Forever Pucked(62)

At first glance she looks happy, but upon closer inspection her eyes are  puffy and her cheeks are blotchy. I can't tell if it's the quality of  the picture or not. Still, they're smiling, and I'm not there to stop  whatever might happen later in the night. And she hasn't bothered to  call me.

My phone rings. It's not Sunny; it's Violet.

I don't have a chance to say a word before she yells, "Why are your disfigured balls all over the Internet?"



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It's well past midnight before I stumble down the hall to the spare  room. I could sleep with Sunny, but sometimes she tries to spoon. I also  want to check my messages. Not that I expect to have one from Randy.  He's unpredictable with his communication.

I pull the covers back and slip under them. My stomach does a stupid little flip-flop over the three messages from him.



I'm home. Move to Chicago.



I have three bedrooms I can fuck u in.



The last message wasn't sent that long ago, maybe twenty minutes. I'm drunk enough that calling him seems like a great idea.

He answers on the second ring. "Hey." He sounds like maybe he was sleeping.

His gritty voice wakes all my corresponding parts up. "That's quite the pitch."

"Are you sold?"

"So alluring." There's a little slur to my words. Randy picks up on it.

"Are you drunk?"

"Nope."

"You totally are."

"Sunny and me might've had a little wine. I'm staying at her place for a  few days." I don't know why I tell him this. It's completely  irrelevant.                       
       
           



       

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Fine. Anyway, I'm coming to see Sunny's new place over the holidays."

"You mean you're coming to see my bathrooms?"

"Those, too."

"We're gonna have a sleepover."

"So far sleepovers with you haven't included much sleep."

"How long you gonna be here? A couple days? A week?"

"Sunny said something about the twenty-third to the twenty-eighth, but we might stay longer. I don't know yet."

"You're not spending Christmas with your mom?"

"We're not exactly seeing eye to eye on things right now. And she's probably spending the holidays with Tim-Tom."

"Who?"

"Her new boyfriend."

"Is he the reason for the dissension?" Randy asks.

"Part of it." Why can't I lie like normal people?

"What's the other part?"

"My not coming home last night."

"You're in trouble for not coming home? Are you lying about your age or  something? Are you really seventeen and you just look older because you  wear makeup that looks like you're not wearing makeup?"

I snort. "It would explain my mostly prepubescent body."

"Don't talk shit about your body. I fucking love your body. Especially  when you're naked and I'm on top of you, and even more when I'm inside  you. Shit. Now I'm hard. Again. You'd think after last night and this  morning I'd be done with the hard-ons."

"Your dick giving you problems?" This is easier than conversation about  my family. All his attention isn't because he wants to date me. We just  have insane chemistry, and he wants to fuck a million orgasms out of me.

"My fantasies about you are what's giving my dick problems. If you move  here, they don't have to be fantasies; I'll get to live them out all the  damn time. Then my dick wouldn't be such a problem for me."

"If I was there I'd put your dick on lockdown." I have to pause and choke back a laugh. "In my vagina prison."

"How soon can you get here?"

"Not for another two weeks."

"Damn it. Prison never sounded so cozy before."

"I'll keep him locked up the entire time I'm in Chicago, if you want. We  might actually get thrown in real prison, though, if we have to go out  in public. And it might make our friends uncomfortable."

"Miller and I are pretty open. I'm sure he won't mind."

I blush and snicker. "Anyway, it's late. I should go."

"Because you have to work in the morning?"

"Yup."

"'Kay. I'mma go whack off to the pictures I took of you while you were sleeping last night."

"Lies! I didn't fall asleep."

"You totally did. For about ten minutes. Night, Lily girl. I'm looking forward to spending time in pussy prison."

Less than a minute later, I get a text. It's a picture of me with my  head on his chest. I'm definitely asleep. And we're both naked. My hand  is curled up under my chin, my lips are parted, and my hair is damp near  my forehead. Randy's smiling, and his stunning, honey-colored eyes are  on the camera.

Another message comes from him:



Look at how gorgeous ur

.

My tummy flutters. He's such a flirt and a charmer.

Another message comes in. This time it's a video. It's exactly the same scene as the picture, only not a still frame.

With his eyes still on the camera, he drags a fingertip down my cheek. "Lily, Lily, Lily, wake up for me."

I moan in my sleep, but lift my head toward his voice.

"Come on, baby, open your eyes for me."

I watch my lids flutter, another soft sound escaping. Randy's not  looking at the camera any more, he's focused on me. "There you are.  Didn't I tell you? No time for sleeping tonight."

"No time," I murmur.

"That's right. Where am I supposed to be right now?" His voice is  whisper quiet, his chest rising and falling faster as I lift my head,  blinking blearily up at him.

My lips curve into a coy smile. "Inside me."

The video goes blurry when his mouth finds mine. His groan is the last thing I hear before the screen goes blank.

I'm so turned on right now. And a little mortified. But mostly turned  on. Holy hell. Randy made a video while I was sleeping. He could use it  for blackmail. Except that doesn't make sense. I have nothing he wants.  Apart from my vagina prison.