Olive's P.O.V.
The man that makes you scream: What is my Rose up to today?
I have yet to reply to his text. I had been staring at it for hours deciding on whether or not I should text back. I had ignored it earlier because I wanted to focus on mom. Now that I am back at Hailey's penthouse, we were both weighing my options.
"He could very well like you. I mean look, he's texting you the very next day." Hailey argued. She was very obviously team get together with Lucas.
"I don't know, Hails. I feel like I should just avoid him right now. Between school and my mom, now isn't the time for a boyfriend." I sighed.
"Fine, no boyfriend, but you can still sleep with him. Didn't you say he was the best sex you'd had?" She tapped her elbow with me playfully.
"Yes, but I'm worried I'll get too attached. I keep hoping it will be more, but it really shouldn't be. It's just complicated with him, and I don't need that." I shook my head.
"Well, uncomplicate it. Do what you did the first night, make it only about sex, no going out. No meeting each other's friends or family, just plain old hooking up. Keep the texts to a sexual nature too." She suggested.
"I don't know, Hails, that feels like I'd be playing with fire." I was reluctant, but at the same time sex sounded so good right now. I need a distraction from mom's current condition and I know Lucas would be able to provide me with the best kind.
"Just do it one more time and if you feel like you can't keep your feelings separated then break it off. Don't just leave him hanging." She suggested. She was really laying it on thick.
"Fine." I finally caved. "But what the heck do I say? 'Sorry I took so long to reply, I was busy with my cancer ridden mother' seems like too much of a bummer."
Hailey squeezed my hand, feeling sympathy for me. Her face showed me that she wished things could be different. I wished the same.
"How about you say you were having some me time." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"You want me to tell him that I'd been masturbating for the past couple of hours?!" I caught on to what she was saying. She laughed at my reaction.
"Well yeah. I bet he'd find that hot."
I let out a laugh at her antics, but decided that was probably the best way to go. I need to keep this conversation centered on s*x.
"Fine, but I'm taking this to my room." I told her, getting off the couch.
"You're no fun!" She complained.
Once I got into my room I locked the door and sat on my bed.
Olive: I was taking care of myself.
I sent the text with a blush on my face. I bit my lip as I waited for him to see it and reply. The suspense was killing me as I saw the three dots appear, letting me know he was typing a response.
The man that makes you scream: Oh? Picture, or it didn't happen ;)
I stared at the text slack jawed, was he calling my bluff, or did he just want a kinky picture. I felt my heart racing and my stomach start to pool with a mixture of nerves and lust. I bit my lip as I undressed, deciding to do what I had said I had already done. I fished my toy out of my underwear drawer.
I somehow managed to prop my phone right and time a picture just right. I took a few as I pleased myself, somehow getting turned on more knowing that he'd see these pictures. I hurriedly sent them as I continued to play with myself, not yet having found my release, but feeling it get close as the vibrator pressed against my cl*t.
The man that makes you scream: Fu.ck, Rose. What are you thinking of while you touch yourself?
His texts were getting me hot as I inserted my toy inside myself. Lucas sent a text at that moment. It was a picture.
The man that makes you scream: I'm thinking of you pleasuring yourself.
The text read under a picture of his hand caressing his erect.ion.
Olive: I'm thinking about how good it would have felt if we could have been able to finish what we started last night.
At this point that really was what I was thinking of. I was thinking of Lucas and his sensual touches. Of his hot lips and large hands that know just how to touch me. I do hate that I keep yo yoing back and forth between wanting to stay away from him and wanting him to fu.ck me every which way.
The man that makes you scream: I would have made it worth your while. I would have undressed you in the living room, before sitting you on my table and eating you for dessert.
His texts were only dampening my core further.
The man that makes you scream: After you would have cum on my face, I would have kissed you so deeply that you would taste yourself on my tongue. I would have carried you to my recliner and had you on your knees bent forward. Can you guess what I would have done next?
I felt my breathing and my pace quicken as I read his texts, imagining the things he was saying.
Olive: You would have gripped my hips firmly as you stretched me with your d*ck. I would have moaned loudly at how good it felt to have you inside me. Then you would have thrust inside me, inevitably making me scream your name.
I could feel myself getting close to reaching my peak, pulling the vibrator back out to my cl*t.
The man that makes you scream: Shi.t Rose. I would have kept thrusting into you after you came again. I would have had you stand and bent you over the arm of my couch, inserting myself back inside you as I played with your sensitive cl*t, until you clenched my d*ck again as you came. Eventually, I would have joined you over the edge.
I started a voice recording, feeling myself getting close. I moaned low into the phone, letting his name slip between my lips as I came over my fingers and the vibrator. As my breathing came back to normal, I stopped the recording and sent it to Lucas. About 5 minutes later, I got a picture message back. It was of Lucas' c*m all over himself with a text message under it.
The man that makes you scream: That was the hottest thing I'd ever been sent. I hope you know I'll be saving that for all eternity ;)
I felt myself blush with a heat of embarrassment washing over me. I didn't think about him saving these things. It felt nice knowing he found it so hot. I'd done nothing like this before, and it was fucking hot.
Olive: Just as long as no one else sees it.
The man that makes you scream: Don't worry, Rose, it's for my ears only.
I got cleaned off, leaving him on read because I had nothing else to say. I was going to keep this strictly sexual as Hailey advised and see how it goes. I won't let my heart or my head get ahead of me again.
The man that makes you scream: Want to get a bite to eat tonight?
He texted again, trying to confuse me with his forward advances, making it seem like he wants more than sex, even though he doesn't.
Olive: No thanks, but I'll come over for a nightcap if you want ;)
Strict sex.
The man that makes you scream: It is like all you want me for is sex 3:)
Olive: You catch on quick.
Normally, I would have digested his text, wondering if he wanted more. I would have obsessed over what he meant by it, but now that I've kept it just about sex, it didn't matter. I am convincing myself that all I want from him is sex.
The man that makes you scream: My apartment, 8 o'clock. Wear something easy to slip out of.
Olive: See you then.
If I keep telling myself that it's just sex, maybe my heart will start to believe it, too.