fisted at the base and I imagine it’s my hand instead of his, as I slide the toy inside me and gasp. My mind can’t help but think about this sex god at home in bed, fucking his hand to my pictures, and soft moans start to pour from my mouth as I fuck the toy in and out of me.

Maddie: Stroke it nice and hard for me

I have never sexted in my life, and I’m not sure where the courage to do it now is coming from, but he just makes me feel so alive, and I don’t even know his name.

When my phone lights up again I find a video instead of a picture and when I press play I groan out loud. It’s a short clip of him jerking his hand up and down his cock, only stopping to curl it around his tip at the end of every stroke. God his cock is beautiful, it’s long and smooth, and I move the toy harder inside of me to match the timing of his hand.

I know he won’t expect anything back but I am desperate to have him going as crazy as I am. So I focus the camera between my open thighs and let it record the toy dipping in and out of me as I gasp and moan at the sensation of it. I even turn the settings up a notch so its vibrations reach both in and out of my pussy, not missing my clit as I writhe in pleasure. My fingers are shaking as I hit send and he watches it instantly.

The Lonely Charm: I’m gonna cum to the sound of your moans and the sight of your tight little cunt baby

His words are filthy and erotic, and my hand fucks the toy even faster. I feel my entire body tingling as I get closer to release. I watch the video he sent on repeat, soaking my hand, and Harold, until they are both so slippery I can barely control them. Yet I keep fucking myself harder, imagining it’s him, imagining he is here on top of me, fucking me into the mattress.

The Lonely Charm: I bet you’d scream so pretty for me while I fucked your pretty pussy nice and deep.

The Lonely Charm: You’d beg me to stop but you wouldn’t mean it

The Lonely Charm: You want my cock slamming deep inside of you while you scream my name

The Lonely Charm: And you will scream it Grim

The Lonely Charm: You’ll scream it so loud that everyone in this town will know you’re mine.

I’m gone. I fall over the edge with a scream, and I press down the voice record button on my phone and capture every sinful second until I am completely spent and breathless. When I release it and I see it start to play instantly, the thrill of it all continues to wrack my entire body as I picture him listening to it.

Not even a minute passes before another video comes through and when his own masculine groan floats through my speakers, I want to come again as I see him fall apart. He fucks his hand in quick, rough strokes until jets of cum spurt from the end and coat his hand and stomach in a display of pure sex. If I was there I’d lick him clean and ask him if he wanted to go again, and I feel no remorse as I save both videos into my private folder for another time with Harold.

Maddie: That was an interesting distraction Charmer

The Lonely Charm: I just came harder than I ever have before, and all you have to say is that it was an interesting distraction?

Maddie: Don’t tell me I put a dent in that huge ego of yours

The Lonely Charm: You wish baby

Maddie: You better go get another shower since I’m not there to clean you up

The Lonely Charm: Fucking hell! Every damn door Grim! Say the word and I will hunt you down and put Harold out of business

The rest of my day isn’t so bad afterall.

The rest of the week passes by and I now get to start my day with a hot shirtless picture of my stranger running, and end it falling apart around Harold, as my Charmer sends me filthy messages that would make a whore blush. It’s been days since we crossed the line from flirty exchanges to virtual fucking, and it has never felt so good to give into temptation before. The rest of my life is ordered and planned to perfection, from the classes I was pushed into taking, and the fiancé lined up for me like stock. So being able to have this one piece of freedom feels worth the risk.

My father has been calling me non-stop to try and arrange a dinner with the Thorne family, to which I keep putting off, and Josh has been at the house almost daily to check on me. They are completely suffocating to the point that the stolen texts I can exchange with my mystery stalker have now become a lifeline I don’t ever want to let go of. Thankfully I have managed to evade my father’s wishes all week, and have placated Josh by promising him I wouldn’t miss his game tonight.

After roping Hallie in, which wasn’t hard considering her new budding friendship with Archer Gray, that she swears is nothing but platonic, I’m sure it will be a good night. We even manage to snag some seats right at the front near the penalty box, so we are gonna have the best view of the game. We gossip and catch up while we wait for the game to begin, but as soon as those lights start flashing and the players hit the ice, my focus remains on the rink.

I spot Josh the second he hits the ice, the number twenty-two clear across his back, and as always I am ready to cheer for him. I usually spend every game sitting on the edge of my seat, preparing for every hit he takes from the opposing team and pretending they don’t physically hurt me. It’s not easy to watch your flesh and blood be slammed into boards for the sake of a game, no matter how many years I have been watching it.

Scanning my eyes around the ice though they land on another number, a number I tell myself I haven’t been wondering about. His number nineteen jersey is probably the most recognisable one in the arena tonight. It’s no secret Nova Darkmore is set to be first draft pick next year. His talent alone is undeniable, and I know Josh was pissed that he was given captain instead of him, not that he would ever admit that out loud. I haven’t spoken to Nova since the night he walked me home, something I am still reeling from given the strain of our existence with one another.

I found the hatred easy to endure, I even felt deserving of it. I know that what my father did didn’t just hurt Diana, it hurt Nova too. They lost a lot from the impact of the affair, while my family survived unscathed. I was happy to take his verbal assaults and be ready to whip back with my own, but after that night a couple of weeks ago I found myself conflicted. He didn’t have to step in between Brad and I, and he certainly didn’t have to make sure I got home safe. So why did he?

That question has plagued me daily and now as I watch him move around the ice like it’s his home, I can’t help but wonder what changed and why? He’s always been quiet and broody, flashy with the girls on campus sure, but he keeps himself wrapped in a tight circle that I doubt anyone could penetrate.I wonder if anyone has ever even tried?

“Why are you watching Nova Darkmore like you want to crawl inside of him?” Hallie interrupts my thoughts. “Or maybe have him crawl inside of you?” she adds with a wink, as I turn towards her.

“I’m not,” I quickly lie, but I can tell she doesn’t believe me. Thankfully she doesn’t push me on it. Her own eyes are occupied by the players on the ice as she gets lost in their warm up routines.

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