It was a selfie taken from above, with her free arm around her bare chest to simultaneously cover the nipples and push her tits together. The cleavage was thick and her breasts were full, and she had a lidded look to her eyes.
The very definition of afuck melook.
I had let my hand drift down under the sheets of my bed, caressing my hard length. I don’t think I’d ever gotten stiff so fast. Like a goddamn light switch went off.Boom,erect. No transition.
I was stroking myself gently as the next text came through.
Charlotte: If you don’t like that, I can go back to sending you calf photos. Your choice.
Jayce: You called my bluff. This is better.
Charlotte: What would you do to me if you were here right now?
I had stroked myself faster while thinking about it. I would throw my lips into hers, crushing her gorgeous tits against my body, coiling my arms around her to hold her tight with a lust that knew no words. I’d kiss down along the perfect orbs of her breasts, my breath whispering along her core before burying my face in her delicious pussy. I wanted to taste every inch of her, to lick and suck and swirl my tongue into her sopping-wet slit until she screamed for me.
I would make hermine.
But I didn’t want to seem too eager.
Jayce: I’d do something to you that would make your toes curl and your back arch with pleasure. Something you’d never forget.
Charlotte: Go on.
Jayce: You’ll just have to use your imagination, Peaches ;-)
Charlotte: Oh, I am.
It’s crazy, but the photo was better than any porn. It turned me on to a shocking degree. I imagined fucking Charlotte from behind, feeling her tighten around my raging cock while we moaned together, surrendering to the mindless drive of our bodies…
I groaned and clenched my eyes shut as I came, loads of warm white spilling all over my belly. It gushed and gushed, proof of my unbearable lust for Charlotte. I gasped and panted and laid there, wishing I was cominginsideof her rather than all over myself while looking at a photo on my cell phone.
But that was the other night. Tonight, she hadn’t texted me yet. And I was getting antsy.
Deep down, I knew we were playing a dangerous game. The more we flirted and teased, the more likely we were toacton it. The more we acted on it, the more likely we were to get caught. Then they would make Charlotte pay for my sins.
No woman deserved that.
That fear, that overwhelming terror for her safety, was the only thing that made me put my phone away.
“I need a drink,” I told my empty bedroom as I cleaned up, then went out to my truck.
23
Charlotte
My entire body trembled with adrenaline from telling my ex-boyfriend off. I’d been avoiding it over the last week, but deep down I’d been fantasizing about giving him a piece of my mind. It was empowering. It was what he deserved after daring to call me to ask for money.
But telling him to go fuck himself didn’t magically make me feel better.
My room was too stuffy, so I grabbed my purse and walked outside to get some air. My feet carried me down the road, then onto main street and into town. I’d already eaten dinner, but I could get dessert at the diner. Mindy sold chocolate chip cookies that were so soft you could barely hold them without leaving a thumb-print in the surface.
But when I got there, I stopped and I looked across the road at Flop’s Bar & Grill.
Chocolate isn’t the vice I need tonight.
The entrance was around the back of the building, away from the road. As I rounded the corner of the bar I saw a familiar white truck parked outside, with cracks in the windshield and a trash bag taped over the broken driver-side window. I smiled at the sight.So that’s why Jayce hasn’t texted me tonight.
It might have been called abar and grill,but the interior was heavy on the former and light on the latter. Only a few hanging bulbs gave off any light, and it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust. Two pool tables filled the left side of the room, opposite a row of eight rectangular tables with stools for chairs. At the end of the room was the bar, shaped like a U with one long end flanked by two stubby sides. Altogether, there were only five patrons spread around the room, nursing drinks.