The Moon & The Morningstar: 7 Deadly Sins

CH 52: Badass Boyfriend

PHANA'S POV

The alarm goes off rousing me from sleep and I snatch my phone off the bedside table to cut it off. Tossing it onto the sheets beside me, I roll over onto my back with my hands behind my head, giving myself a few minutes to adjust to reality before I try climbing out of bed to start my day. While I'm lying here, I make every effort to think about what I need to get accomplished today. Too bad my drifting mind won't cooperate.

It never likes to wander far from its favorite subject and this fact is proven when the image of my boyfriend immediately floats through my thoughts. Part of me can't believe I've known him over seven weeks now and more importantly, that we've been dating for almost a month. However, another part of me marvels that we've only known each other such a short amount of time. How does someone take ownership of another person so quickly? And ownership is definitely what it is. Yo owns me. Heart, mind, and soul.

During my days, almost every waking thought is consumed by him, whether we're together or not. Is he awake? Is he eating? Is he thinking of me? Is he studying? Is someone trying to flirt with him? Is he missing me? How long till I can see him again? All those thoughts flutter through my brain a thousand times a day. And nights are even worse.

My dreams used to be filled with vague images of him created by my imagination. However, I now know how soft his lips are and what his kisses taste like. I know how smooth his skin is and the feel of his body under my hands. Taking a deep breathe, I try thinking about something else but it's too late as scenes from last night's dream start replaying in my mind, forcing my breath to hitch and a soft moan to escape me.

Even though I haven't made love to Yo in real life yet, I've made love to him thousands of times in my dreams. With my hands, my mouth, and my cock. In every position conceivable. And it's these images that flood my mind. Now feeling overheated and agitated, I look down my body and see my rock-hard member tenting against the thin sheet. Knowing I'll have to take care of it either here or in the shower, I decide I can't wait.

Trailing my fingers slowly down my hard chest and stomach, I throw the sheet back when I reach it and wrap my hand around myself. While giving my dick a few gentle tugs, I slip my other hand into the nightstand draw and pull of a small bottle of lube. After pausing to squeeze a few drops into my palm, I toss it onto the bed then take my throbbing cock in hand again and give it long steady strokes.

Visions of Yo beneath me, moaning out my name in ecstasy as I drive into him, immediately fill my head and my hand quickens its pace. Fooling myself, I imagine it's Yo's hands touching me so lovingly instead of my own and it causes my breathing to become ragged. My free hand strays to my nipple, slowly rolling it between my fingers before giving it a soft pinch and a gentle pull.

The pressure starts building down low in my stomach and my balls begin to ache as they draw close to my body as the skin on my sack becomes taut. I close my eyes and tighten my grip around my shaft pumping faster as my fantasy Yo screams my name in pleasure as he orgasms, clenching around me. Seconds later I give into the overwhelming bliss and cum, shooting my own juice out in hot milky streams onto my hand and stomach.

Releasing my softening shaft, I relax for a few seconds and catch my breath as I gulp in several lungsful of air. However, feeling sticky and sweaty is not my thing, so I force myself to crawl out bed and move quickly to the bathroom. Immediately starting the shower, I jump in and rinse away the evidence of my lustful morning activities before leaning against the shower wall and basking in the joy of hot water rolling over me. Thirty minutes later, I leave the bathroom showered and shaved to start getting ready for school.

When I'm finally prepared and grabbing my things to run out the door my phone rings and, hoping it's Yo, I answer it without screening the call. "Hello."