SWEET SPOT

Hot Sauce 4

Nyla

This is crazy, I thought. I shouldn’t…

But my body was already betraying me. My n*****s were tight against the soft fabric of my pajama top. There was a persistent, warm ache between my legs that refused to go away. And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ezekiel shirtless by the pool, water sliding down his abs, that lazy smile on his face.

I swallowed hard, stood up, and quietly locked my bedroom door. Then I turned off the main light, leaving only the soft glow of my bedside lamp. The room felt warmer and more intimate.

I opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was smooth, curved, and surprisingly heavy in my palm. My cheeks burned as I turned it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the quiet room, making my stomach flutter.

I lay back against my pillows, heart racing. Before I could overthink it, I opened i********: and went straight to Ezekiel’s profile. There it was — the most liked video that I had also been obsessed with for weeks.

He was in the gym, fresh out of a workout. His black tank top was damp with sweat, clinging to his broad chest and sculpted shoulders. The camera caught him running a hand through his messy hair as he looked straight into the lens with that intense, half-lidded gaze. A slow, confident smirk tugged at his lips. The lighting highlighted every ridge of his abs and the powerful lines of his arms as he flexed casually, veins standing out from the pump. He looked raw, masculine, and dangerously sexy.

God…

I bit my lip and slipped my pajama shorts down my legs, kicking them aside. My panties followed. I spread my thighs slowly, feeling exposed even though I was alone.

I pressed the vibrator against my inner thigh first, letting the gentle buzz tease me. A soft sigh escaped my lips. Then I moved it higher, brushing it lightly over my already slick folds.

“Ah…” I whimpered quietly.

I kept watching the video on loop: Ezekiel smiling and laughing, his hand running through his messy hair, his wet body glistening under the sun. My mind filled in the blanks — imagining those strong hands on me instead of my own, imagining him looking at me the way he looked at the camera.

I turned the vibrator up one setting and pressed the head directly against my c**t.

“Oh f**k…” I gasped, my hips jerking.

The sensation was intense. I moved it in slow, teasing circles, just like I imagined Ezekiel would touch me. My free hand slid under my top, pinching and rolling my n****e, sending sparks straight down to where the vibrator was working. I never realized it could be this good.

I was getting wetter. The soft, wet sounds of the toy against my p***y mixed with my quiet, breathy moans. I kept my eyes glued to the screen, watching Ezekiel’s abs flex as he moved.

My breathing grew faster. I pushed the vibrator harder against my c**t, then slid it down and pressed the tip against my entrance, teasing myself without pushing inside. The vibrations traveled through my whole core, making my legs tremble.

“Ezekiel…” I whispered his name like a secret, imagining his deep voice saying filthy things to me while he watched me fall apart.

I turned the speed higher.

Pleasure built slowly, thick and heavy, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. My hips started rocking against the toy on their own. I pinched my n****e harder, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

The orgasm crept up on me, slow and powerful. My thighs shook. My back arched off the bed. I pressed the vibrator firmly against my c**t and let it push me over the edge.

I came with a broken, muffled cry, my whole body convulsing as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me. My p***y clenched and pulsed, wetness coating my fingers and the toy. I kept the vibrator there, riding every aftershock until I was gasping, trembling, and completely spent.

When it finally faded, I switched the toy off and lay there, my chest heaving, staring at the ceiling with a shy, satisfied smile.

Ezekiel…

I didn’t know how much longer I could keep pretending I didn’t want him.

***

The alarm blared loudly from my phone, dragging me out of a deep, hazy dream. I groaned and slapped at the screen until it finally went silent. For a second, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather the energy to move.

Then I heard Mom’s voice from the kitchen.

“Nyla! You’re going to be late again!”

I sat up quickly, my heart jumping. The clock on my nightstand told me I had overslept again. I threw the covers off and rushed through my morning routine in a blur. I barely had time to brush my teeth properly before I grabbed my school bag.

As I ran into the kitchen, Mom was already holding out a piece of toast.

“Eat something before you go!” she said, looking worried.

I took the toast, shoved half of it into my mouth, and mumbled a quick “Thanks, Mom!” through the food. I didn’t even wait to swallow before I bolted for the door.

“Nyla! Slow down and eat properly!” she called after me.

“I’m late!” I yelled back, already halfway down the hallway, the other half of the toast still clenched between my teeth.

The morning air hit me as I burst outside, and I inhaled deeply. I jogged the short distance to the bus stop, chewing as fast as I could, my bag bouncing against my back. My mind was still half-asleep, replaying fragments of last night — the vibrator, Ezekiel’s video, the way my body had trembled when I came thinking about him.

By the time the bus arrived, I was slightly out of breath. I climbed on, found an empty seat near the window, and leaned my head against the cool glass as the bus started moving.

When I finally got to class, Susie was already there, waving at me from our usual seats with a mischievous little grin.

I smiled and slid into the chair next to her, dropping my bag on the floor.

“So…” Susie leaned in close, her voice low and teasing. “How was the vibrator? Did you use it?”

“Shhh!” I hissed, looking around frantically to make sure no one was listening. My face burned.

Susie’s grin only grew wider. “Oh my goodness, you did use it!” She chuckled softly. “How was it? On a scale of one to ten?”

“Susie, please,” I begged, running my hands through my hair in embarrassment.

She wasn’t letting it go. “So… did you think about Ezekiel while doing it?” She smiled like she already knew the answer.

I opened my mouth to deny it, or at least deflect, when a deep, familiar voice cut through the air behind us.

“Think about me doing what?”

We both froze.

I turned slowly, heart slamming against my ribs. Ezekiel was standing right there, leaning over our desks, looking down at us with that calm, slightly amused expression he always wore. His eyes locked on mine, dark and curious.

What in the actual f**k?