Chapter eleven

Istorm into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind me. I don’t need the others following me, making sure I’m all right or whatever. I know I’ll get questioned in the morning for my weird-ass exit.

I’m so annoyed at myself. I can’t believe I nearly came in my pants from Ryder stroking my neck. His callused fingers on my skin felt so right that my cock wept. Just imagining what those fingers could do to the rest of my body got my poor dick so hard. I palm my cock, trying to get some relief, but it’s useless.

Fuck it.

What was he doing being all touchy like that? A tiny spark of hope ignites in the back of my mind.

I douse that motherfucker quickly.

No way am I going to hurt my own feelings with hope. I am going to take a nice long shower, and then I’m going to put on my sexiest nightie and fuck myself silly on my favorite dildo.

With that decided, I make my way to the bathroom and turn the shower on, letting the water get to the right temperature. I pull out my phone and see I have a few messages. Another group chat has been created.

Heart to Hart

Gio: Need me to punch Ryder?

Tucker: Hey, man, are you okay?

You can definitely tell who’s my bestie and who’s my new friend.

Me: Thanks, guys, but I’m okay. He was just very cuddly tonight, and it was torture.

Ugh, I want him to cuddle me and mean it. I have fantasized about what it would be like to snuggle with Ryder. I never imagined it would be this painful.

Me: I’m going to jump in the shower and go to bed. Chat tomorrow.

I don’t bother seeing if they reply. I put my phone on the vanity and watch myself get undressed in the mirror above the sink. Objectively, I think I’m good-looking. People hit on me quite often. I wonder what Ryder would think of my naked body. I’m a little bigger than he is. I’ve seen him hitting on guys bigger than me, so I don’t think my size is an issue. I’m tan, and I have muscles. I don’t think I’m anything overly special, but I’m not sad about my body.

I get in the shower and let the water crash over me. I’ve had a lot of fun, but it’s been a long day. Actually, it’s been a long start to the school year.

I don’t know when things changed with Ryder, but it’s getting unbearable.

I have a choice. I either tell him how I feel or find someone new.

God, I sound like a whiny bitch.

I concentrate on relaxing and letting the water flow over me, getting rid of any negative feelings.

It doesn’t work, and I’m still horny.

The conditioner is eyeing me up, tempting me to use it. Nope, not today. I have a date with a much more satisfying orgasm.

My cock twitches as I imagine getting fucked in my black nightie. It’s going to feel so good. I don’t even bother lying to myself. I know I’ll imagine it’s Ryder fucking into me.

I don’t know how long I spend in the shower, but I feel a lot better when I get out. I dry myself quickly and thoroughly with the nearest towel, excited for what’s to come.

I open my bottom drawer and pull out the nine-inch dildo I bought from a guy on Etsy who makes interesting sex toys. This one is Mean Girls inspired. Red lipstick kisses all over hot-pink silicone, giving off Burn Book vibes. I chuck it onto my bed before grabbing the lube and my outfit.

The lube lands next to my dildo, and I put on my black satin nightie, ensuring the spaghetti straps don’t fall down my shoulders. It reaches mid-thigh and is edged by black lace.

The feel of it against my skin is divine.

My body comes to life. I need this after Ryder flirting with me for the last few hours. Because I’m pretty sure that’s what was happening. I’m pretty sure he was flirting. I just don’t know if it’s because he actually wants me or because I’m there and he’s been celibate, or whatever.

I lie on the bed, open the bottle of lube, and pour a decent amount onto my fingers. I press a slick finger to my tight hole, enjoying the sensation, imagining it’s one of Ryder’s callused fingers instead. My finger slowly breaches the ring of muscle, and I pump into my hole a few times before adding a second finger. I finger myself briefly before stretching my hole to take my big dildo. I clench around my finger at the thought of hitting my prostate with it.

I groan, my hips thrusting automatically. I’m definitely ready. I remove my finger, my ass sad that it’s empty and lonely. Not for long.

Like I’ve conjured him, I hear Ryder’s voice clearly.

“What are you doing?”

I open my eyes, and standing at the end of my bed is Ryder. His eyes fixate on my slick, stretched hole.

Ah fuck.