Stef
As they sat on the bed together, Stef listened to the entire long, strange story. She knew she should have had a million questions for him, and she did—but for some reason, the least-important one came out first.
“Bax? What kind of a name is that?”
He smirked. “Short for Baxter. And believe me, bikers don't take you seriously when you're a Baxter.”
“I suppose they wouldn't,” she mused, chewing on her lower lip pensively.
“You don't seem too surprised by all of this,” Bax pointed out.
Stef thought it over. “I...guess I'm not, actually. This might sound weird, but it confirms a theory my mother already had about you. She tried to tell Dad that you were some kind of fraud who was working with the bikers to rip him off.”
Bax raised his eyebrows. “Jesus, really? She guessed all that?”
“Uh-huh. Dad refused to hear it, though. He shouted her down. He's convinced that you're for real, and that you'll make him one of the richest men in the country.” She started to laugh. “Wow, have you seen what you've done to him, by the way? He's completely falling apart! You must be one heck of a con man.”
“'Hell,'” he corrected her. “And for what it's worth, yeah, I'm one of the best in the world.”
“And so modest, too,” she said. “If having sex with me wasn't part of the plan, then why did you?”
He looked deep into her eyes. “You know.”
“And why tell me everything now?”
“You know that, too.”
She shook her head. “Nope. Sorry, but if you want to convince me I should trust you now, you'll need to do a lot better than that.”
“I told you because whatever we have, I don't want it to be over when we're done scamming your father. I want you to come with me. I know you hate it here, and I know you want to go someplace where your parents can't tell you what to do anymore. You might find it hard to believe, but my childhood wasn't so different from yours where that's concerned—and believe me, staying only guarantees that you'll stay miserable. Eventually, the time comes when all that's left is for you to run away. For you, that time is now.”
“Is that the only reason?” she asked warily.
Bax smiled. “No, there's one more. I helped my friend Skull get payback for what your old man did to him. I'm betting you wouldn't mind some payback of your own. You can help us strike the final blow against him, and come out the other side with enough of his money to live your life however you want.”
Stef thought this over. It seemed like Bax held the keys to a whole new life, one where all her dreams of freedom and independence could come true. But as she looked at him and processed everything he'd told her, she realized that the dream she most wanted to come true was the dream of being with him.
She reached out, taking his face in her hands and kissing him.
The warm breeze of his breath inside her mouth made her light-headed with desire. She felt his hand pressing against the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
The first time they'd been together like this, Bax had kept his clothes on. Every night since then—even the nights after the second date, when she'd convinced herself that she hated him—she'd been haunted by the thought of what had been under those clothes. His wide shoulders and tapered waist made her hungry to see his body, and she'd promised herself that if she ever had another chance, she'd satisfy her curiosity.
Now she fumbled with the buttons on Bax's shirt as she kept kissing him, undoing them one at a time until she could pull them aside and gaze at the chest beneath them.
His pecs and abs were firm. There were tattoos here and there—some of them were vivid and detailed, while others were crude and blurry, like jailhouse ink. She briefly wondered if he'd ever been in prison.
But one thing caught her attention the most, and she had to stifle a giggle.
“You're blonde?”
Bax nodded, smiling.
She shrugged. “Works for me.” And suddenly her lips were on his neck, working their way down his chest and stomach passionately until she was on her knees in front of his belt buckle. Her fingers trembled as she unbuckled it and lowered his zipper. His cock emerged, already hard for her.
She took the shaft in her hands for a few moments, kneading it gently, feeling it pulse and quiver in her palms. Then she brushed aside a strand of hair that was hanging in her face and parted her lips, taking him into her mouth.
A moan escaped Bax's lips and Stef immediately reached out for his hands with hers, squeezing his fingers as a warning. There were several rooms between her bedroom and her parents' room, but still, they couldn't risk making any sounds above a whisper. Bax signaled his understanding of this with a squeeze back, his breath coming in tight hisses.
Stef reveled in the feeling of his cock throbbing against her tongue. She felt a secret delight in plunging it deep into her throat, taking herself to the absolute threshold of gagging on it, and then pulling back at the last moment. It was warm as it pushed up against the roof of her mouth over and over again insistently. His hands were wrapped around hers so tightly that her fingers were starting to ache, but she didn't care.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she withdrew her mouth and stood up between his legs, pushing her panties down and kicking them aside.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Bax?” Stef asked in a hushed tone. She smiled, enjoying the role reversal.
Bax grinned, nodding. “Oh yes.”
“Then ask me.”
Bax's muscular arms snaked around her waist forcefully as he looked into her eyes, teasing her, daring her. “No, I'll tell you. Fuck me, Stef. Fuck me now.”
Stef felt a delicious shudder edge up her spine at his commanding tone. She hiked up her nightgown and straddled Bax's waist, lowering her wet pussy onto him. She bit back a moan of delight as he penetrated her, feeling him pierce into the molten core of her like a drill seeking precious ore.
His arms were folded around her torso, holding her tight while he thrust himself up into her. His palms were rough, but the way they touched her back was so gentle. The delicate lips of her pussy were stretched to the aching point around the base of his cock, until she felt as though she might be torn in half.
Bax's eyes remained locked onto hers. They seemed to want to say so much. But Stef knew he couldn’t say anything, knew they both had to keep quiet as their bodies rocked together in sweaty, delirious silence. The only sounds came from their heavy breathing, growing faster and more jagged with every new push.
Finally, Stef felt something burst open inside of her like an overfilled water balloon. Her thighs shook and spasmed, clinching around him more tightly. Her heightened gasps seemed to hover on the precipice of becoming something more, a moan, a scream...
Bax reached for a pillow behind him and handed it to her just in time for her to bite down on it. Then she unleashed a stifled string of shrieked vowels into it, letting go, surrendering to the tidal rush that poured through her entire body. She felt him climax inside of her with a shudder of lust before he collapsed backward onto the bed with a heavy thump.
Stef pulled herself off of Bax's lap and climbed onto the bed next to him. He put his arm around her and she pressed herself against his side, savoring his scent. They stayed that way for about ten minutes before she raised herself up on one elbow, looking at Bax quizzically.
“So how do you see me helping you take down my father? I mean, my mother already suspects what you're doing, so that seems like it'd be a pretty impossible hurdle to clear.”
Bax smiled. “You're right. Which is why the next step needs to be something so convincing, even she can't believe it was staged.”
He told her his plan. She had to admit, it seemed flawless—she was sure both of her parents would fall for it.
“Okay, sounds good,” she said. “But meanwhile, we need to get you out of here.”
Bax pouted. “What, I don't get to stay the night?”
Stef rolled her eyes. “Ha ha. We need to wait until the guard is on the far side of the house again. Then I can sneak you downstairs, switch off the security system, and let you out the side door. Think you can get over the fence again?”
“I hurt my ankle on the way up, but I should be able to, yeah.”
She gave him a stern look. “You'd better. You don't want to know what happened to the last guy my father caught me trying to see behind his back.”
“Aw, he wouldn't do nothin' like that to me,” Bax said, affecting a thick New York Italian accent. “I'm a freakin' made guy, over here!”
“Shhh! If he finds you in here, you'll be a made eunuch.” But Stef couldn't stop herself from giggling.
She peered out of the window, waiting for the guard to finish crossing the lawn. Then she turned to Bax, saying, “It's time. Let's move.”
As Stef hustled Bax out of her room, she thought she saw something move in the corner of her eye. But when she looked down the hall, she didn't see anyone.
“What is it?” Bax asked.
“Nothing. Come on. And make sure you step on the same floorboards and steps that I do.”
Together, they snuck down to the side door. Stef punched the correct code into the key pad and opened the door. Bax stole a cruelly-short final kiss which left her lips tingling before he broke into a run across the yard, limping slightly. She watched as he shimmied up the fence and disappeared over the other side.
Then she reset the alarm and crept back up to bed with a big grin, knowing she wouldn't be getting any sleep that night.