Page 19 of Can I Tell You Something?
and then… oh fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it… and then there’s his sister.
I sit up, wide awake now, staring at the door. What the fuck? Panic takes over, but I keep listening. Surely he’s not about to out me?
She’s in these plaid pajamas, her dark hair is bunched up in this messy bun, she’s rubbing her eyes like the cutest little sleepyhead who just woke up from a nap and I…oh fuck… and I get rock fucking hard.
When she sees her brother, she comes running over to hug him. I know from what he told me they’re super close, and then he turns to introduce us and she takes one look at me and she looks… she looks mad.
Not just mad. Like, furious. She just stares me down, hands on hips, back nice and straight like ‘who the fuck are you’ written all over her face.
And that’s when I realise, oh shit, this isn’t just my friend’s favourite family holiday, it’s hers too, and here I am ruining it by showing up unexpectedly. I’m not family, she doesn’t know me, I’m the fifth wheel.
Anyway, obviously his whole family ski, and being a born and bred beach bum, I do not. Today, they’re all out on the slopes and I’m just chilling here in the chalet. And I realised it’s the perfect place to record one of these audios because it’s all soft furnishings, gorgeous views.
So right now… fuck… oh shit, I’m really fucking hard. I’m sitting on this big chaise longue, …
My chaise longue? DidMac’n’Pleaseget himself off in my favourite chair? I’ve stopped breathing. I’m going to die.
…and it’s positioned right by these floor to ceiling windows so I’m looking out across the slopes and it’s so fucking beautiful. Like something from a movie or a fairytale. And everything covered in snow is so stunning. So pure. Kind of makes me want to do really bad things.
And I keep thinking, what if she comes back? What if she walks in here and finds me like this? My hand in my sweatpants, my hard dick in my hand.
Would she like it?
Would she hate me even more?
Would she get on her knees and take me in her mouth?
I pause the audio, pull off my headphones, and stare at my phone. My heart races out of control, so loud I can hear it in my ears.
He’s fucking with me, right?
Chapter 14
Hannah
Obviously,Ilistenedtothe rest of the audio. Then again when I woke up around five and couldn’t fall back asleep.
Not only did I listen to him get himself off, but I listened as he described, in exquisite detail, all the things he’d like to do to his holiday housemate.
The housemate who happens to be me.
He didn’t use my name, and for all his listeners know, the scenario was entirely fictional, butIknow. I knew when he described the chaise, the view, his arrival.
I knew when he described my braids, and how much he wanted to wrap them around his fists as he pulled me down onto his cock.
And honestly? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that information?
Not keen to lie in bed overthinking things, I got up early and slipped out to visit theboulangeriefor baguettes and croissants fresh from the oven. I needed space to think about what this all means.
Cameron,Mac’n’Please, knows who I am, knows I listen to his work, knows I’m attracted to him, and apparently he wants me, too. He’s laying his cards on the table, in the way he communicates best, but something feels off. I know so much about him, and all he knows about me is I’m his best friend’s sister, I’m a lawyer, and I know how to ski. None of that is enticing, which makes me wonder if he’s just using the idea of me for content. That definitely doesn’t do it for me.
Maybe his whole kink is hooking up with listeners. I’ve seen it happen with other creators, and it never ends well.
I may be shy, but I’m not a pushover. If he wants to taunt me, he won’t get an easy fight.
My parents were awake when I got back, so I grabbed a coffee and helped Dad set out the breakfast things. Now I’m having my own private moment of contemplation, stretched out on the chaise.
Ordinarily the thought of anyone getting themselves off here would have me throwing up then reaching for a heavy duty upholstery cleaner, but knowing Cameron was here yesterday afternoon, alone and horny and thinking of me, is making me feral.
