Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
That makes it easy to hit send.
Lucas
Good girl.
Now show me that pretty cunt.
I didn’t think my body could burn any hotter, but I was wrong. My insides feel like embers being stoked into a flame. No one has ever sent me a text like that before in my life, and I’m suddenly obsessed with being the object of Lucas’ desire.
I shimmy out of my denim shorts, careful not to snag the bandages on my knees, and sprawl out on my bed in nothing but my panties. After struggling with the angle for a few minutes, I text him back.
Ummm… I’m not really sure how. I’ve never done this before.
Lucas
Set a timer and find something to prop the phone against. Then spread your legs for me.
I swallow hard and scramble off the bed to do what he asked. I look around my room for an ideal spot to set my phone up and discover that propping it against Marcellus’ terrarium is the best option.
“Sorry, buddy,” I say to the gecko, whose tongue darts out to lick his eyeball in response.
I do as Lucas instructed and set a timer, rushing back over to the bed and laying down, knees spread. For the final touch, I pull my panties aside and wait until I hear the fake-snap of the smartphone camera.
When I examine the photo, I’m shocked to see how clearly wet I am. I send it immediately, knowing that if I wait longer than a few heartbeats, I’ll chicken out and not send it at all. He replies immediately.
Lucas
Fuck. Good girl.
You look delicious.
I don’t know where to take it from here. I want more, but I don’t know what “more” really means. So, I do the only thing I can think of.
I showed you mine, now show me yours.
I lean against the wall, trying to hear him. He moves around the room, his footsteps heavier than before, and I hear the spring of the mattress. I close my eyes and imagine him, naked with his cock in his fist, and feel a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
My phone vibrates.
I tap the notification, revealing a shirtless photo of Lucas. He is absolutely ripped, his abs like a washboard. He has a tattoo of a pirate ship sailing into the mouth of a skull on his chest, and what looks like a compass star, rounding the curve of his bicep. I can’t get enough of these mysterious glyphs, the unchartered places, pieces of Lucas I’m still discovering. I want more, more, more…
That’s not exactly what I meant.
Lucas
You don’t like it?
Oh, I like it. But I want more.
Lucas
More?
More of you.
I blush to send that last message, nervous that I might come across as desperate or needy. But the truth is, I am desperate. I feel like I need him, like my body might combust if I don’t feel his touch.
“All in good time, baby girl,” I hear him say from the other side of the wall. “All in good time.”
I send him a frowny face emoji, and I hear him chuckle.
Lucas
Greedy little thing. You want more, do you?
Yes.
Lucas
Yes, what?
Yes, please?
Lucas
Good girl. Just pick up.
Pick up? I blink, confused at first, but then I realize what he means when I get the notification that Lucas Young wants to video chat. I answer the call immediately, and I can see how red my cheeks are in my own image. But I can’t spare worries about my own face when his is right there, sporting a smile like he’s lit from the inside with the devil’s own fire.
“Hey, baby girl,” he says. “Are you touching yourself for me?”
five
LUCAS
I was in trouble the moment Tatum’s first text came through. But I was done for the second I saw her pretty pussy. She’s been such a good girl, obeying my every command, showing me every inch I’ve asked for. Selfish as I am, I let myself bask in the moment, ignoring the ethical questions surrounding the fact that I haven’t told her who I am, and why it might feel like I know her so well, despite the fact that we’re newly acquainted.
“Hi,” she says, smiling shyly into her phone’s camera.
“We’re long past ‘Hi’ baby girl. I believe I asked you a question.”
“Umm…” She looks away. “No. I’m not touching myself yet.”
“Why not?”
Her cheeks glow as she bites her lip.
“I dunno,” she mumbles, lashes lowered.
“Do it,” I say, tugging my cock free of my boxers and reclining back against my pillow. “Touch that pretty pussy for me.”
I see her shift on the screen as she gets into position.
“Nuh-uh,” I say, my voice gruff with need, “Put the phone back where it was. I want to see all of you.”
She laughs nervously, but she does as she’s told, propping her phone up against something and then returning to the bed. She sheds her panties quickly, leaving only a pair of socks with what looks like squirrels on them, and I’m so hard, I feel like I might come just from the sight of her. She crosses her arms self-consciously in front of her, not to cover her breasts or her cunt, but her stomach.