Chapter 12

TWELVE

Well, I doubt it crossed Declan’s mind when he gave me Raiden’s address that I would stoop so low as to break into her house and hide in her damn closet. Or that I’d feel a level of excitement to see her again—with no opportunity for her to run away—that overpowers the guilt I should be feeling for how I went about it. I mean, Declan gave me her phone number too, I could’ve just called or texted. I didn’t have to slip the sleep aid Maddox gave me into her wine while she was busy talking to her roommate.

I adjust my posture, leaning forward to peek through the sliver of open slats in the closet door. My lip falls victim to my teeth as the rounded curve of her ass fills my limited vision. I don’t know how she looks so fucking edible. Shit. No. What the fuck is wrong with me? I shake my head, forcing myself from the vile thoughts. It’s not that I don’t want to do those things to her, but I always imagined doing those things to her while she was awake and moaning my name. Looking at me with that seductive stare of hers while she submits that strong will to me. Giving me all of her to claim as mine. But as always, when it comes to her, I can’t think rationally. When Maddox suggested I break in and slip her a little something, I thought he was out of his mind. Well, more out of his mind than usual. However, the idea, insane as it was, stayed with me. So tonight, when I crept by the back kitchen window and saw her leave a hefty glass of wine on the countertop – Malbec, my favorite – I took it as a sign of fate when the back door was unlocked and here, we are. I took a page out of Maddox’s book and now I feel like a fucking creep. To top it off, I didn’t even ask Maddox how long this shit would last. Speaking of which, I need to text that motherfucker.

Still crouching, I reach for my phone.

Me: Hey, I’m here.

Maddox: Aww look at my boy, taking a page out of my book.

Don’t remind me.

Maddox: I can’t believe you went through with it. You’re in the house?

Me: Yea, well I’m having serious fucking doubts man. I’m in her closet now.

Me: How long does that shit work for?

Maddox: Ha, closet. Noted.

Maddox: and SCANDALOUS

Me: You’re such a jackass

Me: So how long does it last?

Maddox: Depends.

Me: It depends? How the fuck do you not know? Aren’t you an expert?

Maddox: Well yea, but everyone takes to it differently.

Maddox: But bro, real talk…what are you planning on doing to her? I mean the possibilities are endless. You could tie her up or…

Maddox truly is a sick fuck.

Me: Dude, stop.

Me: I don’t know. I just thought I’d talk to her… I guess

Maddox: While she’s sleeping?

Oh my god this is a mess and I sound like an asshole. A desperate, pathetic, creepy asshole.

Me: No dude, when she wakes up

Maddox: You got me all excited for nothing. Next time you borrow from my stash, make it worth it.

Maddox: JK…

Maddox: truthfully with the connections she has, you’re better off ‘talking’ to her. I swear her boss would be PISSED if you tried some shit

Boss?

I’m about to text him back but my phone dies, adding to the shitshow that is today. I roll my eyes and slip my useless phone into my back pocket before emerging from the closet.

A flutter of twisted excitement burrows in my stomach as I feast my eyes on her. I hate to admit how much I’ve missed her, even though she did nothing but tease me and irritate me. It’s just that she did it so well. Seriously, being tormented by her is probably the most turned on I’ve been…well…ever. And here I am, like a fucking junkie, manipulating my way back into her presence just to what? Get another look at her? Watch her while she sleeps? I shake my head at my own stupidity. This is sick. I am sick. Yet here I am, enjoying the view of her still body, feeling relief that I get to be near her.

Not that she would have any fucking room to talk, since she is partial to using whatever had Brett out for hours when she disappeared.

Fuck, I really hope that whatever Maddox gave me won’t have her out for that long. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did I even think this was a good idea in the first place?

Guilt finally overshadowing my delusional glee from seeing her like this, I step out of the closet stalking over to where she’s slumped on the floor in front of the nightstand. Lowering myself, I reach for the tendril of silky, smooth onyx hair that fell in front of her face when she passed out. I swirl it around my finger before tucking it behind her ear, then I lift her from the floor to the bed.

Her exposed torso summons my hungry eyes as they trail up to the Zeppelin logo on her cut off t-shirt that barely covers her tits, highlighting the protruding peaks of her pierced nipples. She stirs slightly in her forced sleep. A subtle whimper breaks from her lips, causing my grip on her to unintentionally tighten.  She feels so small, so perfect draped over my bent arms. Not to mention how peaceful and deceptively innocent she looks when she isn’t running that mouth of hers. And I hate to admit it, but her natural hair color suits her so much better than that wig she left in the driveway.

I lower her onto the bed, expecting her to sort of plop onto the mattress, but to my surprise, her back arches before settling onto the bed. Another unconscious murmur vibrates her closed lips as she lies there.

Truthfully, I didn’t think any of this through. I don’t know what my end game even is. Should I leave? Should I wait until she wakes up and talk to her? Then again, who knows when that will be or if it will still be just the two of us. Her roommate may be home by then…

“Shit,” I huff, sitting at the edge of her bed, my back facing her.

Why did I do this? It’s not like I can even confront her about whatever she stole from the library, because I have no idea what it was. Brett’s been quieter than usual since she left, refusing to acknowledge that she took anything in the first place. And if I’m being honest, I don’t even care that she stole something. What I care about is that she lied to me about who she was, and that she left, like that chemistry between us meant nothing.

I scoff. Maybe it didn’t mean anything and was just a part of her act, but that look in her eyes when she would talk to me? You can’t fake that shit.

Flustered, I reach for my vape, taking a long drag and holding it still in my lungs. My lids close as I exhale, releasing the smoke along with my conflicting thoughts. Eyes still closed, I bring the tip of the vape back to my mouth, about to take another hit, when a soft feminine groan hits my ear.

I freeze, leaving it between my lips, listening.

“Col,” she breathes in a barely there whisper.

This can’t be fucking real. She’s passed out and she’s humming…no…moaning the beginning of my name.

My heart stalls when it happens again, except it’s not the beginning of my name, it is my name. Clear as day, in a sultry moan. “Colson.”

I remain frozen. Am I hearing things? Imagining what I wish she would say? I mean I did get a stronger hybrid strain from the dispensary, so maybe it’s just the effects of the weed messing with my already fucked up mind.

But again, as if she can read my thoughts, her hips lift, back arching, and those beautiful, pouty lips of hers part, saying my name.

Blowing out the pent-up smoke, I lean forward to get a better look at her. Again, my name falls from her mouth and the sound travels right to my cock, awakening it with an ache that throbs against each barbell. The sound of my name consuming her subconscious is only adding to my high, as is the view of her juicy, tanned thighs spreading further. The light hanging above us acts as a spotlight, highlighting the glistening sheen of her wet pussy peeking through where the edge of her lace underwear has shifted.

I bite at my lip. The need to dip my tongue between her legs and fuck her with it is driving me insane. I really am a fiend for her. This woman, even when she’s doing nothing but lying here, moaning my name in her sleep, is making me consider things I’ve never done before. And the worst part is, I can’t look away. I don’t want to.

Desperation mounting inside me, I decide to indulge my curiosity a little bit and at least get a closer look to satiate this burning desire that’s spreading through my entire body like a fucking cancer.

Slinking closer, I kneel on the bed between her parted thighs before I shift to my stomach, lying flat on the mattress with my head inches from her slit. Without thought, I extend my greedy hand forward, gently curling my fingers around the lace of her panties, casting the wet fabric to the side, exposing her sweet cunt to me. Fuck me. Why is it that the crazy ones always have the prettiest fucking pussies?

My heart thuds, driving my pulse rate up as my eyes feast on her soaking wet center just staring back at me. Drool gathers in my mouth as I lean forward, inhaling her sweet scent. The smell of her arousal travels past my nose and rattles my cock, confined by my pants and thickening by the second. Fucking hell.

She looks so delicious spread like a fucking five course meal, just waiting for me to fuck her with my tongue and give her the best fucking orgasm she’ll never remember.

This is wrong, I know it is. Still, it feels just as wrong to waste this moment and deny her the pleasure that my body is dying to give her as I lay here between her legs, starving for a taste of her perfect cunt.

Maybe if I give her one lick, it’ll tide me over. Just one dip of my tongue and I’ll at least know what she tastes like, so my brain can formulate a core memory, and I’ll be set.

My nose brushes against her clit, her slickness coating the tip of my nose, but I pull back, warring with myself because this isn’t enough. Not even close. Her scent encapsulates me and without thought, my finger dips into her arousal. Coated in her, I bring the tip of my finger to my mouth, sucking her taste in.

Blood rushes in painful proportions to my length, which is aching for more. I need more. I need to drown in her. Suffocate myself with her. This is what I’ve always wanted, her spread for me to devour, for me to claim, but I never thought I’d stoop so low to do this, with her asleep. Then again, it’s my name she’s moaning in her sleep. Not Brett’s or anyone else’s for that matter…my fucking name.

Popping my finger out of my mouth, I turn to face her again. Unexpectedly, she hums—a sleepy, faint hum, but loud enough that it thickens my cock. Another gasp sounds from her, this time laced in a lusty moan as her body shifts, practically begging for me to eat her out.

Colson. Sounding like a fucking spell.

An invitation.

A summoning.

The way her body calls to me and reacts to me is overwhelming. I don’t even care about my own satisfaction, because fucking her with my tongue, having her thrash and grind on my face, suffocating me in her unique flavor, is all I want.

Unable to take it anymore, I settle myself between her legs. I lower my mouth to her inner thigh, barring my teeth to her supple flesh, nibbling it, and kneading her skin. Warming up, I alternate kisses and soft bites on her inner thigh, causing her sleeping body to flinch.

Kissing my way to the top of her slit, I flick my tongue at her clit before enclosing it, drawing it into my mouth with focused suction. God damn it, she tastes so good. I inch my fingers closer to her opening, diving in with two curled fingers. The tight, warm, fucking dripping walls send a shock wave to my system, prompting an animalistic groan to leak from my mouth. I increase to three fingers and her hips buck in response.

“That’s it,” I murmur, lifting my mouth and gaze to her heaving chest. I place a soft kiss on her sensitive clit before swiping my tongue at my lips, savoring and memorizing the sweet notes of her taste. “Ride my fucking hand,” I instruct to her unknowing body. She writhes against my touch, her body an obedient, needy slut for me.

I peer down at her pussy taking my hand, and it drives an insatiable desire within me. I need more. I need to drown in this moment. Slipping my fingers from her, I dive in with my tongue. Fucking her where my hand just stretched her, summoning moans that have me licking, sucking, fucking her like the starved–depraved–man that I am… for her.

Palms kneading her flesh, I sink my everything into her as I smother myself in her sloppy, wet cunt. The harder I squeeze her flesh, the more I can feel her wetness increasing, dripping into my mouth, feeding me. Deciding to rev things up a bit, I loosen the tight hold of one hand and smack her ass. The second my hand meets that supple curve, she whimpers. Fuck, she likes it. So do I. Again, I unleash a punishing hand on her ass all while swirling my tongue in her pussy. I lose track of how many times I’ve spanked her, but finally it’s enough. One final tap and I let up, about to slide my hand to her opening so I can fuck her with both my tongue and fingers, but a feminine voice abruptly breaks my concentration. Without fully registering what is being said, and with my mouth still deep in her cunt, I look up.

Knots form in my stomach as her very awake eyes peer down on me. Expecting anger to ooze from them, or a hand to claw at me, or that mouth of hers to rip me a new one, I instinctively try to pull away, but I can’t. Her ankles cross behind my head as her thighs squeeze, holding me firmly against her sex.

Jesus Christ, Maddox wasn’t kidding. It really does depend on how people react to it.

Mouth on her pussy and eyes on her, I freeze.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” she taunts, skating her hand to the fabric of her Zeppelin shirt that teases the underside of her full, perky tits. “You started this. Now you’re going to clean up the mess you made.”

She’s sick. Fuck, I guess we both are, but hearing her condescending words with my mouth on her pussy sparks something inside of me. I try to pull away to tease her, but as she lifts the fabric of her cut shirt, her brown, pierced nipples on display, she squeezes me tighter to her cunt, locking me in place. “Look at you, pretty boy, worshiping my pussy, eating it like every stroke of your tongue is earning your salvation,” she hums, squeezing her nipples as her back arches. “Is that what I am Colson? Your altar to praise?”

Yes.I respond internally, my eyes fall shut as I nod, like a pathetic fool who just needs to experience what her come will taste like gushing into my mouth, even though she’s taunting me. But who the fuck am I kidding? I need this. I need her.

Silence fills the room, but it’s quickly replaced with another moan as she grinds her hips and in turn her pussy into my face. “Ay,” she mewls, picking up the pace that she’s fucking my mouth. I wind up my hand, spanking her hard. Way harsher than before and judging by the moans and obscenities coming out of her mouth, that’s what she wanted.

“Fuck yes,” she squeals, and I lose myself in every smack, every lick, every single thing I’m doing to have her come leak into my mouth. With each strike to her bare flesh, I can feel her arousal increasing. The symphony of carnal sounds sending a surge of adrenaline to my system, forcing my hand once again to her ass.

Another gasp sounds from her as her body shifts. Her back lifts as she arches upward, forcing me to grip her tighter, keeping her where I want her, a prisoner to my tongue. She bucks forward, as I drive another attentive smack to her ass. My tongue darts in and out of her, fucking her opening before traveling up her slit with teasing bites until I reach her clit and suck it into my mouth, creating a seal where I’m lapping at her. I look up from where I’m engulfed in her delicious cunt, and her eyes are glued to me, watching every moment.

She becomes so lost in how I’m eating her that she loosens the hold of her thighs. Using this as my opportunity to tease her more, my mouth lifts from her center. “Did you miss me, little liar?” I taunt, pressing another kiss to her clit.

I can tell her orgasm is on the horizon from the way her thighs are trembling.

“No,” she lies in a whine. “I just want to come.” But of course, she’s so stubborn that even now, when her needy pussy is begging for me to relieve it, she’s fighting me. But there’s no getting away. I’ve wanted her for too long, wanted to make her feel the way she’s made me feel. For too long I’ve dreamed of being this close to her, alone, without my brother or anyone else in the way, and now that I have her where and how I want her, I refuse to be robbed of it.

Hovering over her cunt, I blow warm air to her center. “It’s okay, you can come for me and still pretend you didn’t miss me.” I press a kiss to her throbbing clit. “You might actually come harder leaning into all that pent up hatred for me.”

Her eyes roll as she lifts her hips up, trying to meet my mouth, but I pull back.

My tongue clicks. “Oh no,” I reprimand, nibbling at her thigh. Of course, I want her to come in my mouth, but for some reason giving her the full upper hand rubs me wrong. Even though what I did was wrong, from breaking in, to everything that happened after, I still want to play with her. “Go ahead. Come for me,” I demand, lowering my hand with a harsh slap before driving my hand into her needy pussy. Her hips jolt forward, leaning into the bliss of having her pussy degraded. “That’s it, ride my hand. You like that, don’t you?”

Stubbornness takes over her face. She wants to say yes, but she won’t.

I take my free hand, spanking her again, this time on her pussy, and she fucking wails in pleasure.

“That’s it pretty girl, come for me.”

She tilts her head, forcing her gaze off me. “No.”

Liar.

Needy whimpers fall from her lips, contradicting her words. I smack her wet, needy cunt again before I curl my fingers into her tight warmth. She moves with my touch, fucking my hand. We move together in perfect synchrony, eyes locked on one another’s, working towards her release.

“I can’t believe you broke in,” she pants, her orgasm cresting.

I lick my lips, trying to stifle the grin on my face. “I can’t believe you faked passing out.”

“Yeah, well,” she moans, “maybe I should be an actress. I’m good at faking things,” she whines as I drive my hand into her deeper, harder, just how she fucking likes it.

“Well, I know that you aren’t faking this,” I grin with lustful pride just as a moan splits the air, accompanying the wet squirt of arousal that slicks my hand as she sprays her sweet release onto it.

Fuck. A bratty Zeppelin fan who’s also a squirter. I’m fucked.

I leave my hand in her, letting her ride the high of her release, not sure what feisty and vile thing will come out of her mouth next. Staring at her, I notice the ease that just took over her face from coming vanishes abruptly as footsteps stomp from behind us. Time suddenly slows down. Confused, I move to turn around, but I’m stopped by a scratchy cloth being pressed over my face. I shift my gaze to where a masked man stands at the side of the bed, forcing an identical cloth over her mouth. Our eyes meet for a second, and all I can hear as I begin to fade into the darkness is an unrecognizable voice murmuring “he wasn’t supposed to be here” before the darkness swallows us whole…together.