“Wait, Sloane!” He’s around to my side before I can take a step toward my building.
I think my entire body is shaking when he puts his hands on my shoulders. “Hey, I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just saw how wet you were for me and got carried away. Look, let's just think about it, okay? You know how much I care about you, right, babe? I just want to show you how much I love you.”
Wet for him? Oh. Oh right. I was imagining that Viking with the piercing gray eyes trailing his tattooed hand up my thigh.
My breathing has slowed down, and I’m no longer shaking. “Okay, I’ll think about it.”
“I know I’ll be thinking about it.” He winks at me and then reaches into his truck to grab my salad. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to get a look at those tits.”
I grab my salad, give Dean a quick kiss on the mouth, then make my way up to my apartment.
“Allie?” I yell as soon as I open the door, making sure she knows I’m coming in. Although if I’m being honest, I don’t think I would mind seeing what sexual escapades she might be up to.
When nobody answers, I make my way to the kitchen table and plop down with my salad. Man, I really wanted those fries. Maybe I should just order some. I scroll through the food delivery app for a good fifteen minutes, practically salivating over the greasy food on the screen, before I decide to just cut my losses and eat the salad.
When I’ve finished, I put on a corny romance movie and curl up in bed with a blanket. It’s only nine, and I really should work on some of my classwork, but I’m so sleepy. I guess working yourself up into a sexual frenzy over a man who probably thinks you’re a crazy college weirdo and then almost having a panic attack when your boyfriend runs his fingers over your panties for the first time in three years can take a lot out of a girl.
I’m dreaming of riding on the back of a black-and-red motorcycle with my giant biker troll, holding his thick torso for dear life. We pull over, and he lifts me effortlessly to sit facing him. My thighs wrap around his waist as he unstraps his helmet from his chin, and he’s…Ledger?
I jolt awake, sitting straight up, disoriented, drenched in sweat, and hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s only been a couple of years since I even started touching myself, and I’ve never felt anything like this pure, scorching need.
Am I having a heart attack? This feeling can’t be normal…
These are the last thoughts that I have before I’m on absolute autopilot, one hand in my panties and the other pulling up the only porn site I know. I’m not even sure what I’m searching for, just that I’ll know it when I see it…
This one. This man and woman on a motorcycle.
This won’t take long, and as much as I like watching him eat her out while thinking of what a mouth would feel like on me, it’s not what I’m here for. I briefly fast-forward to watch him enter her for the first time.Wow, that’s a stretch. Why do I instinctively know how good that would feel, even if I've never felt anything there before?I'm too close, and I need…I don't even know what I need.
I keep forwarding, past positions that don't even seem physically possible, and then I hear noises coming from this man that speak to some base instinct deep inside my brain. He's grunting, he's frantic, and then he stills, and I realize I'm watching him come deep inside her. I rewind, and I can literally see him pulsing as cum starts leaking out from where they’re joined and…
That's all I need.
My finger works my clit as I come harder than I ever have, hard enough to feel lightheaded and like I might actually pass out. I reach lower, feeling exactly how wet I am, and even though I've never really explored touching myself there much, I imagine all this liquid isn’t just mine, but instead, I think ofmy own tall, tattooed troll taking me over his bike. I realize far too late that I imagined Ledger the entire time I was watching, and I desperately wish this was his cum leaking out of me.Before I can question where these thoughts are coming from, I fall asleep again, exhausted from my efforts and dreaming of gray eyes.
The last week has been one of the weirdest of my life. Weird seems like the wrong way to describe it when, in reality, everything has been going my way. Friday, after I woke up in a post-orgasmic fog, I got lucky when someone pulled out of my favorite parking place, closest to my class building, right as I was looking for a spot. Then when I got home and I was scrounging around for something to eat in the fridge, a knock on the door revealed a delivery driver with practically the entire Jesse’s menu in his hands—an odd gesture for Dean since he usually isn't so thoughtful, but maybe he's highly motivated since he's thinking about advancing the physical aspect of our relationship.
As if.What the heck, Sloane. I should be excited about the idea of my boyfriend touching me…right?
Regardless, the weekend continued in the same weird way. I think back to Saturday and how odd the entire day was.
Allie and I went to a new romance bookstore opening in the city and browsed for hours, followed by dinner at our favorite café. We had just finished and asked for the check when the server said it had already been taken care of.
“Do you think one of the neighbor guys is following you and trying to impress you?” I asked because this was definitely well beyond the scope of anything Dean would deign to do, no matter what he thought his reward would be.
Allie looked just as confused as I felt. “No. Like I said, we aren't serious, and they didn't know I would be here today.”
We went home, trying not to think too much of it but wondering if we needed to be more concerned. The girls in horror movies never worry about being followed, and they always end up tied up, or worse, in the villain’s basement. Nothing was amiss at first at home, but when I opened the door to my bedroom, I screamed. A giant pink gift box sat pristinely on my bed. Nothing else was moved, and there were no signs of any forced entry. Nothing.
“What is it?” Allie screamed as she ran into my room, brandishing a giant knife at the box in case a murderer hid under the sparkly gift wrap and large bow.
“It's okay, I think,” I said, trying to convince myself. “Stay here with the…giant knife, just in case.”
Reaching for the box, I slowly grabbed one end of the bow and unraveled it until it fell away. “Okay.”Deep breaths. “We’re gonna pop the top off the box in three…two…one!”
I flipped the top off the box, and both Allie and I screamed bloody murder, waiting for the inevitable jump scare that didn't come. We slowly approached the box and peeked inside to see a ton of books. I reached inside, realizing it was upwardof twenty-five books, each wrapped neatly in the branded pink tissue paper from the romance bookstore that we visited earlier.
Opening the first, I realized it was a special edition of one of my favorite hockey romances. The next book I unwrapped was one from my TBR, which I had written down in my notes app.
