Hold On Tight(45)

My phone dinged and I reached for it. No one ever texted me this late.

Dewayne: You awake?

Why was he texting me? Oh God, had he known somehow that I had just used his body to pleasure myself?

I let my finger hover over the phone keys a moment, then finally gave in and replied.

Me: No

Dewayne: Are you in bed?

What was he asking that for?

Me: Yes

I should ignore this.

Dewayne: Do you sleep naked?

Okay. Wait a minute. This was not us being friendly. And I couldn’t handle him doing this hot-and-cold stuff.

Me: What do you want? This conversation is going in a bad direction.

He didn’t reply right away. I thought for a moment my scolding him had made him back off. Then my phone lit up again.

Dewayne: I know. I’m sorry.

That was it. Why did I feel so disappointed?

Dewayne: It’s just if you’re gonna play with yourself I want to know. I want to see it. Or at least you can tell me about it.

Holy crap. The tingling between my legs startled me. He was only texting me and I was reacting to him. I should turn off my phone and forget this conversation. Tomorrow he would regret it and push me away. He was probably drunk.

But maybe he wouldn’t remember it . . . maybe.

Me: I’ve already taken care of that.

I pressed send before I could stop myself.

Dewayne: Motherfuck. Do it again. Tell me about it. Or let me FaceTime you and watch your face. God, let me watch your face.

Oh wow. He was drunk. He had to be. This was not careful Dewayne.

Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Dewayne: I know it’s a bad idea. But damn, Sienna, you’re driving me crazy. I just want a little taste. If you’d spread those legs for me and let me taste you just once, then we could be friends. I just need a taste, baby. I know it’s gonna be sweet.

Oh. My. God.

I stared at the phone in my hand and my whole body trembled. Maybe I could FaceTime him. If he kept talking like this, I was going to beg him to come taste all he wanted.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

Dewayne: Let me FaceTime you and watch you touch that pussy I want to fucking bury my face in.

I was a goner. This was too much. I wanted this, as dumb as it sounded.

Me: What happens tomorrow?

Dewayne: We keep being friends and forget we did this. Just give me this tonight. I need something. I’ve spent way too much time imagining it. I need visuals.

Okay. One time. I could do that. We would forget tomorrow. I stood up, went to close Micah’s door, then closed mine before coming back to bed.

Me: Okay.

My phone rang almost instantly. It was a FaceTime call from Dewayne Falco.

Oh shit. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. It was so bad. But exciting. And I trusted Dewayne. I had always trusted him.

“Hello,” I said, looking into Dewayne’s eyes. The glow of lamplight illuminated his face. I was in the dark.

“Turn on a light. I need to see you.”

I wasn’t wearing makeup, but I guess he’d seen me like this before. I reached over and turned on the lamp beside me.

“Fuck, that’s better. So much better,” he said in a pleased rumble.

I wasn’t sure I could do this now. He wasn’t hidden behind text messages anymore. He was right there in front of me.

“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked him, hoping he’d changed his mind and terrified he would at the same time.

“Take off your panties, Sienna,” was his response.

“Okay,” I replied, and reached down to take them off.

“I want to see,” he said in a deep voice.

All right. I held the phone with one hand so he could see me taking my panties off with the other hand. I wasn’t waxed completely. I did keep only a small strip of hair there because I hated how it felt when it was bare.

“Fuck, you got red curls,” he muttered. “I want to bury my nose in that and inhale. So damn deep you stay with me for days after.”

I whimpered. It was all I could do. All the naughty talking I had imagined in my fantasies was never this good. He was much better at it than my imaginary Dewayne was.

“Slip a finger in, baby. Let me watch.”

I was so turned on I didn’t even question him. I did as he told me, and knowing he was watching me made me moan with pleasure. It was almost as if it was him touching me.

“That’s it. Fuck, that pussy is wet. I can see the curls all sticking together. That swollen clit needs attention. Give her some. Easy and slow,” he said in a low growl.

I did exactly like he said.

“Easy . . . Fuck yeah. Now let me watch you suck that finger clean.

Oh my. I had never tasted myself. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Come on, Sienna. I need you to taste your sweet pussy for me. I want to eat it so damn bad. Do it so I can watch, baby. Do it for me.”