Page 24 of Say You'll Stay

“I sprayed you down with the hose.”

“And stared at me like you’d never seen me before.”

“Your T-shirt was white and thin.” She pauses.

“Don’t stop.” I want to hear about all her lustful thoughts.

“Very thin.” Her tongue peeks between her teeth. She’s so hot.

“It wasn’t the first time I kissed you, but it was the first time I kissed you there.” I look toward her cunt where her fingers are shuttling in and out.

“You were hard. I could see it through your jeans.”

“Wet denim is a bitch to pull off. I tore your panties by accident.”

“Accident?” She huffs out a disbelieving laugh.

“Hard to say now. My fingers were rough and calloused and when I touched you, I was afraid I’d hurt you.”

“It felt so good.”

“Are you imagining that it’s my fingers inside you right now?”

She nods.

“I want it too, babe, just like back then, but I couldn’t stop with touching you. I had to taste you. You came on my tongue, and it was so sweet and tangy. We would’ve gone further, but the Morrises called us in for supper.”

“I had to go without underwear.” Her eyes are half-lidded as she remembers that night at dinner.

“Your cunt rubbed against the seam of your jeans.”

“I kept shifting, and Mrs. Morris asked me if I had to go to the bathroom.”

“And you said yes and went to the bathroom to touch yourself.”

“I had to,” she cries.

I sat at the dinner table an extra-long time because my hard-on was too obvious to stand up. “I kept thinking about how my cock would feel inside you because my tongue, my fingers, weren’t enough. Just like your fingers aren’t enough for younow.” I stand to my feet and strip off my jeans. In one stride, I’m on top of her. I take myself in hand and thrust inside her wet heat. She gasps and rakes her fingernails down my back.

I had been trying to teach her a lesson, but I’m the one that got taught. I don’t have any control when it comes to her; I’m nothing but a mass of desperate need. I devour her mouth, plunging into her again and again until her cum drips over my shaft and I flood her with my seed. We doze off and when I wake again, I’m still inside of her, hard and ready. I roll her over and take her from behind, pushing her up on her knees and taking her so hard the bed skitters across the floor.

“I love you, Vasey. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too, West. It’s been too long.”

“Never again.” I keep working her until we’re both spent.

She moans when I touch her hip. “I can’t take another round. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

“I’ll carry you,” I say confidently despite my own knees feeling like Jell-O.

She laughs and pushes at my hand.

I grab a blanket and cover us both.

I’m not sure what wakes me a few hours later. Intuition? Some leftover Army instinct? I get to my feet and grab my phone. On the security app, I see a dark figure climb the fence just to the left of the gate to Ware’s estate. I put a camera facing his driveway so I could check Vasey’s comings and goings. Or maybe I’d put it there just for this. Gideon would want revenge after getting kicked out. Whether he was going to take it out on Ware or his daughter, I’m not sure. I could leave this up to Ware, but if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself.

I throw some clothes on and stuff my Beretta into the back of my jeans. I climb over at the same spot Gideon did and follow the soft depressions in the grass he made. The trail leads me to the staff entrance where the numbskull is fumblingwith the lock and cursing loudly. A red light from the security camera overhead blinks quietly. Gideon didn’t notice it. Ware is probably inside watching with amusement.