Page 62 of More Than Friends

Him calling our time together this Friday a date.

It’s all become too much.

I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want Jude. I need him, even though I know I shouldn’t. I’ve tried to fight it, but it’s no use.

He used to flirt with me, and it was harmless.

Now when he flirts…it feels more intentional. It feels like there’s more behind it. And I can’t pretend not to notice anymore. I notice it all, and now I’m left with the constant feeling of needing him. There’s a constant ache between my thighs that I owe to him and him alone.

I close my eyes as the water sprays down my body.

I know I shouldn’t, but I let my hand drift down until my fingers brush over my clit.

I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I’ve closed my eyes and imagined Jude touching me since I moved in with him. I feel like every night over the last week or two, I’m having to touch myself to thoughts of him just to be able to get to sleep.

My need for him is desperate. And since I can’t have him, pretending it’s him touching me is the next best thing.

I circle my clit once, tingles spreading throughout my entire body at the touch.

I do it again, imagining it is Jude instead of me.

I’ve stared at his hands often, wondering what it’d be like to feel his thick fingers inside me.

I let out a moan as I continue to circle my clit, imagining it’s his hand. I bet he’d tease me just like this. He’d press lightly, going around the most sensitive part of my body before actually giving me what I want and fully pressing his fingers inside.

Heat spreads throughout me, and even with the water running over me, I know I’m soaking wet thinking of him. Icontinue to circle my clit, letting my pace pick up as I wish more than anything that it was Jude doing it instead.

I imagine him kissing me as his fingers explore. Our kiss was brief, just the whisper of our lips against one another, but I am still confident he’s an excellent kisser. I wish I knew more about how he kissed. Would he kiss me nice and slow and draw it out as he continued to touch me? Or would he kiss me with a fiery intensity as his fingers worked slowly against my swollen clit?

God, I wish I knew.

“Jude,” I moan, unable to stop myself.

He’s on the other side of the house and still managing to drive me absolutely wild.

I slowly inch my finger inside myself as I think of him. I think of him in his fitted gray sweatpants. I’d give anything to have him touch me the way I’m touching myself right now. While he played with me, I’d let my fingers drift down his stomach, tracing every single one of his abs that he constantly has on display.

I know I’d tease him. Even if he gave me what I wanted and slowly pushed his fingers inside me, I’d draw it out for him. I imagine letting my fingers trace his waistband as I paid close attention to his every reaction.

Another moan leaves my lips as I slide a second finger in. A delicious tension builds throughout my entire body. I pulse my fingers in and out, but I need more.

I quickly turn off the shower and grab my towel from the hook. There’s a throbbing between my legs from being teased without a release. I slide the towel over my body to dry myself off just enough to leave the bathroom.

My heart races from the rush of pleasure as I make my way to my bed. It’s dark in my room, thanks to the late hour of the evening and because I pulled my curtains shut. There’s enough light filtering in from the bathroom that I’m able to open up thebottom drawer of my dresser and grab my bag of toys. I settle on my vibrator and hastily shove the bag in my drawer and slam it shut.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire. I’ve worked myself up with thoughts of Jude, and I’m now desperate for a release.

I throw my towel to the ground and climb into bed. I haphazardly pull the comforter over me before lying back. My legs shake in anticipation as I let out a heady breath. I adjust my body until I’m comfortable, lining up the head of the vibrator against my clit.

I don’t turn it on at first. Instead, I close my eyes and circle my clit with the tip, going back to imagining it’s Jude doing it instead of a toy. I continue to move in circles around the swollen bud until I need more. Clicking the top of the vibrator, I turn it on and stifle a moan at the pleasure it immediately brings.

It feels so fucking good.

I move my hips as I let the vibrator press against my clit. In a moment, I’ll begin to inch it inside myself, little by little, but for right now, I revel in the feeling of it just pressed against me.

God, I wish it were Jude’s fingers instead. Or even better, the tip of his dick.

Another moan leaves my lips as I imagine him on top of me. I imagine the feeling of his body pressed to mine, of the dirty things he’d say to me as he played with my clit with the tip of his dick.