Page 63 of Hot As Ice

Me

Now I have to bust out my vibrator

Hunter

Do it. And send me a video.

That’s not a bad idea. I put my phone aside and open my bedside drawer. My hot pink vibrator is there, fully charged and ready to go. It was a birthday gift from a friend that I had stowed away for over a year, afraid to actually put it inside me.

I send Hunter naughty pics all the time, but I’ve never sent him any videos. His request has me blushing and so turned on. I take off all my clothes. Grabbing my vibrator, I press the button to turn it on, testing it. It has nine modes, and sometimes I go through all of them in one sitting. I rarely use it, and I hadn’t even used it before sleeping with Hunter, but when he makes me horny and he’s not around, it’s my best friend. I turn it back off.

It takes me a while to figure out how to position my phone so it’ll record me without falling over. I have to prop it up against the headboard and secure it with a book on either side to hold it steady. It’s kind of ridiculous. But you gotta do what you gotta do.

I hit record and position the vibrator at my entrance, slowly pushing it inside me. It doesn’t compare at all to Hunter’s dick, but then again, I don’t think anything does. Once it’s fully inside me, I turn it on and fantasize about Hunter touching me and fucking me. I love it when he pinches my nipples and smacks my pussy, when he ties me up and presses his hand against my throat. When he looks me in the eye and calls me princess.

I come embarrassingly quickly.

Once my breathing is steady again, I watch the video. It’s pretty hot. I think Hunter will like it. Without giving myself time to second-guess myself, I send it to him. Then I hold my breath waiting for his response.

Hunter

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

Me

You like?

Hunter

Are you fucking kidding me?!

Me

Haha

Hunter

I’m tying you to my bed and fucking you for 24 hours when I get back

Me

Can’t wait

It’s easier to sext Hunter and pretend our relationship is nothing more than sex to me. But it’s not just sex to me. Not anymore. Not when every text he sends makes my heart race. Not when every time he locks eyes with me, a destabilizing feeling comes over me. Not when I want to throw myself into his arms every time I see him.

It’s not love, right?

No, it’s not. It’s something else, probably. Infatuation. Lust. Extreme attraction. Obsession. Not love. Not even close. Not to mention, the transactional aspect of our relationship will always prevent us from being more. And maybe that’s for the best.

I wash my vibrator and put it away. An hour later, Becca convinces me to hit up Finnegan’s. Since my other option is to stay home and wait until Hunter’s game is over so he can text me again, I say yes. Becca looks cute in jeans and a cropped baby blue tee that says “Dump Him” across the chest. She wears a fuzzy blue coat over it.

I raise an eyebrow at her mischievous face when I see her. “You know you’re going to piss some people off with that shirt, right?”

She grins. “That’s the idea.”

“Feeling frisky, are we?”

“I have another one if you want to wear it so we can match.”