Phantom Touches (1)
“Hey.”
The word wasn’t just spoken; it was dragged across the back of my neck like a rough palm. Finn’s breath was hot, smelling faintly of mint and tobacco, so close the hairs on my arms stood on end before I even turned around.
In a crowded hallway where everyone else was background noise, he was a solid, dangerous weight. I spun, my spine hitting the cold metal of the lockers with a dull thud.
Finn didn’t back up. He loomed, the school’s notorious bad boy, staring down at me with dark, unreadable eyes that didn’t look at my face—they looked directly at my mouth.
“Hey,” I breathed, the syllable catching in my dry throat.
His gaze flicked up, locking onto mine with a heavy, deliberate intensity that felt entirely predatory. He didn’t say another word. He just reached out, his thumb slowly brushing a stray lock of hair away from my cheek.
His skin was calloused, sparking a violent jolt of electricity straight down to my thighs, making my pelvis ache with a sudden, sharp throb. Then, as quickly as he’d trapped me, he turned and melted into the crowd.
I was suffocating. Finn didn’t look at ghosts, and I had spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible.
“Nova? Is something wrong?”
The second voice was smoother, a stark contrast to Finn’s gravel. I looked up, my chest heaving, straight into the piercing blue eyes of Kelly. The football captain. The golden boy who ruled the school’s hierarchy.
“I...” My brain scrambled, my body still buzzing from Finn’s touch. “I’m fine.”
Kelly stepped into my space, completely blocking the rest of the hallway. He didn’t look at me with casual politeness; his eyes scanned my flushed face, dropping down to the frantic pulse fluttering in my throat. “Are you sure? You look... thoroughly shaken.”
The way he said thoroughly made my stomach flip, a low heat pooling between my legs. He reached out, his hand hovering just an inch above my waist, close enough that I could feel the intense heat radiating from his broad, muscular frame. “Take care of yourself, Nova. I’ll be seeing you around.”
He knew my name. And the promise in his voice didn’t sound friendly—it sounded like a threat wrapped in velvet.
I dragged myself to English Lit 401, my nerve endings raw and exposed. I sat in my usual seat—third row, far left, the dead zone where the teachers usually forgot I existed.
But the air had changed.
When Mr. Harrison handed back our essays, he praised Kelly, dropping the paper on his desk. As Kelly took it, he turned in his seat, his piercing blue eyes locking onto me across the classroom. A slow smirk touched his lips, as if he could see right through my clothes.
A moment later, Finn walked in late, sliding into the back row. He didn’t look at the teacher. His dark eyes immediately found me, heavy and possessive.
I stared down at the red ‘A’ on my paper, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I was trapped between two suns, and suddenly, they both wanted to burn me alive.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of hyper-awareness. Every quiet moment, my thoughts were completely hijacked. By the time the final bell rang, I was practically vibrating with a restless, heavy sense of want.
“Nova!”
Amy’s voice snapped me back to reality, her hand slapping down on my desk. “Where did you go? I’ve been saying your name for like thirty seconds.”
“Sorry,” I whispered, feeling my face instantly heat up. “I was just... thinking.”
“Well, stop thinking and start listening.” She grinned, her eyes bright with excitement. “My birthday is in two days, and you’re coming to the party. No excuses.”
“Amy—”
“I said no excuses!” She pointed a manicured finger at me dramatically. “And you’re wearing something that isn’t an oversized hoodie for once. Deal with it.”
“I’ll be there,” I promised, a small smile breaking through my anxiety.
“Good! Everyone who matters is going to be there. It’s going to be huge.” Amy hugged me tightly and hurried off, leaving me alone with a sudden, tight knot in my throat.
A party. With the entire school. Which meant Finn and Kelly would almost certainly be there, breathing the same crowded air as me.
By the time I got home, the tension under my skin was unbearable. My underwear was already damp, rubbing against my sensitive skin with every step I took up the stairs.
“You’re back, Nova!” my mother called from the kitchen.
“Going to shower before dinner, Mom!” I yelled back, my voice tight and strained.
I bolted into the bathroom, locked the door, and stripped off my clothes with trembling hands. I stepped under the steaming water, letting it blast my face, but the heat of the shower was nothing compared to the fire building low in my belly.
Closing my eyes was a mistake. The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them.
Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me.
“Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating.
A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.
“Ah... fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerking forward against my hand.
I pictured Finn’s thick, heavy cock replacing my fingers, plunging deep and hard into my wet slit, stretching me open ruthlessly from behind while Kelly’s mouth locked onto my breast, biting, sucking, ruining me.
I rolled my thumb over my swollen clit, rubbing it harder and faster as Finn pounded relentlessly into my heat, completely lost in a delirium of submission and raw lust.
The wet, slapping sound of my hand against my crotch echoed over the sound of the running water.
“Yes... please,” I whimpered to the empty room, arching my back as the tension tightened into a breathless knot.
I shoved two fingers deep inside myself, mimicking a brutal, relentless thrust, my walls clenching tightly around them. “I’m cumming—fuck, I’m cumming!”
The climax hit like a freight train, a violent, pulsing wave that made my knees buckle. My pussy violently squeezed my fingers as a heavy gush of my own juices poured out of me. I gasped for air, clinging to the wet shower wall as the ripples of pleasure slowly washed away under the running water.
Panting, my body trembling from the intensity, I wiped the water from my eyes and reached for the towel. I turned toward the fogged-up bathroom mirror, my heart still racing.
My breath caught completely.
Through the thick condensation on the glass, I could see the reflection of the dark doorway leading into my bedroom. Standing perfectly still in the shadows of my room, watching me through the half-open bathroom door, was a tall, dark silhouette.
Someone was in my house. Someone was in my room. And they had just watched me touch myself.
