Page 45 of Wake Me Up
Me: Do you wish I were?
I stare down at the message I just sent, and my eyes are wide because I can’t believe myself right now.What the hell am I even doing?
Tripp: Do you want the truth?
I swallow, chewing my lip and holding my breath.
Me: Yes.
A moment later, a picture comes through, and I gasp. It’s not a dick picture—well, not exactly. But instead, it’s a picture of him from the neck down, in front of a mirror, shirtless but wearing sweatpants. And through the sweatpants … is his incredibly long, hard dick, standing proud and tall.
My mouth waters, and before I can stop myself, my hand is sliding beneath the waistband of my pants, under my panties, and to the flesh between my legs.
I type a message out, but then hover my finger over the Send button.It’s riskier than anything I’ve ever written. Jamie and I never sent dirty messages to each other. Our sex life was great, but this just wasn’t something we did. Yet … I’m so turned on from this. Swallowing my fear, I press Send.
Me: You’re so big.
Tripp: I’m hard, just for you. I keep thinking about you riding my leg the other day while you rubbed on my cock, and my dick is throbbing.
Me: You should do something about it …
Tripp: Is your pussy throbbing too, beautiful?
Me: Yes.
Tripp: Do you have your hand between your thighs?
I look down, seeing my hand resting between my legs, but I haven’t started really touching myself yet. My nipples poke out through my top, and my breathing is quicker.
I decide to shock him, and instead of answering with words, I snap a picture of my knees up, legs spread, and my fingers barely nudging inside my heat.
Tripp: Fuck …
Tripp: Are you imagining your fingers are mine, baby?
Me: No. I’m imagining it’s your hard, huge cock.
Tripp: Fuuuck … that’s hot. I’m jerking my dick right now, imagining it’s your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I’m so fucking hard for you, baby.
Me: Show me.
It’s not a picture he sends a moment or two later, but a whole-ass video of him working his hand up and down his cock. He’s not standing up anymore, but it looks like he’s in bed. My mouth waters, and I wish I could have it wrapped around him right now. My fingers work in and out of my heat, and soon, they are soaked—proving how turned on I am. The video comes to a stop, and my chest is heaving.
Me: I’m so close.
Tripp: Me too. Come with me. Close your eyes and imagine my cock is thrusting in and out of that greedy little pussy of yours. Take it, Freya. Take my fucking dick like the good girl you are.
Within seconds of reading his filthy message, I’m exploding on my ownfingers. My hips thrust off the bed against my palm, and I drop my phone onto the bed so I can muffle my own moans with my hand.
My head is spinning, and I keep my eyes squeezed shut while my body continues to tremble. Finally, I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. But unlike the last time Tripp Talmage made me come, this time … I don’t feel ashamed or upset. Instead, I grab my phone and read his message with a smile on my face.
Tripp: I hope that was okay, darlin’. If not, I’m sorry.
Me: It was good.
Me: Thank you.
Tripp: Any chance you’d want to talk on the phone for a bit?
