Page 49 of Begin Again Again

I think you should do what feels good, Horoscopes.

And what will I get in return?

The reply bubbles started and then stopped. Beth’s mouth dried over. Had she fucked up? Offended him? Or was Byron wanking and unable to write her back? Kind of rude, if so. She hadn’t even sent him the ass shot. Her phone buzzed.

Sorry, I don’t send pictures. Happy to have you show me though. Up to you.

“Oh.”

Beth stared at the message. Did he have a weird dick or something? She doubted it. She’d felt him last night—albeit through his pants—and he seemed well equipped. Maybe it just wasn’t his scene. He seemed far more comfortable letting other people expose themselves. But she trusted him to have good intentions. In other guys, a refusal to share pictures might have been a gross power play, but she bet Byron never asked girls for nudes. And that not asking that made girls want to send them more.Shewanted to send him more. Her phone buzzed.

No pressure. Happy to stare at the ones I’ve already got, Horoscopes.

Beth smiled at her phone. There was something old school about Byron. A kind of manly confidence she’d seen in men on TV, but never in real life. He didn’t push, he put boundaries around his behaviour while making it clear he didn’t judge. He said what he meant and seemed to keep his promises. He was…

“Honourable.”

It was an old, cowboy-sounding word, but it suited him. He was the kind of man you trusted with your little sister, your secrets, your email login. A twenty-five-year-old Adonis with all the makings of a wonderful human being. Tear up the bingo card and throw it away, she might have found the perfect man.

For now, she reminded herself.And just for fun.

Beth opened her photos and selected the ass shot. She sent it to Byron and wished it godspeed. A second later, her phone buzzed.

You’re gonna make me fuck up my phone, sending pictures like that, Bethany.

You want me to stop?she wrote back.

I want you to come over here and sit on my face.

“Oh my god.”

It was definitely time for escalation. Beth got up and collected her special pillow—the one she’d bought so she wouldn’t have to feel guilty about violating Lara’s bedding. She put it on the floor and mounted it, right beside the mirror. The first grind made her back and neck burn. This was not going to take long. She rolled her hips, pressing hard. Purity Ring sang loud in her ears, setting the soundtrack.

What are you doing right now?

Sitting on a pillow, pretending it’s you,she typed.She paused, pushed through the embarrassment and hit send.

You gonna show me what that looks like?

Maybe. What are you doing?

Something that’s gonna stop me replying pretty soon.

Beth moaned, rolling her head back. She could almost see Byron gripping his cock and working it hard, his face screwed up in pleasure-pain.

What about you, Horoscopes? You gonna come thinking about soaking my face?

Beth whimpered, rocking back and forward. She picked up her phone, rolling her hips as she wrote.

I’m so close, it’s insane.

Good. Touch those perfect tits for me. Make it good, like I’m watching.

Beth put her phone on the ground and cupped her breasts, her fingertips sliding in to pinch her nipples. She screwed her eyes shut, imagined Byron at her neck, his stubble punishing her skin, his mouth sucking hard. She should write something back, but she couldn’t stop. Her phone buzzed on the floor and she read his new message through bleary eyes, grinding, grinding, grinding…

Next time you’re in my bed I’m going to lick your pussy for hours. I’ll stop every time you get close. You’ll be begging to get fucked by the end.

Beth whimpered. Her cunt was aching, she felt hollow to her bones. She wanted a cock inside her so badly the need eclipsed everything else. She’d prefer Byron but it could have been anyone, everyone—it had been too long. She needed to be fucked and used. To feel someone come inside her and know some physical circle had been completed. She bared her teeth, rocking against her pillow with single-minded determination. Another message came. She looked down, refusing to slow her pace. Byron seemed out of it too, his text was full of errors and gaps.

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