His words almost completely pulled me out of the moment. I froze, feeling like I’d just been caught. But despite my shock, the voice message kept playing.
“Rubbing your swollen little clit. Fuck, I wish I could watch. I’d do anything just to watch you touch yourself again. Oh shit. It’s coming. It’s twitching like crazy, and —” his words disappeared with a groan that was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, and that was the trigger.
A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me as I squeezed my eyes tight. My legs shook as I came, my clit growing so sensitive I had to rip my fingers away. On my phone, Jordan was coming too, breathing shakily.
“Fuck,” he said eventually, his voice ragged. “I’ve got cum all over me. It’s a pity you’re not here, right, Ella? Because then you could lick it up like the cum slut you are.”
With that, the voice message ended, leaving me a sweaty mess on my bed, my heart still racing from the orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day I told myself that I’d only done what I done because I was horny. It had been too long, and my base instincts took over. It would never happen again, and I’d never let anyone know.
Especially not Jordan. I couldn’t bear to think of his smug expression if he ever found out. I imagined his self-satisfied voice.Still a whore for me, aren’t you?
Before work, I took out my phone and found the voice message, my finger hovering above the ‘delete’ button.
I knew I should delete it. I was about to, but a little voice in the back of my mind stopped me. It had been so hot, listening to him. The neediness in his voice…that wasn’t something he said often. He had such a filthy mouth. I missed it. I missed the way he’d mix praise and degradation.
I used to love it. I loved it when he slap his cock against my lips and call me his good little slut.
What was I thinking! I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the memories to go away. My finger still hovered on the ‘delete’ button.
Delete it delete it delete it delete it.
But I couldn’t. I wanted to save it for a rainy day. Just in case.
I continued to go on dates with Alec. One day, he surprised me with a bouquet of flowers, and they were so beautiful, I couldn’t resist taking a photo and posting it on social media. A few hourslater, I received a text from Jordan. My heart jumped into my throat as I unlocked my phone to read it.
JB: Hey. Sorry about leaving you that voicemail. Hope you didn’t listen to it.
JB: I saw your new man got you flowers.
JB: Looks like it’s getting serious.
JB: Thought you’d get sick of him but guess not.
JB: I’ll leave you alone now.
JB: But
JB: If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me. Use me like your personal dildo whenever you want.
After I read the messages, something unsettling uncurled in my stomach. It felt a lot like…disappointment. Which was stupid. Hadn’t I wanted this all along? I wanted him to leave me alone.
But maybe a part of me, deep down, enjoyed him chasing me. Wanting me. Especially because most of the time, he clearly couldn’t care less about me.
I still remember the night we hooked up for the first time. He’d taken me back to his dorm room. Like me, he lived on campus, but his room was nice. There was an en-suite and kitchenette, and it was neat with no roommates.
We sat on his bed.
“What do you like?” he asked.
“What do I like?” I repeated. I still could barely believe I was there. Internally, I was arguing with myself. It was a bad idea. I should leave.
But also, Jordan was gorgeous. Everyone on campus wanted him, and in that moment, his eyes were onme.
“I don’t know,” I said. “No one’s ever asked me before.”
