Afterglow ❃ l.m.j

• chapter thirty one •

warning: short smut chapter

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I shimmied my way into a pair of black lacy lingerie later that night, the alcohol fading but my thoughts still swarming around one person. I had an unopened bottle of red wine that since coming home had become my best friend. I took another sip, looking over at my phone. I wanted to text her, call her, something to get her attention. I'd been thinking about it too long.

I tapped my phone case in impatience. The worst that could happen was she didn't answer, right?

I opened my phone and moved to our chat before I talked myself out of it.

Hey.

I ran a hand along my neck, shivering at my hair that tickled my nape. My phone buzzed in my hand, once, then twice.

Hey.
Everything okay?

I missed you, I thought to say, cringing after the fact. Fuck, Lauren, how corny could you be? You're just friends, texting something like that could chase her away.

Instead I sent, nothing, just thinking of you.

I bit at my lip in anticipation. Her chat bubble appeared then disappeared. Appeared again.

Yeah?

God, she was so testy. I smiled at the message, giddiness driving through me. She texted again.

What exactly are you thinking about?

I went to go text a reply back when I thought of something. I positioned myself in front of my full length mirror, my ass the focal point of the picture before there was a flash and a send.

The things you'd do to me if you were here, I added.

A rush ran through my chest just looking at the message. I could imagine her now. Her eyes zeroing in on my body, steps slow and calculated. The scent of rose enveloping me as she climbed into my lap to ride me. The sounds of her ripping the lingerie later. I closed my eyes with a shaky breath.

Her next text was just as exhilarating.

Count your blessings. You wouldn't last in that around me.

Take it off. I want the pleasure of ripping that off of you when I get back.

I shifted around, the growth between my thighs already feeling insatiable. The ideas in my head of ways to tease her were endless. I pulled the straps of my bra down, taking a photo of my chest on full display.

I waited a few moments to feign innocence. Then I texted, I'm sorry. Did you mean everything?

I waited for a text back. What I didn't expect was her name to flash across my screen. I put the phone to my ear, biting back a smile.

"Yes?"

Her background was silent. And her voice, as alluring as it was in the moment, felt like home.

"What are you doing to me?"

I ran a hand over my nipple, the sensation feeling vulnerable from every other urge pulling at me. I'm sure my breath sounded a bit shaky over the phone now.

"I'm not doing anything."

"I'd have you to myself right now if I could." I dipped my head at the thought. "Have you in my lap, my nails on your back, kissing you anywhere and everywhere. Is that what you want to hear?"

My voice was breathy. "Yes."

"You know what I miss the most? Riding you. Making you cum... The way you look so shy every time. How swollen your lips get when I kiss you. How you never seem to want to come up for air."

I spread my legs at the sound of all the things she's done to me. My fingers pulled and prodded at my piercings, the sensation now driving me wild.

"When are you coming back?" I sighed.

She teased even further. "Why? Do you miss the way I fuck you?"

My face was warm. I felt ashamed to say the answer even if no one was in the house except me.

"Yes."

I could hear the smile of satisfaction in her voice.

"You're touching yourself, aren't you? Missing me so bad that you just couldn't wait?"

I let out a low moan.

"Imagining those are my hands all over you... Look at you. Getting all worked up over a memory. Ready to fuck yourself because you can't fuck me. Just think about it, Lauren. It'd feel so good having your fingers inside me. Making me cum again and again. My moans in your ear. Don't you miss me?"

"Yes." I whispered. I let my hands wander down to my length, stroking slowly.

"No, I want to hear you say it."

My hands sped up, my eyes tightening from the pressure. My breathing hitched. My voice was still barely above a whisper. "Normani, please. I miss you, I miss you fucking me, I miss feeling you."

She chuckled. Her confidence oozed through the receiver. "Good. Because when I get back, I plan on fucking you for hours. And I'm not letting up until I say we're done. So get your sleep now."

She clipped the call. My grip tightened on the phone as my other hand worked so hard at satisfying that urge that she so well tugged at. God, the thought of her fucking me at all, much less for hours drove me insane. My entire body pulsed under the heat of my own orgasm. Warm ribbons of cum filled my hand. I wiped at the sweat on my chest with the back of my other hand. I took a moment to look at my phone.

A new text from Normani.

She sent me a picture back.