Page 10 of Stalked

“Fuck,” I groan, picturing Lia's face as my crude message hits her screen.

So hard for you right now. Been thinking about you all day. Wanna see what you do to me?

The message shows as read immediately. She's right there, watching the conversation unfold in real time. My body thrums with anticipation, waiting for those three dots to appear, for her to type something back—anything. But a minute passes. Then another.

The silence only makes me harder. I can picture her perfectly—flustered, maybe biting that full bottom lip of hers, not knowing how to respond but unable to look away.

She hasn't told me no. And Lia Morgan always says exactly what she thinks.

“That's what I thought,” I mutter, angling my phone above my sweatpants. I push them down, gripping myself at the base, making sure to catch the head where I'm already leaking. The camera flash briefly brightens my darkened room.

I check the photo—explicit enough to make her squirm, clear enough that there's no mistaking how big I am. Perfect.

I hit send without hesitation, watching as the image uploads, delivers, and then—those two blue checkmarks again.

She's seen it. No going back now.

My phone vibrates in my hand, screen lighting up with her reply.

What the hell, Vane?

I grin, running my thumb over her words. Not outraged enough to ignore me. Not telling me to fuck off. Just those four words—enough to tell me she's flustered but not enough to make me stop.

Without hesitation, I hit the video call button. My heart pounds as it rings, one, two, three times. She's going to decline. She has to. But then?—

The call connects.

Lia's face fills my screen, her cheeks flushed pink, pupils blown wide. She's lying back against her pillows, hair spread around her like a dark halo. Fuck, she looks beautiful.

“Are you out of your mind?” She hisses, voice low. “I could screenshot this conversation and report you.”

I laugh, the sound deep in my chest as I angle the camera to show my face while keeping my hand moving slowly over my cock, out of frame.

“But you won't,” I say, watching her eyes dart down to where my arm is moving. “And you wouldn't have answered if you weren't at least a little turned on. Who picks up a video call from the guy who just sent them a dick pic while he's still stroking his cock and thinking about eating her pussy?”

Lia sucks in a sharp breath, her lips parting. She doesn't respond, doesn't hang up. Just watches me with those wide amber eyes.

“Want to see what you do to me, Lia? Want to watch me jerk off for you?”

She still doesn't speak, but after a moment of hesitation, she gives a barely detectable nod.

“Good girl,” I murmur, lowering the camera.

The moan that escapes her lips at those two words sends electricity straight through me.

I reach over to my nightstand, grabbing the phone stand I use for watching videos. Setting it up at the foot of my bed, I position my phone perfectly to capture my full body stretched out on the mattress.

“Much better,” I say, settling back. “Now I can use both hands.”

I stroke myself slowly, watching Lia's face on the screen. Her eyes follow the movement of my hand, her breath coming quicker now.

“Touch yourself for me, baby,” I say. “You don't have to show me, but I want to know you're rubbing that pretty virgin cunt while you watch me.”

Her eyes snap up to meet mine, narrowing. “How do you know I'm a virgin?”

I laugh, never breaking rhythm. “Come on. It's common knowledge. The perfect Lia Morgan, too busy with debate team and AP classes to let some fumbling high school boy between her thighs.”

She narrows her eyes further, opening her mouth to argue, but just then, I twist my wrist, and the shot of pleasure is intense. A moan tears from my throat, deep and unrestrained, as pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock.