Page 26 of Trusting the Fall

Just thinking about it has my clit tingling. I grab my phone off the bedside table, take a seat, resting my back against the headboard, and open up my text thread.

ME: Busy?

I bite my lip in anticipation, my legs already knocking together. Fuck, just the brief thought of him has me ready to go. I press my thighs together. Maybe I could just get myself there.

I jump off the bed and close the door. Lex won’t be home for hours, but it still feels weird doing something with the door wide open.

Stripping my sleep shorts and underwear off, I launch them into the laundry hamper in the corner of my bedroom and dive under the covers.

I check my phone again, but there’s nothing, so I arrange the pillows and sink back a bit before closing my eyes and letting my hands wander.

My fingers caress my breasts, and I relish in the tingles it sends travelling down my legs, the building swirl, like a vortex tightening in my stomach as I gently pinch at the barbells there.

I keep one hand playing and let the other slide down my torso, making it as far as my belly button before the buzzing of my phone stops the motion and my heart leaps with excitement.

THE ONLY VIKING YOU NEED: I think our agreement thus far has depended on me not being busy when you ask. What can I do for you, Bombshell?

I pull the covers down so it rests at my pubic bone, then place my free hand halfway underneath it and snap a picture.

ME: *picture attachment*

ME: Finish the job?

I feel the grin hurting my cheeks with how hard it’s pulling as I watch the frantic way dots stop and start on my screen.

THE ONLY VIKING YOU NEED: Fuck. Keep those greedy little hands off my pussy. I’m on my way.

My clit is throbbing at his reply. Sparks dance over my skin like little flames of ecstasy, and I push my feet into the mattress as I rub my thighs together.

I don’t know how long the drive is from his house to mine, but dear God, I hope it’s not long.

I’m torn between following his advice and being a good girl, refraining from touching myself, or giving in to my desires while I wait.

On the one hand, denying myself now will make it more satisfying once I do get there. On the other hand, the punishment for not listening may be even better.

Let’s be honest, I’ve always been a bit of a rule breaker.

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Idon’tknowifit’s overwhelming desire or the fact that my shirt is on backwards that’s choking me. But I do know I’m desperately trying to make the drive to my Bombshell’s house shorter.

I alternate between pushing my foot down and easing off, convincing myself impending pleasure is not worth a speeding ticket.

My phone beeps where it sits in the holder, displaying a preview of a text.

BOMBSHELL: Feeling too greedy to wait…

Fuck. Yes, it is.

When I see the light up ahead change to yellow, I push my foot down harder. My heart pounds as I pass through the other side, catching a flicker of red out of the corner of my eye. Another beep.

BOMBSHELL: So very wet and greedy

“Hey, Siri. Call Bombshell.” I wait for the call to connect, feeling my thighs quiver with desperation.

“Hello, Lover Boy,” she answers, the words breathy and coated in desire.

My teeth hurt from how hard they’re clenching, the tick in my jaw turning feral.

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