Page 11 of Right Number, Wrong Man
HAILEY
Hollywood often predicts that the world will end with a zombie virus turning humanity into mindless, flesh-eating monsters. But I think the world might end tonight—with a horny plague.
Why else is everyone so sexed up?
Though I can’t pretend I’m not infected, standing in the screening room with damp panties and hard nipples practically poking holes through my dress. But it’s not my fault. It’s everyone else’s.
First, Andrea kept talking about Colt’s body and what he’d be like in bed. After that, I couldn’t even look into his eyes without my intrusive thoughts mentally stripping him.
And then the man himself threatened me with an actual spanking . That part still feels like a fever dream.
Colt has never touched me before, but when he grabbed my wrist, my heart took a nosedive into my belly.
Out of disgust , of course.
I scoff. The world has truly lost its mind. That video thumbnail on my phone is the last piece of evidence, because I’m staring at the big, pierced cock of the stranger who threatened to call the authorities over my pussy vids.
Damn, the silver jewelry is pretty. He has piercings on the underside of his shaft, reminding me of rungs on a ladder. One piercing goes vertically through the tip of his cock, the metal balls on the end perfectly placed to hit a woman’s g-spot.
Hold up, is that a thing? Piercings to pleasure his partners? Now, that’s the kind of altruism I could get behind.
But I know one person who’d never get piercings down there: Colt. He’s too strait-laced. He doesn’t even have tattoos!
Oh my God, why am I thinking of Colt again ?!
Andrea has cursed me. If I need therapy now, I’ll make her pay for every hour.
I should delete this video and block the rude, pierced stranger, but my finger hovers over the trash can icon. Why am I hesitating? With a few taps I can get him out of my hair and?—
I press play.
Guess you win this round, Horny Me .
The room in the video is dark, blue light dimly illuminating the stranger’s lower body. I can’t see his face, but I’m much more interested in the current view, anyway.
A thin happy trail leads to a patch of trimmed hair at his crotch, his massive dick rising proudly from it.
He grips the base, stroking languidly. The muscles in his forearms bunch and his big hands look like they’ve been carved by an ancient Greek sculptor.
Are veins supposed to be this sexy? Don’t even get me started on his abs…
Why is it always the cocky assholes who win the genetic lottery?
Heavy, ragged breaths and guttural moans drift from the speakers as he pumps his length faster, pre-cum pearling from the engorged, reddened head.
How badly I want to count his piercings with my tongue while he slides down my throat until I choke…
I’m tempted to text him my unfiltered thoughts, but I’ve never sexted before. This is sexting, right?
I cringe. Only I would overthink my response to a dick vid.
But maybe there are unspoken rules or he’s just trying to make me feel better about my own dirty clips.
Me
Is showing me your bejeweled dick part of your apology?
Unknown
No, Sugar. I want payback for how hard your video made me last night. You’ve been on my mind all day… You and your pretty pussy, stretched around that vibrator... I want to turn you on like you turned me on.
I choke on air and my cunt clenches. Wow, he’s bold. Mike was never this direct with me.
Unknown
But first you gotta tell me if you’re into this. If it ain’t your thing, I won’t bother you again.
Bold and sweet with a dirty mouth? Jackpot!
Me
I like what I see…
Unknown
Then show me what that video of my cock did to you. I want to see your pussy spread and dripping. Be a good girl for Daddy.
Daddy?!
Electricity blooms under my skin. No. Do I have a Daddy kink?
My clit throbs in response.
Fuck, I think I have a Daddy kink!
My eyes flick around the room. Colt has gone home and I’m alone in the building. It should be fine…
I prop up my phone on a first-row seat, pointing the front camera at the big screen.
My heart pounds as I press record and step back until my lower body fills the frame.
Hips wiggling, I slip a hand under my skirt and pull down my panties, silently thanking Past Me for wearing a good pair today.
Pale pink satin with purple flowers and a cute bow on the front.
After taking off my underwear I hold the damp spot in the crotch into the camera. “Your turn,” I say.
When I send the short clip, he answers immediately.
Unknown
It’s still your turn, you little tease. I told you what I want. Get to it.
Me
Not fair! You already have a full collection of videos of me.
Unknown
Fair is a weather condition, Sugar.
None of those videos were meant for me. You said you sent them by accident and I want one just for me. Record yourself fucking your fingers, knowing I’ll be the only one to watch that clip. Knowing I’ll be the one getting off on it.
He doesn’t know my name but he’s already possessive? That’s a big, fat red flag—and unfortunately blazing hot.
A red flag on fire.
Unknown
You got a choice to make. Obey me and this game continues. Or you can be a fucking brat and I’ll block this number.
My jaw drops with a gasp. He has no right to order me around!
While I channel my outrage into a text, another message interrupts me.
Unknown
I see you typing, but I don’t want an answer. I want you to put those nimble fingers to good use playing with your cunt. Send me a video of you edging yourself. Clit only, no penetration. You’re not allowed to come until I say so.
Do it or I’m gone.
I fight back the impulse to throw my phone across the room and hurl my panties onto the front row instead. My ribs tighten with anger, but heat rises between my legs. Desperate for stimulation, I press my thighs together and my slick pussy aches at the friction.
This man is infuriating! Doubly so because even though I’m pissed off, my body tingles all over.
Didn’t I want to be more spontaneous and adventurous?
My hands shake with adrenaline as I hop up on the pedestal below the movie screen. Unfolding the kick stand on my phone case, I angle the device at me and hit record.