Page 13 of The Boy I Loved

My lips parted in disbelief. He…wanted nudes? I was under the impression he wasn’t interested in me anymore. My head swam with confusion. I’d seen him grinding against Stacy earlier. Why didn’t he just fuck her?

The thought was a bitter one to swallow.

Reluctantly, I drifted over to my bed, setting my phone down on the mattress. With shaky hands, I tugged my dress over my head, discarding it on the floor before unclasping my bra and wiggling out of that, too. Next went my shoes and panties. The cool air had my nipples pebbling, but there was also a rush of excitement. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so compliant after the way he treated me, but a part of me was grateful he was even talking to me at all.

After situating myself on the bed, I snapped the photo and sent it to him.

Dom

Fuck. They’ve gotten bigger. Can I see your pussy?

My breath caught in my throat. Hesitantly, I angled my phone between my legs, attempting to snap a decent photo for him. The first few came out all weird, but after the third try, I managed to get it.

The next time my phone went off, I was greeted with an image. His hand was wrapped around his hard dick, a bead of precum coating the tip. The lights were dim, but I could tell by the comforter lying off to the side that he was in his old room—the one at his mom’s house. My thighs tightened, and my breathing grew deeper.

Dom

Have you fucked anyone else?

Me

No.

I paused, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Me

Have you?

Dom

It’s complicated.

My heart tightened painfully again, knowing that was the key word foryes.I thought that with him going to this correctional camp, he would be surrounded by a bunch of guys. But if he had the freedom to get all those tattoos, then what else was he allowed to do? My phone pinged with another text, and I glanced down at it immediately.

Dom

I’m going to Facetime you.

My throat constricted, confusion twisting all my thoughts into a jumbled mess. His conflicting personality was giving me whiplash. When my phone vibrated with an incoming call, I accepted, inverting my camera so he could see me. He had his showing his dick, his hand pumping up and down while his heavy breathing filled the screen. Heat spread through my stomach; my skin growing way too hot from the sight of him like this.

“Touch yourself for me,” he rasped, his voice coming out low and strained, almost like he was in pain.

Turning my camera back the other way, I let my legs fall open, dropping my hand between my thighs. If anyone else had asked me to do this, I’d tell them to get bent. But Dominic was different. Everything about him was different. My fingers skated over my pussy, dipping between my lips as I pushed them inside. I was already wet from our messages, so they slipped in with ease.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I wish I was there right now.”

I licked my lips, swallowing the whimper threatening to escape. There were so many things I wanted to ask him, but didn’t want toshatter this moment. If this was all I could get from him, so be it. The alternative was worse.

“Why aren’t you, then?” I shot back, my voice coming out breathier than intended.

He blew out a ragged breath, his hand tightening around his angry, red cock. “It’s too risky.”

Too risky? What the hell was going on?

“No more questions, H. I just … I just need this. For tonight. Can you do that for me?”

My teeth sank into my lower lip, a current of dread wrapping me in a familiar caress.For tonight.Meaning that this probably wouldn’t happen again. He didn’t need to say the words. He was always careful with the way he spoke—direct. He always told it like it was.