The Lies In The Love

Chapter Nineteen- It Didn't Hit The Spot

Danielle

I smile to myself proudly as I step into my apartment, feeling satisfied I got the best of him — he deserved it. I close and lock the door, leaning against it for a moment. I wonder if he has already left. I walk over to the window to check outside and see his car still there. Chuckling, I draw the blinds. He'll leave soon; it's unlikely he plans to wait all night, hoping I change my mind and invite him in. If he’s determined, he has other options to get what he wants. I am sure there is a long list of women who can help him out.

As I walk away, the throbbing sensation between my thighs intensifies, reminding me of how aroused I am. I'm completely fired up after what happened in the car. If things had gone differently, I might have had s*x with him in his car on the street without hesitation. Maybe I didn’t think it through as well as I believed. He didn't get what he wanted, but that also means I need to sort myself out, which isn’t as great. I can handle just one night. However, after tonight's little stunt, there's a chance I won’t see Callan again. I’ll wait and see.

I head to my bedroom, strip down, and put on a silk nightgown. My cell buzzes on the bed, and without checking, I know who it is. I pick it up and see a message from Callan on the screen.

You won tonight! You won’t win again. One thing I am sure of is that when you fix yourself, it won’t feel as good as when I do it for you. You will think of me the entire time xx

Could he be any cockier?

I will be fine without you. I can handle it myself xx

You keep telling yourself that, but we both know that your fingers or toy in your sweet p***y won’t feel as good as my c**k xx

A deep groan escapes my lips as I read it. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to cool the heat between them. Him and his filthy mouth. I won't let him invade my mind. If I indulge too much, I might succumb and invite him in. I assume he's still outside since he's texting, unless he's using voice-to-text while driving.

I have toys bigger than your c**k. I will be more than satisfied. Don’t worry about me xx

No, you really won’t be. Last chance, sweetness. I am still outside. I will be heading home in a minute xx

No, thank you! I will be fine on my own xx

Callan doesn’t respond afterwards. He is likely heading home now. I chuckle, set my cell aside, and climb into bed. I reach for one of my toys, but Callan’s words linger in my mind, reminding me it won’t feel the same without him here. As long as I get the job done, it will be all good.

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I still feel frustrated even after working on myself. It didn’t quite hit the mark I was aiming for. Yes, I orgasmed, but it wasn’t intense enough, and I still feel the throbbing between my thighs. As much as I don’t want to admit it, my body is craving Callan.

I groan and reach for my cell, noticing a text from him, only this time, it has a photo attached. I can only imagine what it is. I am hesitant to check, but I do. It is him, naked, with only a sheet covering his d**k, his hard d**k, everything else was in view. I read the text beneath it.

My offer still stands. All you need to do is say the words, and it will come by. How was your toy? I bet you still feel sexually frustrated xx

I dislike that he can sense so much about me. I gaze at the photos, observing every detail of his strong chest, arms, and abs—especially his perfectly sculpted abs. My arousal surges again. I could use my toy, maybe multiple times, but it wouldn’t truly help. The only way to ease this feeling is if Callan comes to handle it. I've never experienced a man who makes me desire and need him as intensely as he does. Even though we haven’t spent much time together, he affects my body more and excites me more than any man before, including those I was in long-term relationships with.

I might regret my next move, but I’m going to do it anyway. If I don’t, tonight will be very long. I prefer to get some decent sleep tonight. I hope he’s still awake because he sent it half an hour ago.

Come on over, but I swear, if you act smug even once, I'll send you right back out xx

If he acts smug because I invited him over after I gave in, I'll throw him out and deal with the frustration. I look at my cell, tapping my fingers on it, waiting for his reply. It shows as read, and shortly, the reply bubbles start to appear. I swear, if he says no, I won't be happy, but I won’t be surprised either, given what I did. He must be as sexually frustrated as I am.

I will be there in fifteen minutes. I hope you are ready for me! xx

I am ready. See you soon xx

Thank God! I get out of bed, freshen up, and put on a purple lace baby doll, covering it with a dressing gown. I’ll decide whether to take it off depending on how Callan behaves. If he irritates me, I'll keep it on, and he can leave. If he behaves, I’ll happily take it off for him and show him what I have on. I need this night to go in my favour. If it does, I won’t be disappointed. Callan has never disappointed me sexually. Tonight won’t be any different.