Silent Desires (Shattered Silence Duet Book 1)
Silent Desires: Chapter 44

I lie in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about my girl. Our girl. She’s perfect. If only she was eighteen and we could get her out of that house. I’m sure there is something going on there. But if she won’t talk to us, or type to us, about what’s going on, then how could we help her?

When she found out about Lisa’s murder, and I saw the sadness and fear in her eyes, I knew, a hundred percent, that she couldn’t have anything to do with the murders. I was already convinced of it, but seeing her reaction with my own eyes cemented it. At that moment, I really wanted to drag her from class and comfort her, but I had to keep my eyes open for other students’ reactions. Someone in that school must know something.

My mind drifts back to Mina, hearing her laugh today was surprising. We thought she had somehow lost her ability to speak, having damaged her vocal pipes in a car accident, but she laughed. We all heard it. Maybe her voice isn’t as damaged as we all thought. Could her muteness be a facade? A way to keep her secrets from us? I doubted it, she didn’t seem like someone who could lie easily, and that’s a pretty big secret to keep.

I wonder, if I kissed her, would she make a sound? Would she groan when I touch her? I know Jasper and I are five years older than her, the others even older, but we can’t seem to help ourselves. Besides, the age gap wouldn’t be an issue if we were all a bit older. Even though she is naive in some ways, in others, she seems much older than a high school student.

My phone pings, and I pull it out, smiling. Jasper told me how their conversation got a little heated last night, and I was a little jealous, to say the least. I want to talk with her like that. I’m already referring to her as my girlfriend in my head, anyway. Although, that word doesn’t even seem strong enough for how I feel about her.

Mina: What do you call an angry carrot?

Me: I dunno?

Mina: A steamed veggie.

Me: That’s terrible.

Mina: Let’s see you do better.

Me: Why did the bicycle fall over?

Mina: Tell me.

Me: Because it was two tired.

Mina: I’m disappointed.

Me: Rude!

Mina: I’m sorry Max, how can I make it up to you? Another joke?

We are supposed to be replaceing more about her home life, and this seems like an organic way to ask.

Me: Tell me what you did this evening.

Mina: I worked on some of my workbooks from Gideon.

Me: On your own?

Mina: Yes.

I pause, trying to devise a delicate way to ask what I want to know. Why she seems to be hiding her intelligence from her mom. At least, I thought she was. I try to come up with a way to word it as a compliment instead of an accusation.

Me: Does your mom know you’re speeding through all this school work like a genius? 😉

Mina: Not exactly.

Not satisfied with that answer, I decide to pry a little deeper.

Me: She doesn’t know you’re doing them, does she?

Mina: It’s complicated.

Me: I’m a good listener.

Mina: Max, I…

Gripping my phone tightly I watch as the three little bubbles repeatedly bounce on the screen then disappear, indicating she keeps trying to write something and stopping. It takes everything in me to hold back from replying as I wait out her response. And when she finally sends another message, I’m glad I waited.

Mina: She can’t know.

Me: Can’t know what, that you’re super smart?

Mina: Any of it. That I’m doing school work, that I’m talking to you guys.

Me: Why not?

Mina: I don’t know how to answer that. Just… it’s for the best.

I want to ask, best for who, but I suspect I’m not going to get any more information from her right now, so I decide to change the topic.

Me: Want to play truth or dare with me right now?

Mina: How do you play that?

Oh my sweet little girl, I grin to myself as I type my reply.

Me: It’s a game. We take turns asking each other truth or dare. If you pick truth, I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully. If you don’t want to, you have to do a dare instead and the same goes the other way if you choose dare.

Mina: Sounds fun but how do we do dares over text?

Me: We’ll figure it out. Do you want to go first?

Mina: Ok… truth or dare?

Me: Truth.

Mina: Why don’t you live with your parents?

Oh shit, she was going in for a hard question straight away. Taking a deep breath, I start typing.

Me: Our parents died in a car crash when we were ten. After that, Jasper and I went into foster care. We ended up in a decent home, but there were a lot of kids there. Eventually, Dom and the guys found us and took us in.

I want to tell her how we studied hard to get scholarships to the same college. And that it was after we graduated that the others found us, but I can’t let her know those details yet.

Mina: Wow. I’m sorry your parents passed away like that. I’m glad you had each other and that the others found you. You all seem like you care about each other a lot.

Me: We do. I’m lucky to have them all.

Me: Truth or Dare?

Mina: Truth.

I hesitate for a moment. I could ask her something about her family, but I had already dug a little tonight. I’d rather turn this conversation into something a little more… enjoyable.

Me: What would you think if I tried to kiss you?

Holding my breath, I anxiously wait for her answer.

Mina: I think I would like that. Truth or dare?

I smile at her response, replying quickly.

Me: Truth

Mina: Are you interested in me as more than a friend?

I’m surprised she feels comfortable enough to ask me that, but I’m so glad she did.

Me: So much more.

Me: T or d?

Mina: Truth

Me: Have you ever touched yourself before?

Mina: No…

I grin to myself. She is so innocent. Do I feel bad for potentially corrupting her? It’s not like I would ask her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

Mina: Truth or Dare?

Me: Truth.

Mina: When’s the last time you touched yourself?

I sigh in relief. If she’s asking that, then my question didn’t cross a line she isn’t comfortable with. Not only that, but knowing that she wanted to know my answer to that sends blood straight to my cock. Reaching into my sweatpants, I squeeze myself as I quickly start to harden.

Me: Right now.

Me: Truth or Dare, Mina.

Mina: Dare.

Bingo!

Me: I want you to slide your hand under your shirt and gently brush your finger over your nipple, back and forth. You have to keep doing that until I tell you to stop. Don’t forget, you can always choose truth if you don’t want to do it.

Mina: Alright… I’m doing it now.

Fuck… I groan as I start to stroke myself at the image of her doing that, wondering what she’s feeling.

Me: How does it feel?

Mina: It’s not your turn to ask. Truth or Dare?

Me: Dare.

It takes her a few minutes to answer.

Mina: I don’t know what to dare you to do.

Me: I can give you three options?

Mina: Yes please!

Me: You could dare me to stroke myself until I come while thinking of you.

You could dare me to send you a photo of my hand around my cock.

Or you could dare me to come and get you and bring you back here.

Mina: The second one.

Holy fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me. I was hoping she’d pick option three, but I’m not surprised. I pull my pants to my knees and snap a shot of my junk in my hand and send it to her, anxiously awaiting her response.

Mina: wow.

Her response makes me laugh and feel a little bolder.

Me: Truth or Dare.

Mina: Truth.

Me: Tell me how it feels, looking at my cock while you touch your nipples.

Mina: It feels… strange. I feel pressure between my legs, like my chest is connected directly to it. The faster I rub, the stronger the pressure is. And when I look at your picture, the pressure almost hurts. My nipples have gotten hard and I feel like I need to release the pressure.

Fuuuuck. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever read. I can’t believe she’s so… descriptive.

Me: Good girl for telling me all of that. I’m getting harder just imagining you touching yourself right now.

Mina: T or D?

Me: T.

Mina: Tell me what you would do if I was in your bed with you right now.

Me: Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me. I don’t think you’re ready to hear that yet.

Mina: Does that mean you want a dare instead?

I consider that. It might be going a little overboard if I typed out everything I wanted to do to her. I didn’t want to scare her away when she was doing so well.

Me: Yes. Dare.

Mina: Option 1.

I groan as I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. She wants me to jerk myself off while texting her? The thought alone makes me start stroking myself faster.

Me: Ok but you have to help me.

Mina: How? Are virtual hand jobs a thing?

I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me.

Me: Haha. And, well, sort of. I want you to text me some sexy, dirty things to make me come.

Mina: I don’t know how to do that.

Me: I think you do. Just keep sending me texts while I stroke myself. You can tell me what you’d like to do with me, or what you’d like me to do to you. You can tell me your fantasies. You can describe how you are feeling rightnow. And if you really want to help, you can touch your clit and describe the feeling to me.

Mina: I’ll try.

Me: Go on, I’m starting to stroke myself now, thinking of your beautiful face as you touch yourself for me.

Mina: My nipples are so hard right now.

I tried pulling them and it felt like a little jolt went through my body.

I’m wondering what your mouth would taste like. If you kissed me.

I’m so glad I met you, Max.

I think about you all the time.

I think about what it would be like if you finally kissed me.

Now I’m touching my clit while imagining you doing that.

It feels so…

The pressure is so strong now Max.

I wonder how you would touch it. Softly? Barely grazing your fingers over it? Or would you rub it fast and hard?

Probably like you’re rubbing yourself right now.

Max?

Are you rubbing yourself hard?

Are you picturing me touching myself?

I wonder what it would feel like… If I reached down and squeezed your balls while you did that…

“Fuuuuck,” I groan out as I come in my hand. I had no fucking idea she could be so dirty. How could someone so innocent write all that? How did she even know to talk like that, she was a fucking natural.

Me: Fuck.

Sweetheart.

Baby.

Beautiful girl.

That was amazing.

Mina: You… finished?

Me: Fucking yea I did. All over my hand. Give me a minute to clean up.

Mina: I hope that was ok? You can give me notes for next time if I did anything wrong.

Me: First of all I love that you are already planning for a next time.

Second of all, those was the hottest fucking texts I’ve ever seen in my life.

You are perfect. You might not speak, but your mind is sexy and dirty and I love it.

Me: Give me a sec.

I clean myself off before texting her again.

Me: Are you still touching yourself?

Mina: Yes. You said I couldn’t stop until you told me to.

Me: Good girl.

Mina: Max.

Me: Sweetheart.

Mina: Make it stop, I can’t stand the pressure anymore.

Me: Ok, do what I say.

Me: I want you to flick your clit with one hand while taking your pointer finger on your other hand and pushing it inside yourself .

Mina: I don’t think I can do that.

Me: You can. I’m right here with you. Try for me.

Mina: Ok.

Me: Tell me what you feel.

Mina: I’m scared.

Me: You can do it, it will feel good.

Mina: Max. I can’t, I’m scared.

Mina: *Double tap*

Fuck, I pushed her too hard.

Me: It’s ok sweetheart. You can stop touching yourself now.

You did so well.

When she doesn’t text back, I start to worry.

Me: Sweetheart, can I call you? I know you can’t talk, but maybe you would want to hear my voice.

My phone vibrates and I’m shocked to see her calling me. Quickly, I answer, pressing the phone to my ear.

“Sweetheart?” I can hear her heavy breathing. “Give the phone a little tap with your nail once for yes and twice for no, ok?”

Tap.

“Okay, good. I heard that. Mina, honey, you need to know that I think you are amazing. Don’t worry about what happened. You were perfect.” I think I heard her sniffle. Fuck, was she crying?

“It can feel really weird at first for anyone. Also, it’s super hot to think that I can help you learn to do that in person one day. I’d help guide your hand and show you how to move it, maybe taking over for you when I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” I listen to her breaths, trying to gauge if I’m helping or making it worse.

“Do you think you’d like to try that one day? Not necessarily any time soon, just one day, in the future… With me?”

Tap.

I let out a breath of relief. “Good girl,” I hear her breath hitch. “Do you like it when I call you that?”

Tap.

I grin, knowing she likely had a praise kink. “Looks like I’ve found one of your weaknesses. It’s only fair since you know mine… It’s you. You’re my weakness, Mina.” I listen intently, but of course, she can’t reply.

“Alright, Sweetheart, it’s late. Get to sleep and we’ll meet you at the normal spot at six thirty, okay?”

Tap.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

Tap.