Club Endless Fantasy

I guess I’m not the only one that needed something to take the edge off before bed…

Chapter Eleven

Elly

My conversation with Ian left me with a smile on my face and a lot of dirty thoughts in my head. There was no way that I was going to be able to go to sleep without giving myself a date night. Oddly enough, I would probably need a new name for it since I was seeing someone—or maybe I wouldn’t even need to take care of the problem myself if things continued in the direction that they seemed to be heading. Regardless of what I ended up calling it in the future, Ian wasn’t there, so the only choice I had was to take myself to bed.

I can have a little fun in the process. He might still be awake…

I hit the button to confirm that Ian was my Secret Santa, and then I sent him a picture of my dress on the floor. The dress was too expensive to leave laying there, even if I was horny, so I tossed my bra next to it for another picture and gathered everything up. There was no response from Ian, so I sent him a few messages, which also went unanswered. He must have been able to go right to sleep when his head hit the pillow, but there was no way that I was going to be able to do that. I was so turned on that it felt like I had a fever.

I guess he’s just going to have a few dirty messages when he wakes up tomorrow.

When I first got my apartment, date nights were a big deal. I didn’t have a boyfriend, nor did I want one, so I would go all out. A bubble bath, a glass of wine, soft music, and I even had some sexy lingerie that I wore if the mood struck me right. Some would have probably said it was a silly thing to do, but it was my version of a sex life. There was no time for any of that—I was way too excited for self-indulgence or foreplay. I just needed to make myself come so I could go to sleep. I didn’t think that was going to take long at all.

This will be different. I have a real person to think about…

I put a towel on the bed, stretched out on it, and bent my legs at the knee. I normally teased myself a little bit before my finger got all the way to my clit, but I didn’t need it. I moved my hand down my abdomen and rubbed my clit with my finger. I was so turned on after my evening with Ian and our dirty talk on the app that I was extremely wet, and some of that had spread all the way to my clit. I moved my finger in a circle around the hood and felt the pleasure sweep through my body. It had been so long since I brought myself to bliss that I practically orgasmed before I got a rhythm going.

Hopefully, the next time my panties are wet when they come off, I won’t be alone in my bed…

I imagined Ian’s lips against mine—the kiss we shared shattered my reality for a moment before the pieces came back together. His arms felt like the place I had always belonged. That closeness made me feel so warm and wanted. If he could make me feel that good with a kiss and a tight embrace, I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like when the heat really got turned up. He was definitely the guy I wanted to lose my virginity to, and I didn’t care if we hadn’t known each other very long—being with him made me feel things I had never felt before, and I wanted to experience all of my firsts in his arms.

I never wanted to sleep with any of the guys I dated—even when they pushed for more than a kiss at the end of the night. After my not-date with Ian, I was the one pushing…

I never viewed my virginity as a prize that some guy got to win—but I wanted Ian to claim it as his own. I wanted to see the desire that raged in his eyes before he forced himself to pull away—I wanted it to burn with the intensity of a thousand suns when he was inside me. I didn’t just want him—I needed him. I never imagined feeling that way about a guy, but Ian was no ordinary man. He was a diamond in the middle of the city that seemed to have lost the shimmer it used to have. The next time we were together, I was going to make sure it was impossible for him to pull away. I wanted to give him so much more than my heart.

He may have already run away with that…

My finger kept moving against my clit. There was a pressure building up inside me. I slowed down so that I could enjoy the build a little more. I was eager to come, but I was enjoying the fantasy. When I was in Ian’s arms, I could tell that he had a strong physique—I couldn’t wait to see what his suit was hiding. He might have been the master of dad-jokes, but he definitely wasn’t rocking a dad-bod. I didn’t care if I wasn’t the first woman to see it—I had every intention of being the last.

Oh god, I’m gonna come…

A moan started to echo in my throat, and my finger moved faster against my clit. I was almost there. I could feel myself moving close to the edge. My body was screaming for the release that was on the horizon. I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and felt the pressure mounting—then there was a buzz beside me. My eyes opened, and I looked over at my phone to see a message from Ian. I immediately pulled my finger away from my clit like I had just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar—but a smile spread across my face when I read the message that he sent.

Ian: What are you doing, naughty girl?

Elly: Thinking of you…

Ian: Just thinking?

Elly: I might be doing a little more than that. :)

Ian: You’re going to be at the very top of Santa’s naughty list this year.

Elly: If you’re my Secret Santa, then that’s exactly where I want to be.

Ian: I don’t have to bring you a stocking full of switches to do something about that naughty behavior…

Elly: Oh? What are you going to do? Spank me? :)

Ian: I just might…

Elly: If you were here right now, I’d let you. Trust me, I more than deserve it…

Ian: I know. I saw the pictures…

Elly: What were you doing anyway? It took you a really long time to respond.