Page 3 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

I aimlessly scroll through social media while in class and decide to check out my favorite content creators’ site. Sean posted a photo this morning with him shirtless in a Ghostface mask with the caption: “Thirsty Thursday video coming tonight. Don’t be late and miss the party.”

It’s been a few days since I found his account, and I made a profile to follow him yesterday. There is no profile picture and no identifying info to show that it’s me following him. And I’d like to keep it that way.

My last evening of classes before spring break is dragging. I already got my mid-term assignments finished and turned in before I leave tomorrow. My mom bought my Amtrak tickets to get back to Chicago, and it leaves early in the morning.

I’ve enjoyed living in Champaign, but having to go back home to visit is annoying. I’d much rather just stay here than go back home, even for a break. There’s a family picnic this weekend, and of course, it’s at my parents’ house.

Fingers crossed, Sean won’t be there. I don’t know if I can look him in the eyes after the videos I’ve seen of him. I debate whether I should message Sean anonymously on my new profile and see if he even answers.

Feeling brave earlier, I sent him a direct message, not expecting a response. And to my surprise, he responded! My heart races and my cheeks flush in the middle of the lecture. So I sent him another one. No response to that one. But I am looking forward to his new video later.

My heart skips a beat whenever I think about him.

I downloaded all the videos and pictures he’s put up so far, and I can’t get enough.

Every time I look at my phone, I’m disappointed there isn’t more new content for me to see.

Something in my gut tells me it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from wanting more of him.

“See you all in a week!” my professor bellows out as everyone packs their bags and hurries out of the lecture hall.

Finally! I haven’t paid attention in classes this last week, and this semester is filled with bullshit courses to finish my degree.

I can’t wait to finish school and move out of the state.

I’ve been looking at some tech companies that I can work for on the West Coast, and I’m excited to start off fresh in a new place.

As I walk back to my dorm room, I see Stephanie talking with a guy I’ve never seen on campus before.

I push my glasses up my nose to get a better look and finally recognize him.

He’s the guy she started following online last week.

Huh, that’s interesting. I wonder if he goes here.

But, I need to get back to my room and start packing, so I’ll ask her later.

An hour later, I’m packed and ready to go home for a week.

I really wish I was going on a trip with some friends instead, but then I remembered I didn’t really have any friends.

After high school ended, most of the people I hung out with went to different schools and we didn’t keep in touch much afterwards.

Most of my days consist of classes, my part-time remote job I do from my dorm room, and lately, trying to find more of Sean’s content. I become obsessive with things I find fascinating, but my obsession with Sean feels like something entirely different lately.

Since I made the program to work around signing up for his private, paid subscription, I am now able to see everything he posts.

Unfortunately, he hasn’t posted an extra spicy video in a while, and he still has some content that he shot with his ex up.

Not a huge fan of those videos, I much prefer to only see him.

The urge to touch myself while he runs his hands over his body is there, but I stop myself before I do so.

It feels wrong since he’s technically ‘family,’ but then again, he’s not.

I mean, what’s the harm in playing with my vibrator while watching him stroke his huge cock?

It’s not like he would ever know it’s me, even if he answers some of my messages.

I just liked messing with him to see if he would even respond, and to my surprise, he did.

Moments later, Stephanie busts through the dorm room door with a huge smile on her face. My phone lights up at the same time with a notification that Sean has posted his video. Shit, bad timing, Steph.

“What are you so happy about?” I ask in annoyance. Privacy in a dorm room is next to impossible, especially when you have a roommate like mine.

“Do you remember that thirst trap guy I found last week? Well, he goes to school here!” She squeals and throws herself onto her bed. “Oh my god, Michelle. He is so fucking hot! And he invited me to a party tonight! Wanna come?” Her eyes light up like a kid opening presents on Christmas Day.

“Nah, my train leaves early tomorrow, and I’d like to get a few more things done before I go,” I answer back in hopes she gets ready and leaves me alone for the evening.

“Oh, come on!” she whines with a pouty look on her face. Nope, not giving in , I think to myself. “He says he has tons of friends that will be at the party. And if they’re anything like him, I know you’ll like at least one of them!”

“No really, I have work to do, and tomorrow will be a long day already. Go on, have fun. But be careful. You remember what happened last time?” I arch my brow.

At the beginning of the first semester, she went to some frat house party, got trashed or drugged, and doesn’t remember what happened that evening. Or so she says.

“Fine. Okay, I’ll be careful. Well, if I don’t see you in the morning, have a fun trip!” She bounces off the bed and starts rummaging through her closet, looking for something cute to wear, and then hurries off to the showers.

I sigh in relief. She’ll be gone soon, and then I can enjoy the video Sean posted. I haven’t told her anything about him. She has a big mouth and would somehow ruin it, so I’m keeping him all to myself for now.

I hurry through some of my projects that are due next month for my remote job and make some notes for myself. Being home means lots of family time with my parents and siblings, so I won’t have time to do any work. Plus, they don’t know I’m working part-time.

My parents would be upset and think I’m not paying attention in school, so I’ve kept this job to myself for over a year now. Any money I make from it gets put into a bank account they don’t know about. It’s part of my post-graduation plans.

My family is very involved in each other’s lives and it drives me wild.

Ever since I was a child, they’ve involved themselves in every aspect of my life.

I thrive off of privacy, always have. And it has always bothered me how they have no boundaries and never respected mine.

It was one reason I went to school outside of the city.

The further away I am, the less they can be involved.

The door swings open, and Stephanie busts in to drop off her clothes and toiletries. “Okay, I’m headed out!”

“Alright, have a nice night,” I say without looking in her direction. The door slams shut, and I finally have the privacy and peace I need to watch Sean’s video.

I pulled up tonight’s video and the thumbnail picture is of him in gray sweats and the Anubis mask I like so much. A dull ache begins in my lower abdomen as I start the video.

A rock song I’m not familiar with plays low in the background as he stares into the camera, cocking his head to the side and says, “Happy Thirsty Thursday, my feral followers. I heard this was someone’s favorite mask. So enjoy.”

My eyes widen in surprise. Did he really just say that?

He must have remembered our conversation from earlier.

A huge smile spreads across my face and my cheeks redden, almost in embarrassment.

But then he takes a step back and you can see the outline of his thick cock in those tight, light gray sweatpants.

Holy fuck, I think to myself. I can’t stop staring.

He’s shirtless, and I’m loving all of his ink, most of which I’ve never seen before finding his page.

His muscles are hard and the background lighting makes them stand out even more.

I salivate at the thought of running my tongue down his chest and abs, and peppering kisses along his v-line.

I would take my time worshiping his body before taking his cock in my mouth.

Wetness pools in between my legs and I find my hand traveling down my pants while I keep watching him. He’s touching his chest and his hand slowly goes down further until it’s in his pants, stroking his cock.

He throws his head back in ecstasy, and I imagine it’s my hand in his pants stroking his thick length.

Instead, my hand is down my pants, circling my throbbing clit.

I’m soaked, and I’m not ashamed. My orgasm is building quickly, and my breathing picks up.

Sean is doing the same, and I notice a wet spot on his pants from pre-cum.

I slide a finger inside of myself while I pretend it’s his finger inside of me.

The sound of his deep groans has me sliding two more fingers into my wet pussy, filling myself up.

The thought of it being his cock filling me instead brings me to the edge, but it’s what he says next that makes me come.

“You’re mine, and you don’t even know it.”

Fuuuck , the sound of his deep voice makes me shudder in release. I slam the laptop shut and pull my fingers out of my drenched cunt. My heart is slamming hard against my ribcage. Although I want to watch him finish, I can’t bring myself to. Not tonight. I’ll save that for later.

In the meantime, I will make sure to charge my vibrator before I leave for the week.