Glitch （Next Level #1）
Briana Michaels
Dedication
For all the dirty minded, filthy mouthed, smut loving readers out there:
May you always come so hard, your mind and body both GLITCH.
Chapter 1
Glitch
“Touch yourself for me.” I lean in and lick my lips before sucking in a harsh breath through my clenched teeth. “Just like that. Be a good little slut and rub your clit. That’s it. Mmm. Just like that. Go faster. Harder. Ffffuck. That’s my dirty girl. Keep going.” I inhale sharply. “Now stop.” My heart’s racing a mile a minute. “Start again. Slowly, slowly. Mmm. You are so beautiful like this. All worked up and dripping for me.” I count down from ten in my head. Ten, nine, eight, seven… When I reach one, “Stop.”
My cell lights up, the screen showing sixteen notifications. Those texts can wait.
“Show me how wet you are for my cock.” I wait a few beats before adding, “Look at you. So perfect and swollen. Ah, ah, ah, I didn’t say you could touch yourself again.” My deep, throaty chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Give me your hand. I want to know what you taste like. Mmm. That’s good. But we can make it better. Fuck yourself with two fingers for me.” I lean back, quietly taking a sip of water and make sure to swallow nice and loud. “God, you get me so hard.” Five, four, three, two… “Stop.”
I exhale a ragged breath. “Look at you. So needy and desperate to come. Do you ache? Do you want to be fucked?” I lick my lips. “If you want to come so badly, let me hear you beg for it.” I grumble another deep laugh. “I like it when you beg. I like it more when you spread your legs like that so I can see everything that’s mine. Damn, that’s a pretty pussy.” I growl deep like a primal beast. “I’m not finished having fun with you yet. Stroke your clit until I tell you to stop.” I count down from three this time. “Stop.”
Leaning forward, my lips nearly brush against the microphone. “Such a good girl. Do it again and don’t stop until you cream.” I suck in yet another harsh breath. Pant a little.
My phone lights up again, distracting me. Damnit.
Hitting a button to stop recording, I snag my cell and answer. “What’s up?”
“We’re just waiting on you, man.”
What time is it? Shit. “Be right there.”
I hang up and tuck the cell into my back pocket.
Leaving the closet that’s kitted out with my audio recording equipment, I saunter down the hall. I live in a three-bedroom townhouse, alone, so I turned one of the extra bedrooms into a gaming room. Three large screens line my desk. Starting my computer, I watch the sides glow in neon colors as it boots up. My ass hits the chair and I tip it back, logging into Discord before hopping into the lobby of our newest game.
“Sorry about that.” I type into the chat sidebar. I don’t like talking into my microphone, especially when Ara is online with us.
“No problem, man. We’ve got all the time in the world for you to get your dick out of your hand.”
I’m going to punch Trey next time I see him. For now, I type back, “It takes two hands to hold my dick.”
“Ugh, stop talking about your swizzle sticks!” This coming from Ara. “Let’s kick some zombie ass!”
“Well, someone woke up and chose violence today,” Trey laughs.
I glance over at my Discord channel and see Ara’s already left me a message.
Ara666: Hot date?
Glitch: Nah, just caught up in work stuff.
Sometimes when I’m recording a script, I lose track of time. Especially when Ara’s the one I’m fantasizing about.
Glitch: How’s it going?
I don’t care about Trey or Carson waiting. They can play without me. But I don’t like the fact that I might have wasted Ara’s time. She hasn’t been on in a while and never plays long when she is. Her boyfriend takes up a lot of her time.
Lucky fucker.
If she belonged to me, I’d be even worse. She wouldn’t have a spare minute to breathe unless it’s to scream my name while I fuck her, spoil her, and worship her.
Okay, wow. I need to chill.
Ara666: Okay. Been busy. I’m glad I have a night off to play with you guys. I’ve missed hanging out.
Ara and I have a weird relationship. We skate around the personal stuff, which was fine for a while. But I’ve been dying to take the plunge and ask more questions for months. I want to know everything about this woman. So far, even with the chat I keep open between us, she doesn’t really divulge much. Maybe she likes to keep this part of her life drama free.