Elle-Lexy:
Yeah? And what if I like to be punished?
What if my pussy likes it hard and fast? What if it likes to clench around you? Squeeze you with its wetness while you stroke?
I groan, taking several seconds to pump myself harder. I keep a hand on the keys. I can barely type the words.
LukasGriff:
Even better. I want you wet. Are you wet right now?
Elle-Lexy:
Yes…
LukasGriff:
Is it soaked for me?
Elle-Lexy:
Yes, Lukas
LukasGriff:
Touch it, Elena. Put your fingers inside. Feel how fucking good you feel.
Elle-Lexy:
I am Lukas. Its so wet. It feels so good
The more we type, the worse the grammar gets. My hands are shaking. I can’t key the words fast enough.
LukasGriff:
I know baby. I know. Feel me baby. Feel me pumping into you.
Elle-Lexy:
I do. And I cant take it. Im about to explode
LukasGriff:
I want you to come. Come for me Elena
Elle-Lexy:
Im coming...
At her words, I come, releasing myself all over my hand with a muffled moan that resonates deep within my gut.
I slump against the headboard, feeling spent and utterly satisfied. Mmm… that was the fastest I’ve come in months.
Granted, I’ve been sexless for two weeks, and my horniness was at an all-time high, but damn. That was different… and I liked it.
Except now I’m coming down from my high, and reality is sinking in.
I just came over Skype with Elena. I just made Elena come. Kat’s sister.
She hates me. Or… she hated me. I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck is going on…
I roll slowly out of the bed, making my way to my sink where I clean up. When I return, there’s a message already waiting.
Elle-Lexy:
I don’t know what the fuck just happened.
I smirk, typing back.
LukasGriff:
I don’t know what the fuck that was, either. But it was good…
Elle-Lexy:
I don’t know. Look, I’ve got to go.
I scowl, tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
LukasGriff:
Wait. Didn’t you still want to talk about the DJ?
Elle-Lexy:
I don’t know…
Ok, yeah, I guess.
Let’s just talk tomorrow.
My shoulders slump. She’s getting weird on me. This isn’t good…
LukasGriff:
Yeah, sure. That’s fine. You know how to reach me.
A few more seconds pass.
Elle-Lexy:
Yeah, I guess I do…
I’ll talk to you later, Lukas.
But I won’t let it end there.
LukasGriff:
One more thing, Elena…
Elle-Lexy:
Yeah?
LukasGriff:
Coldplay isn’t crap. Good night.
Playing the Odds
The greatest risk is not taking any. – Tim Fargo
ELENA
When I wake up Sunday morning, I open my eyes to discover a foggy day… and an even foggier conscience.
I just had phone sex with Lukas Griffin last night—or Skype sex, text sex—whatever.
Whatever it was… it wasn’t right; it wasn’t appropriate. He’s my future brother-in-law’s best friend… and a regular man-whore—or so I’ve heard.
Kat has given me enough details about Foxx’s friends. She loves them all fiercely, but she did give me the full run-down—the good, the bad and everything in-between.
After all, with me moving to Tampa, I’m going to have to get to know them—at least on a basic level.
But what I’ve done with Lukas far surpasses “basic.” We’ve overstepped a boundary, and now I’m not so sure how to double back.
He called me early this morning, and he never calls. I’m usually the one that reaches out, but now he’s switched things up and I’m nervous—nervous that he’s eager for round two.
And basically… I just don’t need this shit.
This morning, I booked a one-way ticket out of Memphis as soon as I could get dressed and hopped on the most expensive flight of my life to get to Tampa ahead of time to get away from it all—to take a mini-vacation before the party even starts—just for myself.
I’ve got too much on my plate already with moving and planning this party. My closest friend Linda has been calling me for the past few days, and I don’t even have time for her.
I don’t need another complication, and Lukas Griffin—well, he’s a complication.
I always do this. I always let my hormones get me into trouble. That’s how I ended up with my ex, Teddy. I think I was in an ovulation phase, and he happened to be standing by or something.
Ugh.
That’s my problem. I go these long periods without sex, and then at some point, I just crack; I break down and try to hump the closest swinging penis.
And that’s all it was with Lukas—a tiny breaking point. He just caught me at a bad time, is all.
And so what if Kat implied that he was sexy? I’ve never seen his face. He could be the Elephant Man reincarnate, and I could’ve masturbated with the long missing twin of John Merrick—God rest his soul.
One week—less than one week—until I have to meet this man, this stranger who made me climax over Internet message like an over-eager pre-teen.