Page 28 of Ominous: Part 1
It takes me a long time to type out the message as my breath hitches while I finger myself, but he doesn’t interrupt my typing, and I know he sees it.
Me: I’m not asleep.
Him: You’re coming to watch me tomorrow.
Lust numbs my mind as I clench around my finger, then drag it out of my tight hole, up the slickness of my pussy, circling my clit again, biting my lip.
You can give in. He isn’t actually here. You don’t have to go.
Me: I’m coming to watch you tomorrow.
Please him.
Him: I like when you listen.
Does he know what I’m doing?He can’t. The only touch he’s given me is when I slammed my finger in his door. But there’s been so much in his eyes, and his nearness.
Slow down, slow down, slow down.I could stop texting him now. I could give this up.But this is safe. I’m safe here.
Me: I like when I listen too.
Words I shouldn’t say, I’m digging myself into a hole.
I gasp, arching my neck, so close, my core muscles tightening, and all I’m doing is texting with him, and he doesn’t even know.He doesn’t know.
Him: To me.
Me: To you.
It feels like a mistake, even as I give in. I just don’t care. I need one more text. Something filthy. I need… I need…
Him: I want you to listen to me all day tomorrow, do you understand?
This is stupid.This is a hormone-laden mistake. A decision born from the brink of an orgasm. I keep circling myself, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, wanting him here. His hands all over me. His body pressing mine into the mattress, uncaring I don’t like it, I don’t want it, and feeling skin on mine makes me feel sick and…
Me: I understand, Eli.
Him: Fuck.
Yeah.Fuck.
I’m so close. I suck in a breath, my chest swelling, my stomach tightening. I sit halfway up, using my core muscles, pushing my middle finger inside of me, using my thumb to get me there, closer,closer.
Give me something else. Something more.
Me: Yeah…
Him: I’m going to be all over you.
Me: Please.
Him: But I want you to beg me before I am.
And there it is.
I’m coming undone without his physical presence, his words enough to unravel me. In this moment, as my eyes are forced closed and I circle my fingers tight around my phone, I’d definitely beg him to touch me, even if I might hate when it actually happened. The orgasm crests, and I can feel myself tighten around my finger, my body lurching up off the mattress.
Spots pop in front of my eyes, thoughts of Eli in every brain cell, consuming me as I come, and when I finally drift back down, breathing hard, my wrist cramping, my phone still in my free hand, my other wet, I don’t feel any regret.
