I’m home.
Move to Chicago.
I have three bathrooms I can fuck u in.
The last message wasn’t sent that long ago, maybe twenty minutes. I’m drunk enough that calling him seems like a great idea.
He answers on the second ring. “Hey.” He sounds like maybe he was sleeping.
His gritty voice wakes all my corresponding parts up. “That’s quite the pitch.”
“Are you sold?”
“So alluring.” There’s a little slur to my words. Randy picks up on it.
“Are you drunk?”
“Nope.”
“You totally are.”
“Sunny and me might’ve had a little wine. I’m staying at her place for a few days.” I don’t know why I tell him this. It’s completely irrelevant.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Fine. Anyway, I’m coming to see Sunny’s new place over the holidays.”
“You mean you’re coming to see my bathrooms?”
“Those, too.”
“We’re gonna have a sleepover.”
“So far sleepovers with you haven’t included much sleep.”
“How long you gonna be here? A couple days? A week?”
“Sunny said something about the twenty-third to the twenty-eighth, but we might stay longer. I don’t know yet.”
“You’re not spending Christmas with your mom?”
“We’re not exactly seeing eye to eye on things right now. And she’s probably spending the holidays with Tim-Tom.”
“Who?”
“Her new boyfriend.”
“Is he the reason for the dissension?” Randy asks.
“Part of it.” Why can’t I lie like normal people?
“What’s the other part?”
“My not coming home last night.”
“You’re in trouble for not coming home? Are you lying about your age or something? Are you really seventeen and you just look older because you wear makeup that looks like you’re not wearing makeup?”
I snort. “It would explain my mostly prepubescent body.”
“Don’t talk shit about your body. I fucking love your body. Especially when you’re naked and I’m on top of you, and even more when I’m inside you. Shit. Now I’m hard. Again. You’d think after last night and this morning I’d be done with the hard-ons.”
“Your dick giving you problems?” This is easier than conversation about my family. All his attention isn’t because he wants to date me. We just have insane chemistry, and he wants to fuck a million orgasms out of me.
“My fantasies about you are what’s giving my dick problems. If you move here, they don’t have to be fantasies; I’ll get to live them out all the damn time. Then my dick wouldn’t be such a problem for me.”
“If I was there I’d put your dick on lockdown.” I have to pause and choke back a laugh. “In my vagina prison.”
“How soon can you get here?”
“Not for another two weeks.”
“Damn it. Prison never sounded so cozy before.”
“I’ll keep him locked up the entire time I’m in Chicago, if you want. We might actually get thrown in real prison, though, if we have to go out in public. And it might make our friends uncomfortable.”
“Miller and I are pretty open. I’m sure he won’t mind.”
I blush and snicker. “Anyway, it’s late. I should go.”
“Because you have to work in the morning?”
“Yup.”
“’Kay. I’mma go whack off to the pictures I took of you while you were sleeping last night.”
“Lies! I didn’t fall asleep.”
“You totally did. For about ten minutes. Night, Lily girl. I’m looking forward to spending time in * prison.”
Less than a minute later, I get a text. It’s a picture of me with my head on his chest. I’m definitely asleep. And we’re both naked. My hand is curled up under my chin, my lips are parted, and my hair is damp near my forehead. Randy’s smiling, and his stunning, honey-colored eyes are on the camera.
Another message comes from him:
Look at how gorgeous ur
My tummy flutters. He’s such a flirt and a charmer.
Another message comes in. This time it’s a video. It’s exactly the same scene as the picture, only not a still frame.
With his eyes still on the camera, he drags a fingertip down my cheek. “Lily, Lily, Lily, wake up for me.”
I moan in my sleep, but lift my head toward his voice.
“Come on, baby, open your eyes for me.”
I watch my lids flutter, another soft sound escaping. Randy’s not looking at the camera any more, he’s focused on me. “There you are. Didn’t I tell you? No time for sleeping tonight.”
“No time,” I murmur.
“That’s right. Where am I supposed to be right now?” His voice is whisper quiet, his chest rising and falling faster as I lift my head, blinking blearily up at him.
My lips curve into a coy smile. “Inside me.”
The video goes blurry when his mouth finds mine. His groan is the last thing I hear before the screen goes blank.