TWENTY

JACK

I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. There was no turning back now. It’d gone too far. She was like a drug I couldn’t resist. I was addicted to her. Everything I wanted to do, I did. She didn’t complain, she didn’t argue. She submitted willingly. No, it was more than that. She wanted me to do it. I’d never met anyone like her before. It couldn’t work of course. There was no way this could last.

She was going to be out of the country pretty soon. I was going to have to move again. No doubt questions would start to be asked about my missing neighbour. I’d already seen a few posters on lamp posts. It felt like everyone was looking for her and she’d only been gone for a couple of days.

I tried to block her out of my mind so I could sleep but it wasn’t easy. I wanted to go back down, sleep next to her again. That was something else I’d never enjoyed before. But with her, I could picture a lifetime of sleeping in the same bed, waking up next to that body, that face, those eyes, could there be anything finer?

Her father had been in touch, letting me know that the final preparations were being made. At most, I had another two or three days with her. Then all I would have to do was get her to the airport, see her on the plane, and walk away. It should have been simple. It was just a job, like any other. But this job wasn’t like any other. She wasn’t like anyone else. She had got under my skin, she had invaded my soul and once there, I could see no way of getting rid of her.

But the pain would be mine to deal with. She was young, she’d get over me. She just had some fucked up Stockholm syndrome shit going on. Once she was free, her feelings for me would blow away on the breeze. If only the same could be said for me.

I slept eventually, my mind plagued even in my dreams by how hard it would be to say goodbye. I woke up the next morning and my first thought was of her. I reached out an arm, hoping to find her laid next to me. Then I remembered. She was still downstairs, where it was safe, where she was safe.

I climbed out of bed, the morning air cold on my naked skin, needing to see her but telling myself I was just going to check on her. I had tried to walk away from her last night, to leave her down there and get my head straight, stop thinking with my cock and start using my brain. It hadn’t worked.

I opened the cellar door and there she was, laid asleep on her back, the blanket half off the bed, her chest covered but her legs exposed. What legs they were, slender, so kissable, the last hints of dried candle wax still stuck to them.

She didn’t stir as I headed down the stairs. I tiptoed across to her and knelt at the foot of the bed. I took hold of her ankle and eased it to one side, moving up quietly, waiting to see if she stirred. She didn’t. I positioned myself directly between her legs, staring at her pussy. It looked delicious, those pink folds just calling out to me. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to those folds, running my tongue softly along them. Still she didn’t stir.

I was easing my tongue into her when she finally shifted position, mumbling above me. I moved my tongue up to her clit, gently lapping at her as her legs shuffled from side to side. I heard her let out a low moan as I dipped my tongue into her again, then I returned to her clit, taking my time, being slow and gentle, teasing her from sleep, making sure the first thing she felt when she woke up was my doing this.

Her hands slid down to my hair, stroking it as I spread her lips with my fingers, lapping up her wetness, loving the sweet taste of her on my tongue. Her clit was swollen and glistening, drawing my eye and my hands. I teased her again, blowing cool air onto it before sliding two fingers into her. I hooked them upwards, rubbing at her inner walls whilst circling her clit with my tongue. I’d teased her long enough. With a final kiss, I sat up, looking up at her. She still had her eyes closed.

I rubbed my rock hard cock against her clit, coating it in her juices before lifting her legs to my shoulders. There was her ass, begging for me to be inside. I eased the tip of me between her buttocks, watching as her eyes finally opened wide in shock. Before she could say anything, the head of me had forced its way into her ass, stretching her wide. “You’re so tight,” I said as I rocked a little deeper into her.

“It feels so good,” she replied, her hips pushing up against me. “I never knew it could feel that good.”

I took it slow for as long as I could, which wasn’t long, before starting to thrust deep into her ass, stroking her clit at the same time, bringing her to a powerful climax within minutes. When it hit, I stared at her, loving the sight of her losing control, her face wild, her body shaking whilst her ass gripped me ever tighter.

“Do you want my cum in your ass?” I asked. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Please give it to me.”

Her pleading was enough to tip me over the edge. I rammed into her ass a final time, feeling cum explode from the end of me and fill her insides. I was in heaven, watching the grin spread over her face as I came inside her ass. “Good morning, Bella,” I said as I slid gently from her. “Sleep well?”