Page 25 of The Handoff

My phone chimed and I looked at the message before standing up and trying to attempt a better rub down then I had done this morning. I didn’t smell or anything, but I’d been in bed so long, in the same damn pjs from last night, I didn’t want Dane to see me like this. As for classes, I would log on and just not use the camera. No one needed to see that I was logging into classes from my bed.

What are you doing?

Trying to have a quick rub down before my class.

I pressed the send button on WhatsApp, and then I tried to erase the message, but I was too late. He’d read it as I tried to stop him reading it.

Shit. You’re trying to get me in trouble. You’re making me hard in class.

I couldn’t help but continue to play this game. I smiled and slumped back down on the bed. Trying to stand and tease him was too much for me to do, and I was feeling giddy about knowing what a simple text was doing to him.

How hard? You want me?

You have no idea how much control it took not to take you last night.

Don’t control yourself next time.

Don’t worry… I won’t.

His promise made me wet as soon as I read the message. No more was I worried about class. I laid down on the bed, removing all thoughts of hurrying up to log on to class. Dane’s hard cock was on my mind. He was in class, thinking about all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. Maybe being injured had given him a change of heart. He was so concerned, but then the idea of me being in bed, even if it wasn’t with him, made him horny.

I rested my head on the pillow and slowly lifted my legs onto the bed, then I slipped my fingers in between my legs. “Arrh,” I purred as I thought about his hands over my body. I carefully started to remove my panties with one hand until they reached my knees, and then I started to take off my shirt with the other as my hand roamed over my body. Touching myself didn’t feel exciting as it did right now, imaging Dane’s hazel eyes admiring every curve of it.

I could imagine him smirking and my hand twisting in his dark hair as he admired it. I touched the large globe in my hand, squeezing my nipple gently, imagining it was his hand that was doing the movement.

“Hmm,” I rasped as I became fascinated with the sensation of my hands in so many places, including my breasts. I’d never touched myself like this, even with my ex. The idea of his hands over me was always fast and furious, with only one thing in mind, fucking me.

He made it clear as soon as we turned sixteen, his mission was to have my virginity—and it was as if he became obsessed with it. I told him I was waiting for prom night, and after he heard the news and worried about prom night, he decided to move on to my best friend—who had happily taken him in. She’d wanted him for so long, I’d even caught her flirting with him a couple of times. I toyed with her, saying she could have all the money in the world, but not my man. Boy, was I wrong.

My fingers stroked over my nipples and my hips jerked. No more was I ashamed about touching myself or the fact that I was skipping class. I’d decided Dane would never treat me the way that my ex had done. No, he would want me for being me. Not caring I’d been holding on to my V-card as if it was a treasure.

If Dane were here, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He would be sucking on my nipples with his velvety soft lips and the sensual brush of his teeth. My hand slipped deeper into my pussy.

My finger was met with another in my opening. My eyes closed as it sank even deeper into my folds.

I began to groan even louder with pleasure. The intensity ignited something inside me, a kind of deep-seated desire I’d never known before, and it scared and excited me at the same time. He was doing more to me than anyone had ever done. He was claiming me.

My muscles clenched tighter as my body began to stretch and tremble with new pleasure. My body started to shake and jerk as I brought myself to climax. I’d never felt like this before—the visual was too much and I’d been filled with so much pleasure. I didn’t realize I was on the edge. My head was arched at the back of the pillow as I felt release, not once, but twice.

I licked my dry lips as I opened my eyes and my reality shone upon me. I was alone in my room, Dane wasn’t here. I wanted him so badly, I caught my breath and decided that I would lie down and enjoy this ride.

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