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Nathan and his plump lips.
What did he taste like? What would he be like in bed? Quiet, or would he break out of his shell a little?
Would he enjoy taking orders? What would it feel like to have his large palms skimming up my sides? Touching me. Making me scream his name.
“Ugh.” A grunt of annoyance rumbled from my chest. I flopped to my back, staring at my ceiling.
People should paint their ceilings. It would give me something else to look at instead of shadows. More fantasies about Nathan scattered my random thoughts again.
What would’ve happened if Brad hadn’t interrupted us? It felt like we’d had a moment. A connection. Was it all in my head?
Probably. It was likely better if it stayed there. He was a criminal, after all. He might have protected me, but he’d also been honest about the bad things he did. That his family did.
Knowing that didn’t stop the fantasies that played on repeat. Or from wondering what he thought of me. If he thought of me.
Maybe he was awake right now, watching me. My heart smacked my ribs. A dirty fantasy unraveling in my mind. It flowed through my veins, made my skin heat.
It’s not like he’d see anything if he was. But the idea of giving him a show had my hips rocking on their own. Wetness pooled between my legs.
The blanket shifted until the fabric only covered my upper thighs. My nipples were hard in my thin tank top. My fingers brushed across the exposed skin on my stomach.
I shouldn’t do it. But I’d followed the rules all my life. Did what was expected of me. The tension caused by being the good girl made me insane. I had to relieve the pressure, or I’d snap. And tonight I felt ready to break.
I needed a release. Something to alleviate the ache inside. Something to help me sleep. To relax me.
I told myself it was harmless. He wasn’t watching, anyway. But maybe…
With that thought, my hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts. I gasped, finding myself already soaked. Gathering my arousal, I pressed two fingers into my clit.
My pussy tightened as I started moving in slow circles. I liked sex. Loved it with the right person. But sometimes there was nothing better than touching yourself.
It was always the perfect amount of pressure. The proper pace. And a guaranteed orgasm with no hassle.
You didn’t have to hope he’d eventually find that spot. Or give instructions. There was no worry that he’d come too fast or too slow. You only had yourself to focus on.
But as my fingers moved faster along my clit, I thought about Nathan. Dreamed that he’d be the perfect partner. That he’d love making me feel good. That it would fuel his pleasure when I told him what to do instead of hurting his ego.
A gasp tumbled from my lips as I pressed down a little harder. Sparks of pleasure burst across my skin. I pretended it was his thick fingers. His hand creeping back up my stomach. When I pinched my nipples through my shirt, in my mind, it was him doing it.
The pain shot through me. Made my heart beat faster and my body hotter. I thought about all the dirty things he’d whisper in my ear. Telling me how beautiful I was. How tight and wet. Begging me to come for him.
My back arched as I went harder. My eyes closed as the pleasure zinged through my veins. My muscles clenched, the edges of an orgasm overtaking me.
I pulled away. Slowly, I removed my fingers on my clit and my hand from my chest. The longer I drew this out, the higher the chance he could catch me on the cameras. The idea had my skin flushing and my mind reeling.
What would he do if he saw me touching myself to fantasies of him? Would he take over? Touch himself?
A moan escaped my lips as I thought about him stroking his cock to thoughts of me. It was intoxicating to be wanted. To pretend that someone as gorgeous as him desired me.
Tilting, I pulled open the middle drawer in my nightstand. A bottle of lube rolled forward. Pushing aside a cock ring and the little clit stimulator, I picked up my vibrator. It wasn’t anything crazy; only a few vibrations settings, and not too big. And it was pink; for girls.
I chuckled at the thought. I flicked it on to the lowest vibration setting as I brought it to my chest. My nipples ached, and I moaned as I ran it across them through my sheer top. I arched, seeking more.
My fingers moved faster on my clit as I pictured Nathan torturing me like this. Keeping me on the edge of an orgasm until I begged for him. Then I’d do the same to him.
I’d wrap my hand around his hard cock. Cup his balls and tug until he pleaded for me to let him come. Until he was consumed by me. Like I was by him.
I was done playing. With one hand, I yanked my shorts down. Spreading my legs as far as I could, I brought the vibrator to my pussy. I was so wet that I soaked it in an instant. My hips rolled as I pushed it inside myself.
