Page 38 of The Non-Hook Up

I sit here in this uncomfortable state until I become all too aware of Ana and Christian going at it again in the bedroom of her apartment with her flipped over and getting fucked from behind and a thought occurs to me… what is Riley’s favourite sex position? Does he take charge, or let the girl do all the work? He definitely seems like a guy that would take charge and that knowledge doesn’t make sitting here any easier.

I bite my lip to suppress the moan wanting to slip out at the building ache between my legs as I start to picture Riley and I fucking on the screen in front of me. Fuck, I need to get laid or something because this is ridiculous!

I gasp when I catch movement from the corner of my eye and am suddenly met with the sudden feeling of a hand between my legs.

My eyes widen and I almost want to scream against the ache there. I look down, seeing Riley’s hand rifling through the half-empty bag, his hand digging close to the juncture between my legs through the plastic. I force my eyes to meet his and hope my face isn’t as red as it feels when he explains with the most neutral expression, “I’m just trying to find one I want.”

I swallow, hoping my voice doesn’t shake. “Take all the time you need,” I say out loud, but what I want to say is, ‘let’s try this without the bag of candies.’

He continues to dig, and my eyes never leave his. We sit there, movie forgotten, and I think I almost see his eyes start to darken as he watches me, the ache between my legs becoming so unbearable, I may cry from the desperation building within me. Even though I know it would be a bad idea, I want to crawl across this couch and re-enact a scene from this movie. Any scene, I don’t care.

But before I can allow any of that to happen, he withdraws his hand, holding a single red jellybean before popping it into his mouth, his eyes still holding mine, and I know I need to get out of here quick.

I swallow, removing the bag of candies and popping them beside me before forcing myself to stand on shaky legs, hoping they don’t give out on me.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to watch the movie.”

I run my fingers through my hair, avoiding looking at Riley’s eyes, scared he will see the desperation and the desire burning there. “I’m just so tired, I think I might turn in.”

I practically run from the room, Riley calling my name and the sound of Ana’s moans following me.

I enter the darkened room, slamming the door behind me, before pulling my shirt over my head and running my hands over my skin, trying to relieve some of the heat burning within me, but I know what I need, what may help.

I run for my top dresser drawer, withdrawing my vibrator, and gaze upon it like it's the holy grail. It may be the thing that saves me from making an ass of myself.

Letting the desperation and desire take over, I strip to nothing, welcoming the cool air on my skin as I proceed to lay in bed and turn on the vibrator.

I touch the vibrator to my chest, shivering at the intense sensation, closing my eyes as I feel the anticipation build. Dropping my legs open, I'm ready for some kind of release as I move the vibrator down my torso, getting closer and closer until it’s where I need it to be. I gasp when it touches the sensitive spot between my legs, moving it, feeling the sensation build until suddenly, a knock sounds at my door.

I’m too lost that I don’t stop. I need this right now, but I hear the knock again, and I force my voice to work, trying to suppress my heavy breaths. “Yeah?”

Riley speaks on the other side, his voice making my eyes roll back. “Mia, are you alright? Did I piss you off by talking during the movie?”

Don’t stop talking to me, I think to myself, as I feel the euphoria getting so close. “No, it was fine. I’m just tired.”

He is quiet for a moment until he says, “I liked watching the movie with you.” If I wasn’t so close, his words would have made me smile, but I'm only focused on one thing at that moment. “What is that sound?”

Any normal person would stop, but there's no stopping now. I croak out, “What sound? I don’t hear anything.”

My eyes roll back again as the blessed feeling building low in my belly starts to get more and more intense that I bite my lip to try to suppress any noise, when Riley calls in, “Is that buzzing?”

I don’t even answer, I’m too lost in the spiral of euphoria, stars blurring my vision as I feel the climax I’ve been craving take over every part of me. I ride the wave, thanking God for such a blessed invention like the vibrator, as I pull the vibrator away and allow myself to come down.

It only takes a second for me to register more knocking as Riley calls to me, “Mia, if you don’t answer me, I’m gonna break down this door.”

His words are like a bucket of cold water as I sit up in bed, screaming, “No!” I take a breath. “Riley, everything is okay, I’m just tired. Please, let me sleep.”

I sit there naked in bed as I wait for Riley to either accept it or break the door down. A part of me is curious about what he would do or say if he did break the door down and see me naked on the bed, but I'm not going to entertain something that would never happen. Instead, I listen to the silence that lingers before Riley finally says, “Alright, just know I’m right next door if you need me.”

I hear his retreating footsteps before I can answer. I sigh, suddenly tired from my orgasm as I say to myself, “Noted.”

CHAPTER 23

MIA

The day after the movie night, things are quiet and tense, as if there's so much not being said. The quiet gets so overwhelming that I try retreating back to my room, but I can feel it even there.

I never liked the quiet, not like this. Even when I was living on my own, I had music playing to draw out the quiet, and when I lived at home, I had the loud voices of my parents or my brother talking about something. But this quiet was almost deafening.

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