Page 140 of Treacherous
Another reason I don’t want to go out is because today is Sunday and I have classes tomorrow that I can’t miss from a hangover that could have been prevented. Fortunately for me, I’m also seeing this as my opportunity to indulge in some self-care. But the boys don’t need to know that.
The past week has been hectic as we travelled to Colorado to play our sixth and seventh game of the season. The first game was a tough loss, withmanyquestionable referee and linesman calls. In our second game against them on Saturday, we won three to nil.
Toby, our goalie, has been on fire recently. I can’t believe he doesn’t want to go pro because I’m confident every NHL team would love to have someone like him on their side.
Eventually, the boys pile out of the house, hopping into either Jayden or Jazmine’s car. She also tried to convince me to come out tonight, but I said no. I feel like a shit friend, but when I told Jaz I needed some alone time, she was understanding.
I wave to the boys–many of them already tipsy–as the cars leave the driveway. Once they are out of my vision, I don’t waste any time. I sprint up the stairs and into my bedroom. Shutting my door, I walk to the edge of my bed and slide the cupboard box filled with vibrators out from under my bed.
It’s been too long since I had an orgasm—by another person or myself.
I did promise I would take a vow of abstinence this year, wanting no distraction. However, I’m a 20-year-old woman who has needs and has unfortunately been lusting over her self-proclaimed enemy.
I force the man who shall not be named out of my head. Those fantasies are getting out of hand.
I swirl my tongue across the front of my teeth, trying to decide what device to use. My eyes lock on my pink vibrator. It is one of my favourites with seven different settings, a slightly curved shape, and a flat head that is perfect for g-spot stimulation.
I smile, grabbing the hem of my wool sweater and pull it off. My jeans follow, both landing somewhere on my bedroom floor.
I leave my green lingerie set on, positioning myself in the middle of the bed. I untangle my hair from the messy braid I did this morning before laying down.
The vibrator is next to me, not needing it straight away. Slowly, I skim my fingers down my chest, circling my nipples over the lacy bra.
A hoarse breath falls from my mouth as I run my other hand further down my body. I grit my teeth, not wanting to rush to reach my pleasure. I’ve discovered anticipation is one of the best tools for the female orgasm to be mind-blowing.
I dip my fingers under my panties, muffling a groan as I feel my slick arousal. I drag it up my slit, circling my clit.
My chest rises, breath racing as impatience grabs hold of me. I lift my hips and pull my panties off. With spread legs, I pick up my vibrator, coating it in my arousal. I slide it up and down my slit, allowing my orgasm to build. Tingles begin at the bottom of my spine, hips arching in response.
I haven’t even turned the vibrator on, yet I’m falling closer to the edge. Enough is enough. I click the vibrator on, hips thrusting off the mattress even on the first speed.
“Oh fuck,” the words tumble from my mouth.
I continue to circle my clit with the head of the device, before moving it to my entrance. I touch my clit, inserting the vibrator into my cunt, inch by inch. Adjusting to the intrusion, I inhale deeply, trying to forget the pain. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve had the intoxicating pleasure of sex has hummed throughout my body.
I push the vibrator inside me until the vibrations collide with my g-spot. Another moan leaves my lips while I arch off the bed. My eyes flutter shut, falling victim to the flames travelling to my core.
I pinch my clit, close to reaching the edge. A muscular figure with curly brown hair flashes in my mind. Fuck me. Am I really going to get off to the image of Jayden Allen?
The fatal fantasies of his fingers and mouth strike me, travelling straight to my core. I thrust the vibrator harder, my cunt clenching in response. Fuck, I need this.
The sex dream from days ago invades my mind, yet I choose to focus on one thing:“Say my name, Willow.”
“Jayden,”I whimper.
These treacherous visions are bound to get me in trouble, but I don’t fucking care. Floorboards creak outside my door, the shuffling of feet closing in on me. Any other time, I would stop, but the flames are calling my name. White-hot pleasure races through my blood, a muffled cry escaping my throat.
“Willow.”
The low growl travels to my clit, another moan rips from me as my second orgasm washes over my body. Laboured breaths escape my throat, while the tension stuck in my muscles melts away.
My vision is blurry as I come down from the high. Two orgasms following each other never happens.
Goosebumps flare on my arms, heat racing through me again. I tilt my head up to see my bedroom door is open and Jayden Allen is staring at me. His lustful gaze travels from my head down to my cunt, which is still on display for him to see.
I turn off my vibrator and question my sanity. Despite knowing I will regret my next comment tomorrow, I continue because my weeping pussy is longing for Jayden’s fingers or tongue.
“Are you just going to stand there? Or are you coming in?”
