How to Date the Guy You Hate by Julie Kriss Page 0,51

me, the way he’d looked at me last night. He’d put my ass in the air and rubbed me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen. I bit back a sigh.

Are you stroking yourself? I asked.

Yes, he wrote. Are you watching?

I tilted my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes for a second. Oh, God, I wanted to see that. His hand on his dick, stroking up and down. I could see every detail behind my closed eyelids. My nipples were hard in the cool air of my room.

I made myself open my eyes and type. I’m watching.

Good, Jason wrote. Spread your legs wider.

I did. Okay

Put your hand on your pussy.

I did. Yes

I have my mouth on you, he wrote.

I could feel it, his warm breath, the slide of his tongue. He liked doing that. I slid my fingers into the deep wetness between my legs, and the picture in my mind was so clear I moaned. The sound was soft, but it nearly echoed in the quiet, and I bit it off short. Down the hall, a door closed and footsteps creaked. Another door closed and water ran. Someone was using the bathroom.

Anyone could hear me here. I had to be quiet. But still my fingers stroked, rubbing, sliding.

My phone buzzed. Is it good?

I had to type one-handed. Yes

I’m going slow, he wrote. So slow.

So was I, taking my time, feeling the heat build in my flesh. I imagined his tongue, hot and strong and knowing, just like it had been last night. His stubble against my inner thighs. His silky hair tangled in my hands.

In the hall outside, whoever was using the bathroom creaked back to their room. I held my breath. Stroke yourself harder, I wrote to him.

Fuck, he wrote back.

I was rising, rising. Put your cock in me, I wrote.

Dirty girl, came the reply. Here I come.

My teeth sank into my lip as I bit back the sounds in my throat. My hips lifted off the bed and I imagined Jason, his big body over mine, his hands pinning me, his cock spreading me, spreading me. I arched harder. The phone was slick in my hand. I could feel him, deep inside me, and at the same time I ached.

I writhed on the bed and made myself type. More. More.

Fuck, he wrote, and as the phone vibrated in my hand I crested over the edge and came, swallowing my sounds back down my throat, my pussy slick and wet on my fingers. I rode wave after wave, and when I finished I lay on the bed, sprawled and spent.

There was a long moment of silence. Then a text came through. Did you come?

I could barely move my wrist to reply. Yes. You?

I made a mess, he wrote.

I closed my eyes again. He was torturing me. I could picture his come, splashed on that flat stomach of his, maybe even that broad chest. Dribbling down his ribcage. It would be warm, salty. I like your mess, I sent him.

Good night, dirty girl, he wrote.

I rolled over onto my side, pulling my knees up. I was still naked. My body was humming, loose. Good night, dirty girl. I liked that.

I closed my eyes. I was still holding the phone in my hand when I fell asleep.

Twenty-Two

Jason

You idiot, Carsleigh.

I tilted my head back and stared at the blue sky as the wedding ceremony droned on and on. It was late morning, and the guests were assembled in chairs on the beach, outside the gazebo. Beneath the gazebo roof, the bride and groom were doing the thing we’d all come for. Stephanie looked nice, I supposed. Kyle looked like a generic douche in a tux. Everyone in the chairs watching was dressed to the nines. It was a lovely day, a lovely wedding, with a bunch of lovely people. And I couldn’t shut down my awareness of the woman next to me.

The dress Holly had made her was one of her specialty vintage ones, dark blue silk, sleeveless with a complicated neckline that almost but not quite showed off her cleavage. There was a narrow black belt circling the waist, and below that the skirt hugged her hips and flared a little. It was a classy dress, and still it showed off everything—her shoulders, her tits, her waist, her hips, her slim, strong calves. Her shoes were high heels. She’d tied her hair up, showing the long curve of her neck.

I’d been momentarily speechless when she’d