Those two words nearly pushed Max over the edge.
“Are you touching yourself right now, Stella?”
“Yes.” The word came out like a whimper. “I’m so wet already.”
Max inhaled sharply. “Fuck.”
“I want to hear you come,” she said. “I don’t know what that sounds like yet.”
“If you keep talking like that you absolutely will,” he said, his voice rough as he kept pumping his hand up and down. He wiped the bit of pre-come from his tip down his shaft to aid the friction. He was so close.
“You know, I also masturbated that night when I got home from your place,” she said. “I used one of my vibrators and imagined it was you inside me. I think you’re bigger than my toy, though. But just thinking about you while I did it made me come so hard I saw stars.”
“Fuck,” Max breathed.
He moved his hand faster, his hips lifting as he began thrusting into his own hand.
“Don’t hold back, Max,” Stella said. “I want to hear you. I want to know what it’ll sound like when you finally finish inside me.”
And that was all it took. Max groaned as his pleasure spilled out in his hand, his breathing ragged as the orgasm pulsed through him. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear Stella’s own moans as she also found release.
“Fuck, Stella,” Max said once he could speak again.
Stella let out a sigh that also sounded like a laugh.
“Well, I did promise I’d make you come,” she said. “Although I was thinking it’d happen in person.”
“Don’t worry, we can still do that,” Max said quickly.
“I can’t wait,” she said. “For now, though, I should probably take a shower.”
Max groaned. “Please don’t make me think about you in the shower.”
“Too late,” she said, sounding as cheery as someone who had just had an orgasm should. “Good night, Max.”
Max smiled. “Good night, Stella.”
Eighteen
People seemed to be under the impression that virgins were innocent creatures who knew nothing about sex, never thought about it, and wouldn’t dare to.
In Stella’s experience, it was the complete opposite. She was a total horndog. And today was the worst because not only had she had her phone sex conversation with Max on repeat all week, she was also ovulating, which made her horny meter turn all the way up. Usually this was the time of the month when she’d do something stupid like get on Tinder, swipe right on everyone, and then chicken out when someone asked her to come over.
Tonight, however, she actually had plans, and it was all she could think about.
When Melanie gave Stella her edits on her places-to-lose-your-virginity post, Stella accepted them with ease. She didn’t even flinch when Melanie suggested she try having Sparkywrite the post for her and see what it came up with. She simply ignored the suggestion.
When Effie asked Stella if she wanted to get Indian food for lunch, Stella politely declined instead of telling Effie for the hundredth time that if she was going to have curry it had to be the Jamaican kind.
And when an office-wide email went out about the upcoming Sprint Week, Stella merely glanced at it. It wasn’t until the chatter in the office intensified so much that she could hear it over her AirPods that Stella finally looked up.
“What’s going on?” Stella asked Effie, who was having a hushed conversation with Katy, who sat on Effie’s other side. Katy had started at the company about a year after Effie and Stella, and at first they were skeptical of her. She was a white girl with blond hair, blue eyes, and monogrammed everything. She immediately reminded Stella of the girls she and Jackie had interned with.
However, Katy had subverted their expectations. She was asexual and aromantic, which was what she mostly wrote content about, and why her WASP family didn’t keep in touch. As Katy once said, “Honestly, I think if I was just gay they might’ve understood that better. But not wanting a romantic relationship with anyone continues to escape their understanding.”
So although Katy wasn’t exactly their BFF or anything, they were cool in the way that most queer people could be when it was them against the everyday straight, cisgender nonsense that sometimes occurred in the office.
“You didn’t see Miles’ email?” Katy asked.
