Fuckface: God. Tell me you’re wet.
Me: Goodnight. Lose this number.
I moan as I close my eyes and imagine Sawyer stroking himself. Hey, just because I hate the man doesn’t mean he isn’t sexy as fuck, and from what I saw earlier, he’s not lacking in that department.
My phone dings again.
Fuckface: You leave me now and I will come back to your room to finish what I started. Touch yourself Blake.
Me: Fuck off! What’s wrong with you?
What’s wrong with me? Fuck, I’m horny. Please keep telling me what to do.
Fuckface: That’s my girl.
Fuckface: I’m so fucking hard. I want you to think about me while you touch yourself.
This fucker. I am thinking about him. Stupid brain. Come on. Come up with s
omeone else to think about.
Oh fuck it. This night has been a shitshow anyway. Might as well finish it off in the worst possible way.
Me: Tell me what you’re doing.
Fuckface: Oh you are such a naughty girl.
Me: That’s not an answer.
I lean back on the bed and wait for him to respond. I press one finger in and then two. I think about how his hands felt on me earlier. How badly I wished those were Todd’s hands with the way he was making me feel. Ugh. Why does he have to be so good at this?
A few minutes pass, and I glance at my phone. No response. Hmm...that’s strange. He’s been responding right away.
Me: Sawyer?
Another few minutes go by, and I already know he’s not going to text back. God. How did I fall for his tricks again? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I finally understand why the girls flock to him the way they do. He makes you feel like you are the most fucking special girl in the world and then leaves you hanging out to dry, panting over him, longing for him, begging for him. Ugh! Motherfucker!
Whatever. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I’ll definitely be thinking about him when I cum. I set my phone back down on the nightstand and use that hand to rub over my clit as my other hand pumps my fingers inside of me.
The angrier I am at Sawyer, the more turned on I get until I am tumbling over the edge so hard. Jesus, usually I can’t make myself cum that hard unless I have my vibrator. What is this man doing to me?
I’m so drained and maybe still a tad tipsy, so I don’t bother getting ready for bed. I lay back against my pillows, and moments later I drift off into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
I felt nauseated when I woke up, so I quickly showered and threw on some shorts and a tank to head down for breakfast. I need some food to soak up some of the drinks from last night. I slept in, but I’m sure everyone else did too after last night, so I’ll probably still run into some people.
I walk into the breakfast buffet area, and I try to quickly grab some food so I can escape before anyone finds me. After last night, I just want to sneak away to eat in my room and then head down to the beach for the day. Even if this is supposed to be a team bonding experience, I doubt anyone will notice if I sneak away for the day.
I am scooping some fruit onto my to-go plate when I feel someone approach me from behind. They are too close to be a stranger, so I know I’m not going to escape without at least saying hello.
“Hey stranger.” I hear Todd’s voice.
I turn and smile at him. “Hey.”
Neither one of us says anything for a moment, and I am starting to feel uncomfortable. He never texted me back last night, and now I don’t know where things stand between us.