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Taking a sip of water, I suddenly feel exhausted. “I think I’m gonna go to sleep, but thank you. For the gift card, the whole care package, and the orgasms.”
His brows furrow slightly as he leans in closer. “And you’re good? You don’t need anything else?”
“No, I’m fine.” But now I’m worried he’s not okay. “What about you?”
“I’d be better if we were laying in your bed with my dick nuzzled inside of you, but I’ll be fine. Sleep good, alright?”
Even though I’m the one who started this goodbye, it still feels abrupt. The energy shifted and I don’t know why — did I say something wrong? Do something wrong? Or is he realizing that the limitations we have are too much?
“Okay,” I say instead of asking. “Goodnight.”
After rocking up to reach the tripod and disconnect the call, I lay down and try to sleep.
I just wish it worked.
7
Ronan
I’m not handling this well.
How the fuck did I get myself into a situation where I’m jealous of myself? Me, but also not me, so I’m not crazy for feeling this... right?
Who am I kidding? The crazy train left the station when I realized I wanted to fuck my step-sister, and now it’s too far gone to come back.
I don’t just want to fuck her anymore, I want to own her. I want her to scream my name, not some dumbass moniker I picked in hopes it would get her attention.
All of it, from the start of that dumb TikTok account, was for her attention and hers alone. Every comment I left was to boost that account for her, and now that I have this much of her attention I need more.
My leg is shaking as the FaceTime sounds chimes on, my impatience taking over until the call connects and her beautiful face is on the screen.
It takes everything not to picture the way she looks when she comes, but I manage to force it down and give her a smile she can’t see. It’s covered by a black bandana this time to match my blacked-out contacts, and I can tell she wants to see more of me.
If only I could.
“Hey, pretty girl. How’s your day going?”
She looks confused as she shrugs. “Not bad for a Sunday, I guess. How about yours?”
Horrible. I missed you all day after years of not allowing myself to, so basically... I’m thoroughly fucked. That’s how I’m doing.
“Same. Did that bag of candy survive the night for you? Mine didn’t.”
“No way. I thought I’d go right to sleep, but I ended up ordering food with that gift card, swallowing the Reese’s whole and passing out on my couch.”
Beautiful. Exactly what I imagined she’d do when I put the box together in the first place. “I know, I was watching through your window.”
The joke slips out, but I find myself curious as to how she will respond.
A nervous laugh escapes her as she flicks her eyes to the right. “If that’s true, I might have to punch you in the face.”
“Why’s that?”
She can’t see the smirk I’m donning, but watching her squirm under just my gaze is enough.
“Because I still don’t know your name, what color your eyes are, or what if feels like to fall asleep in your arms after you fuck me in all three holes. You weren’t wrong last night, I did feel exposed. It would be pretty rude of you to come all the way here and not deliver the most important part of aftercare.”
Shots fired and I deserve every single one. It’s only been twice, but how long can I do this to her before she demands more? She’ll have every right to.
