Sommerstall Academy
: Chapter 56

‘Are you hard?’ I ask.

‘Yes,’ he replies honestly. ‘But only because I know you’re wet. The things you said turned you on just as much as they did me. You like teasing me.’

Oh damn. Yeah, he’s not wrong.

‘I wonder,’ he muses, his voice rough.

‘What?’ I ask.

‘Will you take care of it? Will you finish what you started and touch yourself imagining it’s me? Fuck, even better yet, will you let me hear as you come around those sweet little fingers of yours?’

I answer with nothing more than a high-pitched squeak, my voice stunned away. Could I do that? I know I want to but isn’t it wrong? I mean, my parents are home.

But somehow, that last part only makes me feel dizzier. I just don’t understand why. After all, them being around means I could get caught. Worst case scenario, they could hear me say something risky or even moan. It would be so awkward and horrible so why is my blood running hotter at the thought?

‘Use your voice, Florence. Would you do that?’

Softly, I answer him. ‘Yes.’

He mutters something under his breath before speaking to me again, his voice demanding.

‘Take your pants off for me.’ I comply, feeling guilty but so flipping turned on at the same time. ‘Is your door locked?’ he asks when I’m done.

‘Yes,’ I breathe out, anticipation making it hard for me to speak.

‘Good. Now, can you touch yourself for me?’ Elija asks. I can almost imagine what he looks like right now, those dark eyes of his lidded with lust and his tattoos moving over his muscled arms as he clenches his fists. All because of me.

I bite back a groan as I let my fingers run along the inside of my thigh, stroking me over my panties twice before moving back to my knee. ‘Are you doing it as well?’ I ask Elija as I tease myself.

‘Fuck yes.’

‘Tell me what you’re doing,’ I beg, needing to hear his voice.

‘I have my eyes closed and a fist around my dick below the blanked like a pre-teen.’ I chuckle and he groans. ‘I’m imagining you’re with me. That it’s you touching me, getting wet by it like you did when you had my dick down your throat,’ he goes on.

I finally slip my panties aside and run my fingers up my slit to gather some of my wetness before circling my clit with it. I breathe out a quiet moan.

‘You’re drenched, aren’t you? Fuck your fingers for me, Florence.’ Again, I do as I’m ordered. I keep circling my clit with one hand while I slip two fingers inside of my pussy. I clench down on them, pretending they’re his thick ones instead of mine.

I hear Elija’s breathing getting deeper so I pick up my pace, making myself moan in the process.

‘Shh, Florence, we can’t have your parents hearing you. Be a good girl and keep quiet before you get us caught,’ Elija tells me. Damn it, he knows exactly what he’s doing! I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep myself from making another sound. What I didn’t expect was my pleasure to intensify at the sting of it.

I bite down harder until I taste the coppery tang of blood in my mouth. I release my lips and lick them, nearly coming at that.

What is wrong with me? I’m tasting blood and get even wetter? What am I, a flipping vampire?

‘You’re getting louder again. Don’t make me hang up on you,’ Elija tsks.

‘I’m close,’ I say, my voice nothing above a whisper.

‘Shit, I wish I could see you right now. But I’ll just have to remember all the dirty things I want to do to you until you’re with me again,’ he mutters.

‘Tell me,’ I beg, grinding my hips against my hands.

‘So bossy. Who would’ve thought my girl would turn out to be so dirty? Asking to hear all about the ways I’ll make you see stars as I destroy that sweet little cunt of yours.’

I moan, unable to help myself.

‘Oh, she likes it when I say things like that. You’re a moaning mess for me, aren’t you? And all at the prospect of pain,’ he tsks. I ride my fingers more desperately, closing my eyes and losing myself in his voice and moans. ‘Oh, I can give you pain, if that’s what you want. I can show you all sorts of things, Florence, all you have to do is ask. I bet you’ll beg me nicely, won’t you?’

I nod.

‘Answer me,’ Elija demands, making me realize he can’t see me.

‘Ye- yes!’

‘Good girl,’ he says. I clamp my mouth shut, my back arching and my toes curling as waves of pleasure rush through me. I keep moving my hands, my strokes desperate and jerky as I twitch and writhe.

Elija groans loudly just when my body finally slumps. For a while, both of us are breathing heavily as we come down from our highs.

‘Holy shit,’ he finally mutters.

‘Yeah,’ I agree tiredly. As I wait for my legs to stop feeling wobbly, I hug my pillow against my chest, wishing it were Eli. ‘I wish you were here,’ I tell him.

‘Me too, Florence. Me too.’

Before I can say anything else, someone’s knocking on my door. ‘Dinner’s ready!’ my father yells against the wood before walking off. Meanwhile, my heart’s pounding against my ribcage like a wild animal.

‘Holy shit, that scared the hell out of me. Elija, I have to go. Love you, bye,’ I say before ending the call and hurriedly getting ready. I look in the mirror, taking in my flushed face and messy hair. I wash my hands and face, brush my hair quickly and throw on some proper clothes. Then I leave my room only to stop dead in my tracks.

Oh god.

No, please no!

Tell me I didn’t say what I think I did.

I told Elija that I loved him! Oh god.