Coloured Me Grey (Book Two)

Chapter 21

It was quite a wet dream. I woke up with the sun on my back, hitting me with all it had, punishing me for being a pervert for Ishan’s ass. Yes, I wanted to have him in every lewd way imaginable to mankind and I’d do anything to satisfy his sex drive. Speaking of which, it’s been well over half a year that my equally perverted boyfriend is out in the wild on his own, leaving us both to fend for ourselves.

"So what did you dream?" Ishan’s sweet nectar-like voice flowed in. "Was I in it?"

"No," I answered breathily. Of course I had to call him up first thing in the morning and tell him about the dream as soon as I had got rid of my hard on.

"What? Tuhin Mallick, you better not be cheating on me in your dreams!"

"I wasn’t," I laughed. "I won’t be over you anytime soon, rest assured."

"Then?"

"I saw myself. Just me and my hand."

"Fuck, babe. This is bad. Your scope of dreaming has narrowed down drastically. You are so deprived without me that all you can do is to masturbate, and all you can even dream about is to masturbate. You poor, horny little thing."

I made small mewling noises in the phone. "But hear me out, babe. I looked really sexy. You wanna know how I looked?"

"Go on, I’m listening."

"Oh, now you sound interested! Is the little guy up and aware? Is he listening?"

"Little guy says yes. Don’t let him down."

"Even in my dreams, I was thinking about you. How you sit on my lap wiggling your hips and grinding down on me. How your butt cheeks feel in my hands. How you shiver and pull me closer when I run my hands up and down your sides. How nervous I was when we made love for the first and only time and how you ravished me and drained me out completely that time. You weren't there physically but you're all I could think about."

"In my dream, your thoughts had gotten me all hot and bothered. In the bathroom, I was sitting on the toilet bowl with the lid down, spreading my legs open, beckoning you to come and have me. I started touching myself, at first the base, imitating the way you play with my balls, the fingers wriggling around, the way you tease me until I beg you not to prolong it. And then my fingers made their way to the tip, shooting feeble tremors up my body. I felt eyes on me. Quite a few pairs, looking at me with hunger, but from a distance, as if there was a glass door separating me from them."

"My hand started to move up and down, weaving the perfect rhythm you always set for me. I thrust my hips upward for more pressure, with more urgency, I knew you were watching me. You weren’t there but you were watching me from the other side of the glass door as my junior glistened with sweat and throbbed with anticipation. It wanted you to keep watching me as I panted for you, as I howled for you, as I came for you." I paused. "Now tell me, Ishan, were you watching?"

I knew his answer right from the moment I had managed to note his small but audible sighs and pants. With a final low guttural sound, the noises stopped.

"You, bastard!" He croaked over the phone. "It’s only 8 in the morning."

I snickered. "You always curse me after you come."

"Well, now I’ve gotta go clean up, thanks to you. But Tuhin, are you sure you are okay? Because masturbating on the toilet seat of all places..."

"I’ll be okay once I see you in person. I’m craving for your touch, Ishan. I want to watch your pupils dilate when I call your name."

"I wish I could hold you and fall asleep together."

There was dead silence on both the ends. It has been months but I have still not gotten used to the fact that this would be our life for the next two and a half years.