Page 60 of Twisted Minds

It’s only been a few days since I saw Hunter, and I know he’s at practice tonight then has to go back home for Jamie. I want to push myself a little and give him something that he’ll think is sexy.

Lying on my bed, I feel a little awkward. This isn’t something I’ve ever done before. I jack off plenty, but I’ve never played with myself like this. Spreading my legs on the bed, I dip my fingers down between my cheeks and rub them over my entrance. Then I suck in a breath, sinking two in at once and wincing slightly at the stretch. Hunter has a way to make my body melt on command.

I’m impatient, though. I just want it inside me.

Slowly, I work my fingers in and out, feeling myself relax and soften. I just think about him, that night, the feel of his warm body owning mine. Moans fall from my lips when it feels way better than I anticipated.

Once I’m stretched enough, I grab my toy and lube it up. Would Hunter even like this? Is he even the type of person who wants to receive dirty pictures? Some people are against it. Maybe he’ll think it’s weird. I know he wouldn’t release them at least. I trust him.

Bringing the toy to my hole, I work it slowly inside with a gasp. Okay, wow, I am not prepared. The bulb is a bit bigger but compared to what my boyfriend’s packing this is nothing. I press it inside, biting my cheek, and a soft moan slips from my lips as the toy fits all the way in. It’s weird but also amazing.

I get up with a sharp intake of breath as it rocks against that spot when I stand. My cock juts forward, leaking precum onto the floor. I need to calm myself.

I set my tripod up in front of the bed and attach my phone, setting the timer, then look to make sure where I need to be on the bed for Hunter to see. Lastly, I grab his jersey, slipping it on, and I have to say . . . shit, I feel hot.

With a slight smile, I get onto the bed on my hands and knees. I have about a minute to find a good position. The jersey slips up my back, exposing my ass, and I put my head and chest on the bed, arching my back to give Hunter a good view of everything.

Fuck, this is weird.

I hear my phone go off.

Getting up, I check the picture and . . . oh my. Okay, wow. This isn’t half bad. Finding some confidence, I set the phone up again, and this time I’m sitting back on my thighs. I gather his jersey, lifting it a little and looking back at the camera. I set up a few more . . . A couple from the front. A couple more from the back. One at the side.

I set up the camera again and decide to lie down, spreading my thighs. My cock aches. The toy has been teasing me this entire time. Painfully hard, I grab my cock, tugging a little, and my mouth drops open in a moan. I feel the pressure build low in my belly, and I clutch my side with one hand while I stroke myself, thinking about Hunter, with the other. What will he think when he sees this? Will he like it? Will he think it’s too much? I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that Hunter has turned me into a needy mess.

Thinking about our first time and his thick cock makes mine pulse, and my walls squeeze the toy. We haven’t had penetrative sex since that night at his house, but I need him again. Soon. I need him soon, but getting him alone is a problem. He’s probably finishing practice now, and I hate that he has to go back to his house. I want him here. Touching me, teasing me with his tongue, loving on my body the way no one else ever has and maybe no one else ever will.

I want his strong hands on me, his warm skin against mine.

Pleasure curls up my spine. My abs tighten and I come with a cry.

I wish it would take the edge off, but the pleasure cloud is short-lived. I get up and wipe down my stomach before slipping on a pair of briefs, leaving the plug in. The toy teases me. Grabbing my phone, I frown, realizing I’d hit video instead of picture and caught the entire act of me jerking off. Watchingit back, I can’t look away from myself. What have I become? Hunter’s name spills like a chant from my lips. I’m clutching his jersey, inhaling his scent while I fuck my fist and undulate my hips.

Wow.

Sending a couple of pictures to Hunter, I think for a second before sending him the short clip of me jerking off.

There. Now Hunter has something to watch tonight when he goes back home. I wonder if he’ll touch himself. Nerves start to hit me as I wait for a reply. I need to keep myself busy. Doubts sink into my skin. This is dumb, right?

What have I just done?

I’m stupid. So, so stupid. Why did I do that? Why did I listen to Noah!? It’s been an hour since I sent those pics to Hunter, and I’ve had no response. I shouldn’t have done that. How could I be so stupid? He probably thinks I’m an idiot!

What’s even weirder? I haven’t taken his jersey off or taken the plug out. It feels good; I can’t deny it. It makes me feel oddly powerful and kind of hot. I’m a mess of a person. It’s hard to focus on anything but those pictures and the dull ache inside me. I thought jerking off earlier would have taken the edge off, but I was wrong. My cock is straining inside my boxers.

Grabbing my phone for the hundredth time, I try not to let the lack of messages bother me. It’s nothing. Hunter’s just busy. He had practice and Jamie is a lot to deal with. He may not have had a chance to even see them. He might not even have his phone on him.

Or maybe I freaked him out. Maybe he’s embarrassed for me. I’m not Noah. I’m not effortlessly sexy. Why did I listen to him? Idon’t do shit like this. I’m not him. Of course Noah doesn’t think twice about this stuff, he’s fit and the perfect size. He’s hot, and I’m . . . I’m—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I flinch.

What the hell?

Opening my door slowly, I’m shocked by the force of being shoved back inside. The door slams with a kick, and I’m backed up into the wall so hard my head bounces off it. “Wha—” He cuts my question off with a kiss. My knees buckle. I whimper and Hunter draws my lip between his teeth.

“What the fuck are you doing in here you little tease?” That husky tone hugs my balls. Groaning, he bites the juncture of my neck. “Those pictures you sent . . .” He sucks a bruise into my skin. “That video . . .” Kissing my neck hard, he works his way up my jaw.

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