Just need to make it until break

I locked my phone, flipped it face-down on my desk, and told myself I was done for now.

I had work to do. Only a few hours until my break. I could survive that long without checking.

At first it was fine. I opened my emails, started going through the tasks I’d ignored over the weekend, and tried to focus. But every few minutes my mind would drift.

Back to Alice in the caravan.

Back to the way she’d deliberately switched holes and forced another load out of me.

Back to the accidental shower video and how many people had seen it.

Back to my cousin’s teasing messages and that photo she’d just sent.

My cock stayed half-hard in my pants the entire time.

I kept my phone face-down and didn’t touch it. Every time it buzzed I forced myself to ignore it. I told myself I’d check everything properly on my break — Alice, the goth girl, my cousin, all the others. But right now I needed to get some actual work done.

The hours crawled.

Every time someone walked past my desk I wondered if they could tell I was distracted. Every time my phone lit up with a notification I had to physically stop myself from reaching for it. By the time my break finally rolled around, I was wound tight.

I grabbed my phone the second the clock hit break time and headed outside to the small courtyard behind the building.

I sat on a bench, took a deep breath, and finally unlocked it.

Dozens of new notifications.

I started scrolling.