This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy!
The algorithm knows you. Knows you so very well, maybe even better than you know yourself. Scrolling through social media platforms, watching short videos over and over, skipping some quickly, re-watching others more than twice, liking sharing, sending, commenting; oh, how the algorithm knows us all.
Lexie lay cozy under her blankets in bed, clad in a stretchy tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. She had her earbuds in and was scrolling through the messages her brother had sent her. All the bikers, muscled body builders, dancers, cosplayers, comedians. She reacted to each one, sometimes sending replies, mostly just reacting with emojis, she scrolled.
If she had glanced at the clock, she would have seen that it was well into the night, past 3am, which would explain why the phone slipped from her hand, landing without a sound on the mattress next to her as she slipped into a fitful sleep. Her phone continued to play the video she had been watching when her heavy eyelids dropped closed; a muscled, shirtless, tattooed man, wearing a motorcycle helmet stroking and humping his bike.
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Lexie woke to the slow caress of a huge hand down her back. At first, she thought it was a dream, but then she jolted awake and realized there was a heavy weight resting behind her. She wondered if she had forgotten to lock the doors in some ADHD haze. Her body tensed in fear of some intruder coming into her home to spoon her before killing her.
The thought of becoming the subject of a true crime podcast had her trying to slide away from the hulking weight in her bed, but she was suddenly gripped around her middle. She sucked in a breath and twisted to see who the fuck had gotten into her bed.
Where her phone had rested was a huge man. Although he lay on his side, she could tell he was very tall. He was muscled with tattoos rippling down his arms and over his chest. He wore a simple black motorcycle helmet and snug white boxer briefs which showed off an outline of a large half erect cock.
Lexie felt her stomach tighten in spite of her fear and she pressed her thighs together trying to quell the feeling of warmth and moisture that gathered there. The man propped his helmet clad head on one hand and brought the other to his torso as if posing for her.
"Who the fuck are you?" she asked breathlessly, scrambling out of her bed, away from him. He shrugged.
"Let me see your face," Lexie demanded.
The man cocked his head a little. He pushed the visor of his helmet up, reveling icy blue eyes. She felt a little thrill of pleasure wind into the growing warmth deep in her stomach.
Attempting to ignore it she put her hands on her hips, trying to appear bigger than she was. She was a short woman, but she was strong and feisty. This man though, by the looks of him, could pin her down and hold her with almost no effort. The thought sent another surprising burst of moisture swirling through her pussy.
"No, take off your helmet," she said. He squinted at her for a second and then shook his head slowly.
"How did you get in here?" He shrugged again and gestured towards Lexie.
"I let you in. Is that what you mean?" she asked. He nodded and clapped his hands together mockingly.
"Fuck you man! I didn't let you in here," she protested, again trying to remember if she'd locked the front door. The man nodded and grabbed his half-aroused cock through his boxer briefs, squeezing and rubbing it.
"H-hey," she sputtered. Her cheeks reddened as she tried to compose herself. "Stop that."
He shook his head and lay on his back sliding the boxer briefs off his body, his cock sprung free from the underwear.
"Dude," she whispered, looking away quickly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I think you're on my phone. At least get off my phone." He shook his head again. Now Lexie was getting annoyed.
"Get the fuck up! You're on my phone," Lexie lunged for him throwing all of her weight against one of his shoulders.
It was like attempting to move a very warm boulder. The heat he radiated, the smell of him, spicy, musky, and weirdly like a curling iron left on, wound up her nose and she shuddered, feeling her nipples begin to pucker. She pressed on his shoulder again, and he moved, only because he allowed her to move him. He rolled to the side, exposing his tattooed back.
No phone under him. She pushed him again and he sat up. Lexie searched all around him and couldn't find her phone. She crawled on all fours, looking under the bed. She pawed through her nightstand and found nothing. Her phone was just gone.
Glancing at this hot man's back she finally noticed a strange tattoo. It looked exactly like the sticker she had on the back of her phone down to the areas that had been faded by the rubbing of her fingertips.
"What?" she muttered, pushing his shoulder back down so he lay on the bed again. On his chest was a tattoo of a phone screen, her phone's lock screen. How had she missed that?
"What the fuck dude?" she asked staring at him. He shrugged again, a hand wandering back to his cock. She slapped it away.
"Stop trying to masturbate while I'm freaking out!" Lexie shouted at him. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.
"This is wild," she muttered. "I feel like an idiot for what I'm about to say out loud." He cocked an eyebrow at her and motioned at her with one hand in a go on type motion.
"Are you..." she huffed out a nervous laugh. "Are you my fucking phone?"
He nodded and clapped again. Then he reached for her, running a rough thumb over one of her erect nipples.
"Hey!" She jumped out of bed again. He rolled his eyes then leaned back against her pillows, cradling his balls in one hand, the other running a thumb over the slit of his cock.
Lexie watched him pumping his hand up and down his huge cock. He spread the moisture over himself as the tip dripped generously. His chest began to heave up and down as he squeezed his balls, his hips bucking slightly.
Lexie bit her lip and felt yet another wave of arousal slither through her stomach into her pussy, as his head fell back, and his eyes closed. Men masturbating had been her porn of choice for a few months now.
"What the fuck is happening?" Lexie muttered.
He lifted his head and turned to her as he slammed his fists on the bed, before he dropped his head back again in frustration.
"Why can't you talk? Phones play sound all the time," Lexie crossed her arms over her chest partly to hide her arousal. The man angrily went up on one elbow facing her and gestured towards her again, then pointed to his helmet.
"I already asked you to take it off," Lexie said confused.
He flung himself back on the bed again, flicking down his visor and crossed his arms over his massive chest. It was heaving up and down, he was clearly extremely frustrated.
"I don't know what to tell you man," Lexie said.
He flipped to his side putting his back to her. She stared at his ass; round, rock hard, with two delightful dimples right at the small of his back. He had tattoos swirling down his hips and around the cheeks.
"God, you're fucking sexy," Lexie mumbled, before she could stop the words tumbling from her mouth. His back hunched and he pulled his legs up more. She suddenly felt bad.
"I don't know what you're trying to tell me," Lexie said.
She moved to the bed and sat next to him reaching out a hand and brushing it down his warm, hard back. He turned his head slightly and pointed at his helmet again; right where his ear would be if he would take the fucking thing off.
"Wait," Lexie said. He twisted towards her a little more. "Are you pointing to your ear?" He sat up quickly and nodded. She thought for a minute.
"Oh! I was wearing my earbuds! You're still connected to them, aren't you?" He clapped at her and pumped his fists in the air.
"I wonder where they went," she muttered.
He slapped a hand to his forehead, but pushed the visor up again, moving around the bed so Lexie could find them. She found one on the floor near her nightstand and the other shoved under her pillow.
"So, if I put these in, I should be able to hear you?" she asked. He shrugged. Lexie popped them in her ears.
