Page 42 of Hide and Seek
I can’t stop my smile when the leaves rustle again.
There are so many things I want to ask him, like why did he solve the shadow cube or move the hands on my clock, but I hold back. I want to know the answers, but they’re not yes or no questions. Instead I ask one that’s been on my mind since the first time I held a message up for him in my window.
Did you like playing in the woods with me?
The branch shakes again. My chest tightens, and my stomach swoops at how much more forceful this shake is than the ones before it.
I flip the page and write out another question that’s been on my mind since that night.
Do you want to do it again sometime?
As much as I want to experience that again, now isn’t the time. It’s too dark out, and I’d spend more time tiptoeing around and trying not to fall on my face than I would running or hiding from him. If we’re going to do it again, then I want the full experience, and it won’t be the same without the hunt.
The branch shakes almost as soon as I press the page against my window, and I grin at how enthusiastic it looks, even compared to the last “yes” answer.
An idea pops into my head, and I write out my question before I can talk myself out of it.
Do you want to watch me touch myself right now?
My dick is rock hard, and my skin feels tight and hot. I’m more turned on after a few window messages than I’ve been since that night in the woods, and the idea of him watching me get off while I’m thinking about him is way sexier than it has any business being.
The branch shakes again, much more forcefully than before, and his apparent enthusiasm makes me grin.
This is insane, and I’m going to need so much therapy when everything is said and done, but whatever. I have the chance to explore one of my fantasies, and I’m taking it.
It’s not like I’ll ever have a chance to do any of this again, and if I’m going to get offed on campus, then I want to have some fun before I die.
The lights are on in my room, and even though there’s no possible way anyone else can see what I’m doing, I feel completely exposed and vulnerable, like I’m live streaming thisto the world and not just in my room alone with my stalker watching. That isn’t helped by the fact that I can faintly see my reflection in the glass, but instead of being a turnoff, it just makes me want more as I step back from my dresser so I’m better framed in the window for him.
There’s a brief moment of panic when I pull off my jacket and then my sweater, but I push it aside as I toss the garments on my desk chair. I’ve never been impulsive, but that’s not because I don’t have impulsive thoughts and urges. It’s because I’m good at talking myself out of things, even when I really want to do them.
Right now, I’m not talking myself out of this.
Shaking off the last of my hesitation, I pull my shirt off and throw it aside. The sudden influx of cool air against my heated skin sends a shiver dancing up my spine that only adds to my feelings of being exposed and vulnerable. My nipples pebble, and I gently brush my fingers over one of them.
The gasp that escapes me at the little jolt of pleasure is soft in the quiet room, but my moan when I do it again is loud and unrestrained. Wanting more, I run my hand down the front of my torso and rub my palm over my cock.
I’m already rock hard and leaking, and the rough scrape of denim over the soft material of my boxer briefs feels incredible against my sensitive cock.
Jesus. I’m already halfway to finishing, and I haven’t even pulled my dick out. Hopefully he thinks my eagerness is a turn-on and he doesn’t judge me too hard because there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to hold out once I start.
Keeping my eyes on the spot where I saw the moving branch, I undo my jeans and pull the V of my open fly as wide open as I can. I don’t try to tease him or put on a show as I slide them down over my hips until they’re sitting under my ass. This isn’t about playing a part and seducing him; it’s about getting offwhile he watches, and I’ll just end up looking stupid if I try to be something I’m not.
My cock is so hard it aches, and thanks to how it’s pressing up against my stomach, the head is peeking out from the top of my underwear. My mouth waters as I remember how his taste exploded on my tongue. I swipe my finger over the tip to collect the bead of precum on it, then press my finger against my tongue so I can taste myself.
The branch in front of me shakes gently.
Is that him telling me he likes what I’m doing?
Curiously, I do it again, but this time I suck on my finger. Even though he can’t hear me, I don’t bother covering up my moan when more of my taste fills my senses.
The branch shakes again.
Pride and something I can’t quite name fill me as more adrenaline pours out into my system. This is so much hotter than I thought it would be, and I haven’t really even started yet.
I keep sucking on my finger and use my other hand to give my length a long, slow stroke. Little tingles of pleasure move through me, and I wrap my tongue around my finger as memories of being forced to suck his dick filter through my mind.
I already know it’s fucked up that the idea of being forced to do anything turns me on as much as it does. But it wasn’t so much the being forced part that got me so hot. It was having permission to not fight. I could give in to the moment and enjoy it because he was in charge, and fighting back wasn’t an option. I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to rationalize what I was doing or why. I could just give into the moment and let myself enjoy one of my fucked-up fantasies guilt free because he had all the power.
