I put the phone away and lose myself in numbers, finally able to work. But later on, I’m lying on the sofa, thumbing through my phone for pictures of her, when I realise I don’t really have any.
Tyler: Send me a picture, I’m missing your face and body already.
One comes through instantly of some sock-covered feet, making me smirk.
Tyler: Of your face, Angel.
Another one comes through, this one of her breasts, and I groan. She’s in nothing but a tiny crop top, her breasts almost spilling from it, and her nipples are pebbled. I can see her chin and the smirk of her pink lips as well.
Just then, I receive another one. It’s of her face with her blonde hair in a bun on top of her head. Those mischievous eyes call to me, and my cock is hardening, jerking, as I watch more and more arrive like a stop motion movie.
Of her hand cupping her breast.
Pulling down her shirt, her nipple peeking through her fingers.
Her hand tracing down her stomach to small, lace panties, her legs bare.
I pull out my cock, holding the phone one handed as I watch them come through. I stroke myself, groaning at the sight of her hand slipping into her panties. Then I see it—her pink glistening pussy. But my phone goes quiet. I thumb back through the messages, stroking myself leisurely until a video arrives.
It’s of her touching herself, those gleaming fingers sliding inside her again and again as she fucks herself. Her clit is engorged as she rubs it quickly, and I can hear her panting and the sound of her TV in the background. Fuck. I stroke myself quicker, my eyes fastened to the screen. I can’t drag them away from her fingers pushing in and out of her cunt, quicker and quicker until she moans loudly, her fingers slowing as her pussy pulses.
She rubs herself through it, and I can’t help but spill across my stomach as I watch her. The video cuts out, the end screen a shot of her body, showing me all those delicious curves that are mine.
Fuck, she’s going to kill me.
After I can stand again, I clean up and lock the house. But when I’m lying in bed, all I can do is smell her scent and remember the way she felt in my arms. Her side of the bed is cold, and I hate it.
So I grab my phone again.
Lexi
Another text comes through, and my heart flies at it. I crave his words, this contact, even though I shouldn’t. I walked away, I made the choice, and now I’ve agreed to a date. Isn’t that serious? Why did I send those pictures and the video? I was missing him, that was for sure, and I wanted to tease him. I wanted to know he was still thinking of me, still craving me the way I was him. Hell, I even changed his name to Daddy in my phone. Now I’m lying in fluffy pajamas, watching some sappy love film, and missing the way his arms felt around me. His lips ghosting across my cheek and head. Missing the safety and happiness I found with him.
Daddy: Don’t forget to eat.
Shit, how does he know I haven’t?
Angel: And if I don’t?
Daddy: Then tomorrow, at the restaurant, I will bend you over and fuck you for everyone to see as punishment.
My pussy clenches, but I do as I’m told. I don’t particularly want to be arrested, but Tyler does tempt me. Would he actually do it? Fuck. I can’t stop imagining it now as I warm up some pizza and grab a beer.
After I’ve eaten, I lock up and pad down the hallway of my small apartment and get into bed. I have trouble sleeping, and when I finally do, it’s to dreams of big, thick hands tracing down my body. Of hard, whispered demands and big, fat cocks fucking me. I wake with a moan, my panties damp. The moon shines through my open curtains, and I look to the clock to see it’s two AM. I try to get back to sleep, but my pussy is still pulsing, demanding release.
So I slip my hand under the covers and into my panties, finding myself drenched. With my other hand, I pull down my shirt and tweak and roll my nipple. I imagine it’s Tyler touching me, visualising his mouth skating down my stomach to my wet heat. His fingers diving into me without any warning, curling and slamming back in, fucking me on them as he growls dirty nothings in my ear. His tongue flicking over my clit like my thumb is doing.
I lift my hips and fuck myself onto my fingers, keeping my eyes closed until I can almost feel him, almost smell him. The way his tongue would flatten and drag down my length, the thick stretch of his fingers, the promise of his cock soon to come.
It sends me over the edge, and I come embarrassingly fast with a muffled cry as I turn my head into my pillow. Panting, I pull my fingers free, shaking from the aftershocks as I lie there until I sigh. I get to my feet and pad to the bathroom and quickly clean up.
It’s clear Tyler has taken over my mind. I’m never going to be free of the bewitching hold he has over my mind and heart. One weekend—that’s all it took. I’ve spent months with a man and never felt as strongly as I do now. Or as needy for him, desperate.
It’s terrifying. The feelings are so strong, but I’m helpless to resist them. Like a tidal wave, they wash me away with their potency, and I am unable to cling to anything but him.
Tomorrow, I get to see him again. All that strength I used to leave will crumble under one stare from him. I know it, and I don’t care. I miss my daddy, fuck what anyone else thinks.
Including you, Justin. Your dad does it better anyway.
Tyler
It’s been years since I’ve been on a date. I’m rusty.
I know some good restaurants though, and I pick one I designed, not to show off, but because I know it’s something she will love. I dress smartly in some grey slacks and a white shirt, and I add a jacket before heading out and buying some flowers.
I’m early, I know it, but I can’t help myself. I have been counting down the hours until I get to see her again. She consumes my thoughts. I’ve never felt like this. I remember she told me once a while ago that her favourite flowers were sunflowers, so I get the biggest bunch I can find, the stems tied with a bright gold bow. Then, I head over to her place.
We have texted a few times today. She asked what to wear. She sent me pictures of her eating breakfast. Throughout the day, I found myself hanging onto the vibration of my phone, knowing it was from her. I pull up outside her apartment building and frown. It doesn’t look very safe. The front door is open. It’s a nice enough neighbourhood, but that doesn’t mean crime doesn’t exist.
Getting out, I check the number of her apartment once again and head up the stone steps to the lobby. There’s an older lady with a barking dog checking her mail, and I nod as I slip past and up the stairs to the second floor. I follow the numbers to Lexi’s. She lives at the very last one, and I straighten before lifting my hand to knock.
Just as I do, the door next to me opens, and a man leans there in a sparkly, bright pink crop top and hotpants with a very impressive beard and long hair. “Well hello, hottie. I haven’t seen you here before.” His eyes go to the flowers and he claps. “Oh my God, they’re beautiful! Tell me you’re here to sweep me off my feet and make me a sugar baby.”
I grin, about to reply, when Lexi’s door opens. She stands there in a robe and looks at me and then at the other man. “Stop trying to steal my man, Jon.”
He waves it away. “Should have known, he’s too rugged to be gay.” He winks at me. “Have fun, and don’t let her get you into too much trouble.” Then he blows us both a kiss and shuts the door.