I can’t match Connor for confidence, but W.W.S.F.G.D.? Because Secret Folder Girl—the version of myself I hide away on my phone’s camera roll? She’d totally have this situation on lock.
Somewhere deep down, that girl is me.
“I can do this.” Sucking in a breath, I nod.
This time it’s live instead of when I last tried to flirt with pictures, where I could gather my confidence and walk away when it became too much to email back. But that was years ago now. It wasn’t even—
Shaking my head, I push those dark memories aside. I can’t let what happened then cloud my thoughts every time I think about other guys. My throat is tight when I swallow. Will it always be like this, the secret I carry following me and tainting every romantic experience?
“No,” I say firmly, almost growling the denial.
Determined to get this right, I pop up from the chair and switch to the bed. I move my seal plushie out of the way, stuffing it behind the pillows so Wyatt won’t see it and tease me. I’m playing around with different positions, slipping one of the romper straps so it drapes off my shoulder without fully popping a nipple out when my phone pings.
Wyatt: Are you being a bad girl, getting off thinking about me if I was there with you? I’m waiting to see what else you’ve got. Don’t finish without me. Show me how you’re touching yourself.
Thea: I wasn’t!
Crap. I replied before I could think about whether or not it was protocol. Damn my lack of filter when I get going.
Wyatt: [smirk emoji] You weren’t? Are you a good girl, then? Waiting for me to tell you how to make it feel good?
God. Heat pulses between my legs. My thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment as I gather the courage to reply.
Thea: What would you do if you were here?
Wyatt sends another picture, this one a close up of his parted lips with his tongue licking across the bottom one.
Wyatt: First I’d want to lick that hot little birthmark on your thigh. Anyone ever told you it looks like a sun? I love the taste of sunshine.
I glance at my leg. Huh. I guess so.
It’s not what I expected him to say and I tip my chin up, telling him as much.
Thea: Not a kiss on the lips?
The conversation goes quiet for a minute, then he sends a recorded voice clip. Just when I adjust to his pace, he changes it up on me. Holding my breath, I tap play.
“Oh, sunshine. You want me to kiss that sweet little mouth? Mm, I don’t know if you could handle it.” His deep, raspy chuckle makes my clit throb as his voice rolls over me. “If that’s what you want, I’d kiss you all over…starting with that fucking sexy birthmark.”
I’ve never heard him sound like this, so in charge and aware of exactly what effect his voice has on me. I’m more used to his kind smiles and enthusiastic laugh. There’s a rustle and a faint groan. Is he—? I think he is.
He’s totally stroking his dick while recording what he said.
It makes me warm all over, my skin electrified and sensitive to the ruffled material of my purple bedspread. My thighs squeeze together to get some relief from the sensual desire he stirs in me. I glance at the door to make sure it’s still locked. Having Mom walk in without knocking right now would suck.
Thea: Then what would you do?
Wyatt: I’d have to touch those tits next. Stroke them nice and light until your nipples are aching from how tight they pucker.
I’m a little disappointed I don’t get to hear these words in his voice, but what he says gets me hot anyway. Unconsciously, I’ve begun dragging my nails over the tops of my breasts, teasing the edge of the delicate lace lining the romper. My nipples demand attention, but I hold out, waiting to see what else he’d do.
Wyatt: Bet those nipples are pretty and pink. They hard for me, baby?
Thea: Yes. I need you to touch them.
Another photo comes through and I suck in a sharp breath. He pulled down his sweatpants just enough to reveal the base of his erection. His thumb and finger are curled around it. I lick my lips and shift around, debating grabbing a pillow to shove between my legs.
Thea: Would you kiss them next?
Wyatt: Yes. Pull down your top so I can suck on them. I’m going to bite them until you cry out.
Releasing a strained whimper, I peel off the thin straps and gasp when the air hits my bare skin. My nipples are pebbled, almost throbbing from how turned on I am. I palm my breast with one hand, pinching each nipple to simulate being bitten. My back arches and my clit aches with need. I almost drop the phone from my other hand.
Wyatt: Tell me how it feels.
A whine gets stuck in my throat while I fumble the phone, my typing getting sloppy as I keep rolling my tingling nipples beneath my palm to feel the tiny electric jolts it sends to my core. I wish he was here, laying next to me so I could smell him, feel his smile against my skin.
My stomach flips when he sends another recorded text.
“Fuck, baby. Can’t even type straight, huh? You’re so sexy.” His voice is a hoarse growl over the faint slap of skin. He’s jerking himself off harder. “Show me.”
My heart thuds as I rub my thighs together to alleviate the tight coil of tension he’s worked me into.
Thea: What?
His response is immediate.
Wyatt: Show me how I’m touching you, baby. I need to see you. Take a pic to prove you’re being good and doing what I’m saying.
I sink my teeth into my lip. Can I do that?
This all feels so good, way better than I’ve ever made myself feel when I’ve touched myself beneath the sheets in the dark. I don’t just mean physically, either. Talking to him was scary at first, but it’s getting easier once it’s clear he isn’t waiting to laugh at me.
It’s like he sees me, the real me from my secret folder.
My confidence rises and I take a picture of my tits squeezed between my arms, one hand pinching a nipple as my lips part on a gasp. The material of my romper bunches around my waist and the flush in my cheeks is visible.
After I send it, he replies with a recorded text that’s a long groan. It takes another minute for him to respond.
Wyatt: Good girl. So good. Now, slide those fingers between those lips and suck them real good.
Thea: Like this? [Photo attachment]
My lips are wrapped around two fingers to the second knuckle, puckered and plump. The way I angled the photo, I left more of my bare tits in the frame than my face and the dirty result drives my confidence higher. I like how wanton I appear.
Wyatt: Holy fuck. Yes, like that. Fuck.
Thea: What next? Tell me how to make myself feel good for you.
Wyatt: Mm yeah, that’s good, baby. You’re killing me, you sexy as fuck little minx. Need those lips on my cock.