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“Silence is beautiful,”I repeat the words Ridge said the other night as I fight to see the beauty in the quiet around me.
I sink into the comfortable plushness of the old couch I cleaned. Yesterday, I toted all the cushion covers to the dormitory laundry room and washed them—twice. Then, I used carpet cleaner to scrub the back side of the couch.
The sun is shining through the windows and I make use of the light source while I’ve still got it. With my pen pressed to the paper in my notebook, I write…
Silence sucks.
My thoughts scream in my head.
My heart beats faster.
Louder.
Harder.
And it’s silent no more.
Ugh.I slam the notebook shut with my pen wedged between the pages. For the last few days, I’ve had a terrible time expressing my thoughts on paper. It’s as if I can only write when I’m down and depressed. Guess I should be happy I’m not living in that headspace anymore.
I look around the dainty space. A lilac-scented candle on the small table in the kitchenette flickers, the flame dancing off the walls. My entire day was spent here yesterday and I’m pretty proud of the work I accomplished.
When I started cleaning up this place, I planned to use it as my own little reprieve. A quiet place where I could go for solitude. Although, I seem to have forgotten how much I dread being alone with my thoughts. But they’re not drifting into the darkness like they have for the past year. Instead, I keep seeing them—Ridge, Maddox, and even Lev.
Times like this, when I’m all alone, I remember the way my body felt with each of their hands all over it. My eyes close, picturing each one of them in awe as they fucked me. I see them individually, then I see them all at the same time.
Bending my knees, I separate my legs, my heels positioned so that they rest just beneath my ass. My fingers graze over the soft curve of my stomach before dipping below the elastic band of my sweatpants. Bristles of hair poke at my palm as I smooth my hand down, dragging my fingers up to my clit.
The air brushes against my skin as I sink farther down into the couch. I know I’m alone, but the thought of anyone looking in a window and seeing me touch myself is terrifying.
With two fingers, I massage my sensitive nub. A wave of pleasure courses through me and I chase the feeling, rubbing faster and faster. My head falls back, chin up, and I open my mouth, allowing the sounds to climb up my throat. No one can hear me. I’m all alone.Maybe being alone isn’t always so bad.
I slide my fingers down and angle my hand just right, so I can push two fingers inside myself. Then I drive them in and out, in and out. My fingers are short, so it doesn't feel nearly as good as when one of the guys does it.
Hand still down my pants, I lift up and look around the room in search of something to aid in my pleasure. I wasn’t a total prude before the guys and I do have toys, but they’re not here and I’m so desperate for this release.
My eyes land on the foot-long Maglite I brought with me, just in case the sun has set already when I go back to campus.
Pulling my hand out of my pants, I jump up and hurry across the room to grab it. I unscrew the back and quickly pop the batteries out, letting them drop onto the table. The length is intimidating, but I have no plans to use even a quarter of it. I wrap my fingers around the end of it. It’s only got about an inch girth, but it’ll definitely get the job done.
I go straight to the kitchen sink and wash it really good.
Once I’m sure it’s clean, I go back to the couch and take off my sweatpants and panties.
Completely naked from the waist down, I lie back again. Legs spread, I position the opposite end of the reflector at my entrance. The cold metal sends a chill down my quivering thighs.
Feeding myself more, I slide it in inch by inch until I feel resistance from my back wall. Then I pull it out slowly, only to push it back in again. Using my other hand, I massage myself softly, feeling a sweep of adrenaline rush through me. I work the object faster, relishing in the way the grooves of the flashlight feel inside me.
Spreading my lips with my fingers, I lift my head and watch. My muscles tighten around the flashlight and I gasp as it slips out of my hole, only to go right back in.
I feel so nasty—so naughty. But this is another secret I plan to keep.
I run my fingertips in circles and press them harder against my clit, feeling the sensation grow as I move in deeper, creating more insistent movements. My breathing quickens and I increase the pressure, until a wave of warmth spreads through me.
Rocking my hips in the same rhythm as my hand, I watch again, the visual forcing me to cry out in pleasure.
My nipples pucker against the fabric of my bra as I drag my hand up my stomach. Sliding my fingers under the loose fabric, I caress the peak. I roll my nipple between my thumb and index finger—pinching it. I imagine it's Ridge's fingers instead of mine. I imagine it's Maddox's cock inside me. And it's Lev's mouth tasting my skin. The thought arouses me further, and another whimper slips through my lips as my hips jerk off the couch.
The sound of a creaking board sends my heart into my throat as I quickly pull the object out of me and remove my hand from my breast. I jump up, into a sitting position, and all the blood drains from my face when I see Lev.
