“Good, that’s good. Now slide your fingers down your silky skin until you reach your panties. I want you to reach under them and push two fingers inside yourself. Imagine it’s my fingers touching and teasing you, turning you on. What does it feel like, Ella? Tell me.”
“Oh, Jake! So…good…” I’m breathing heavily. “So, so good…” I repeat. I see him holding his massive erection in his hand, and decide to try a little dirty talk myself. “Jake, I want to taste you, too. I want you to imagine my mouth on your hard cock, sucking you.”
“Yes, babe, it’s so good to feel you on me.” Our hands do the things we want to do to each other in person. “I want us to come at the same time.”
“Imagine coming into my mouth,” I purr, and his eyes widen. I feel the tension in my center building, and it won’t take much to push me off the edge of orgasm.
“Damn it, woman,” he practically roars, as the warm liquid runs down his hand, and I scream his name at the same time. We’re both silent for a while, panting and watching each other. Jake breaks the silence. “I wish I could hug you right now,” he says softly, and my heart melts at his words.
“Yeah, me, too.”
The next day, it’s past nine in the evening when I’m finishing up at Ace. Brett, my last client, has already left ten minutes ago, and I’m putting the towels in the washer. When I’m done, I lock the place and head toward home on foot. Even though days are warm in the spring, nights can still get pretty chilly. I button my coat, and walk down the brightly lit sidewalk. Suddenly, I hear breathing coming from behind me, becoming louder and louder. Fear penetrates my bones, and I quicken my step. I’m afraid to look back. What if I’m being followed? The next moment, someone bumps into me. I stop dead, and see that the person is running past me. “Just a jogger, Ella,” I murmur to myself. I’m still standing frozen in the same spot. “You panic too much.” Still, I take longer strides to get home as quickly as possible, take a shower, and get into the comfort of my own bed to talk to Jake on the phone. I always look forward to our conversations. A sound of camera going off snaps me out of my thoughts, followed by a quick flash. I swiftly turn around to see Kevin, or what’s-his-name, standing in front of me, taking pictures of me. I raise my arms to my head because the flash blinds me. I turn around and quicken my pace, but he follows me.
“Why don’t you leave me alone?” I yell.
“Why would I want to do that? You’re currently the hottest front-page story. Ella and Jake. Everybody is surprised you’re still together. What’s your secret?” He grabs my elbow. I look at his hand on my shoulder, and then look at him.
“Get your hands off me,” I hiss, and yank my elbow out of his grip. “I have nothing to say to you.” I take a couple of steps back, and my back hits the cold stone wall. He’s still right next to me.
“You’re pretty,” he says, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. “But so were the other women he fucked. What do you have that others don’t, huh?” His leans to my neck and sniffs me, as if he wants to remember my smell.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please, you’re scaring me.”
“Aww, we don’t want that, do we?” he’s mocking me.
“What’s going on here?” We hear a strong male voice, and turn in its direction. Kevin takes a step back, and I can breathe more easily now. The silhouette approaches us, I can see it’s Brett, looking at me worriedly.
“Brett!” I yell. Kevin leans toward me again, and whispers.
“Tell your man he’ll pay for what he did. I’ll get my revenge.” He curls his lip, and calmly walks away.
“Ella? Are you okay? What was that?” Brett asks, and I shrug.
“I wish I knew…” I look him in the eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood. I met some friends for a drink,” he points his finger to the café Sophie and I also frequent. I nod. My legs are still shaking. What did Kevin mean by revenge? Do Jake and he know each other?
“Thank you,” I say, and continue walking.
“Wait. I’ll walk you home, he could come back.” As we reach my apartment building, I invite him up for a drink to thank him, and he accepts. I really don’t want to be alone right now, and Jake won’t call for another hour. So Brett and I are sitting in my living room, drinking tea. I tell him about Jake, and that we are together. His expression turns a little sad after that, but I don’t want him to get any wrong impressions about me. I know he likes me, he has already told me that a few times, but I only see him as a friend. After half an hour, he stands up.