CHAPTER TEN - LOGAN
I was awake before the sun came up, lying in my bed, thinking about how fucking bad I felt for being an asshole to Kailey. Sure, I could lose my job over this, but I didn’t stop to think about the fact that she had been through hell lately. It bothered me that she thought I didn’t give a shit about her. In fact, after yesterday morning, I had started to feel something real for her. It was more than just wanting to fuck her every five seconds. I was definitely wrong for how I handled the situation, and I knew damn sure that if someone treated my mother the way I treated Kailey, I would take them out.
I needed to fix this situation. I jumped up from the bed and threw on my shorts and t-shirt. I looked in the mirror and fixed my messy hair before reaching for the doorknob. If she wasn’t already awake, I would wake her up with an apology and an invitation to breakfast. That would be perfect—nonthreatening and definitely nonsexual. Whatever I did, I had to make sure to keep the rest of my time here as professional as possible. I wanted Kailey to know I did care for her. That meant keeping my dick in my pants and my daydreams in the shower.
I walked quietly down the hall and knocked on the door, opening it before she had a chance to answer. As I walked in, I froze. I looked at her sprawled across the bed, her legs spread eagle and her hands between them. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and as much as I wanted to look away, I just couldn’t. So much for keeping my dick in my pants. She looked up with surprise that only lasted a moment before she smirked and bit her lip.
“Don’t stop just because of me,” I said in a low voice, closing the door and moving to the foot of the bed.
“Oh yeah? You wanna watch?” Her voice was sexy and low with desire. Just the sound of it stiffened my cock.
I nodded and watched as she took her fingers and put them in her mouth, wetting them until they were dripping. She trailed her fingers over her breasts, lingering on her nipples for a moment, rubbing them between her fingers and rolling her eyes in pleasure. Slowly, she moved her hand downward, hovering right above her swollen, wet pussy. The anticipation was killing me, and I backed up, pulling myself up on the dresser and rubbing my dick through my shorts.
“Spread those lips,” I said, licking mine.
She smiled and slid her fingers through the slit, opening her mound and gasping as the cold air hit her nub. She slid her fingers up and down in the creases, massaging the skin around her clit. Her hips bucked and her breathing began to pick up. I stood up and pulled my shorts and briefs off, tossing them to the side, lifting my shirt and running my hand up my hard shaft.
“What now, playboy?” she asked with a coy tone. “Because if you don’t tell me soon, I might shove your head down there.”
“Nah,” I said, shaking my finger. “Rub your clit with one hand, and slide two of your fingers inside.”
She bent her left leg at the knee and pulled it up toward her chest, reaching under with one hand and holding up two, then three fingers, lifting an eyebrow and smirking. She slid her fingers inside of herself and arched her back, moaning loudly as the other finger massaged her clit. I watched quietly from across the room, stroking my erection slowly, careful not to come until I had a chance to play. I knew I shouldn’t, but this was literally the most amazing thing I had ever seen. She put her leg down and reached forward to get a better angle, thrusting her fingers in harder and deeper. She cried out as she got wetter and wetter.
“Mmm, baby, I want to fuck you,” she moaned.
“Nope,” I smirked. “I want to watch you come.”
Just the sound of my voice seemed to rev her engine more. She smiled as she plunged her fingers in deep, rotating them before pulling back out, rubbing the wetness across her lips. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder by the second, and though I was resolved to see this to the finish line, it was hard to fight the urge to fuck her senseless.
As she moved her hand faster and faster inside herself, I could see her temperature rising. She moved her hips faster like she did when she was fucking me, rubbing her palm over her clit and digging her feet into the bed. Slowly, she picked her ass up from the bed and gyrated against her own hand, screaming as she reached higher and higher toward climax.
“You going to come for me, baby?” I whispered.
“Yeah, baby,” she whined. “I’m going to come for you hard.”
“Mmm, yeah, let me see it. Let me hear it,” I growled, stroking my dick harder.
She wailed loudly, the sound echoing through the house. She gritted her teeth and pushed her fingers in deep, moving her other hand rapidly over her clit. As her back arched one more time, her shoulders came up off the bed, too, and she screamed out. The waves of her orgasm floated through the room. I could see her body twitching as the wetness ran from her pussy. I gripped my dick hard, not giving a shit that I forgot a condom. I needed her pussy, and I needed it right now. I wanted to feel every inch of her against my skin.
I crawled toward her shaking body and licked her pussy, tasting her sweet juices and listening to her groan in a renewed ecstasy. I grabbed her legs and spread them wide, pulling her hips forward and jamming my dick inside of her. Her pussy was warm and soft and I rolled my eyes, holding just a second before beginning to pound into her. There was no holding back and I leaned forward, grabbing hard on to her tits as my skin slapped against hers. She screamed out as I thrust inside her, not waiting before pulling out and doing it again. Sweat poured down my forehead as I gave her the hardest fuck I could muster, feeling myself filling her up with my cock.
I leaned back up and pulled back toward me, grabbing her hips again and pushing her back on the bed. I was in charge this time. I rammed my dick into her hard and fast, watching her climb back up toward another orgasm. I knew that when she went off, there was no hope for me and I rocked my pelvis against hers. She clawed for something to hold on to before grabbing her own tits and bouncing back and forth, trying to keep her orgasm at bay.
“Don’t hold back,” I said through gritted teeth. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
With those words, she relaxed her shoulders and pushed forward with every thrust, taking my erection deeper and deeper inside of her. I watched her eyes roll back in her head as she arched her back, feeling the explosion of her warm wet pussy. I gripped her hips, feeling myself getting closer, pushing it right to the edge. I pulled out and climbed on top of her, jacking it until I burst all over her tits. I looked down as she gazed back up at me, her head lifted, her mouth wide open, and her tongue lapping at my seed. I stroked it a couple more times and braced myself as she finished it off with her mouth, the tip being extraordinarily sensitive. I reached over to the side and grabbed her shower towel, wiping her off. When she was all cleaned up, I leaned down and kissed her lips softly, thanking her for such an amazing show.
Though I knew I screwed up by giving in to this woman again, there was just something so satisfying about being with her. It was hard to imagine what I would do when we finally left this safe house.