Just how a lot of things about me aren’t true, here’s a newsflash: I like it. I like this feeling. The anticipation of seeing him. Knowing he’ll have his eyes on me the minute I step inside the clubhouse doors. Maybe the fact that we can’t do anythingin front of anyone, and he can’t touch me, only adds to the excitement bubbling up inside me.
I send him a text back.
Me
Sorry, it was loud in the club. We’re headed back now. I can’t wait to see you
I think twice before sending the next message, but hit send before I can chicken out.
Me
I can’t wait for you to see me out of the dress
Holy crap. I have it bad.
Somehow, I don’t actually care. I want Sawyer to know how much I desire him. How after our amazing night together and the cuddling afterward, I felt more alive than I ever have. Ineedhim to know.
A smile to myself when I see he’s read the text. The gray bubble appears, then disappears. This happens for several seconds, then:
Sawyer
So hard for you
Oh, my fucking god. He.Did.Not.
I haven’t touched him there yet, but I rubbed myself against him, and he felt fucking fantastic. Hard, thick and long doesn’t even begin to describe it. I wonder if he’d ever let me touch him, suck him, play with him. I want to, but I am also very okay with him wanting to take his time.
I can only imagine Sawyer has the most perfect dick, just like the rest of him.
I wet my lips, checking to make sure nobody is being nosy. Since Payden is in a debate with Luna over the seat about pineapple flavored chocolate and its merits, I hurriedly send a text back.
Me
Now I’m thinking about how hard
I grin when the bubble reappears
Sawyer
Very fucking hard
Oh, god. I don’t know how I’m going to walk into those clubhouse doors and not jump on him.
I hope he likes the dress.
Me
Are you flirting with me, Pretty Boy?
Sawyer
You’re quick
Me
You’re doing things to me, and that’s incredibly frustrating on a bus full of drunk people
Sawyer