Chapter 4
COURTNEY
Forever Young by Alphaville
“Don’t wait up,” my mom calls out as she spritzes her perfume down the hall, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I mutter, pretending to look at my beeper. Dad jingles his keys, as he pulls on his jacket. His eyes hungrily roaming over my mother, who looks like a model straight off a Balmain runway.
A black silk dress with a deep plunge on the chest that shows her expensive rack. Her brunette waves are picked up in an updo, and the look is sealed with her signature smokey look that makes her forest green eyes pop.
“We’ll be back late. Maybe midnight,” Dad says as he extends his hand towards my mom. I roll my eyes, a smile gracing my lips. The later, the better I want to reply, but instead I say, “I’ll be fine, please enjoy your time.”
My parents walk towards me, my dad stopping to place a kiss on the top of my head.
“If you need anything, we are just a call away.” I nod, making sure I don’t look too eager, but also dying for them to finally walk out the door.
I have plans, and that is me getting railed while I listen to The Neighborhoods.
With that, my parents head out the door, closing it behind them.
My heart skips a beat from the excitement, when I hear the loud rumble of my father’s antique sports car.
The one he says helped him secure a date with my mom.
And when I hear the crunch of the gravel, I peek out the window, and I’m met with the red shine of their taillights, and I grin.
Quickly, I look down at my phone and begin typing away.
Me: Alone. Side door please.
It takes me forever to type out the message.
The constant clicking to get one letter at the time doesn’t work with long, manicured fingers.
It’s a chore. I walk back to my room, to put on something more comfortable.
Being in knee high boots all day sucks but what is beauty without pain.
Pushing the door open to my room, I’m greeted by the smell of my perfume that still lingers in the space and my large king size bed that sits diagonally across my door.
In a commanding position, as my mom would say.
It doesn’t take long before I hear the soft creak of the back door throughout the quiet house.
I smile, kicking off my boots and stepping into my Hello Kitty slippers—my most prized possession, fluffy, warm and comfortable.
Brad gently whistles to alert me of his presence and a shiver runs down my spine at the excitement.
“Miss me?” he teases as he moves closer, his hand sliding inside the waistband of my plaid skirt, before he presses me into him.
With a smile, I reply, “Barely.”
He laughs, his mouth already hungrily finding mine. The taste of mint and weed invades my mouth as I push him back enough to notice he’s wearing shoes in the house. “Shoes off. If my mom sees dirt on her pristine tile again—”
He cuts me off with another kiss. “Relax, it’s just us.” Softly, he smoothes out imaginary wrinkles on my forehead with his thumb. “All this stress will have you getting Botox before you’re thirty.”
I roll my eyes. “Fuck off.”
Walking away from him, I move towards my vinyl record player to turn it on. When I feel Brad’s warmth on my back, his hand snakes up around my waist, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His blond curls tickle my collarbone.
“I want to be inside you, baby,” he coos before spinning me around, my ass bumping into my dresser.
He wets his lips, blue eyes roaming over me with reverence and hunger.
A beast needing to rut, which causes butterflies to dance in my core.
Arousal begins to coat my thong, and when his lips crash into me…
I melt.
Our ragged breath mingles as our tongues explore each other's mouths. Teeth clashing. It’s animalistic and desperate.
I push him just enough so I can pull him onto the bed, and his fingers move quickly beneath my shirt and he pulls it over my head just as we plop down on the firm mattress.
His hand moves over my wet pussy as he uses his palm to apply pressure where I ache the most. “Damn, baby, so wet already.”
“Mmm,” I hum, grinding my core into the palm of his hand as his tongue licks a wet path down the side of my jaw, to my neck, and down my sternum. My back arches off the bed, the contrast of his warm tongue and the cold room has my skin pebbling.
“You smell so good” He nips at my skin before inhaling deeply into my skin. A low groan escapes from his lips, the rumble of it sending warmth straight to my cunt. Using his nose, he works his way to my breast before nuzzling the fabric off my large breast. His lips close around my nipple.
I moan, my nails digging into his back only to be met with a barrier of cotton instead of skin. Too many clothes. I need him naked, but before I can ask, his tongue flicks against the bud, before placing a soft bite that causes me to clench.
“Need you inside,” I rasp out.
Brad coos around my tit as he suckles and bites. His groin slowly grinding into my sex. “You want this dick?” He grinds. “Beg for it.”
And I do. Oh, do I beg. “Please, Brad,” I breathe. “Fuck me with your big, fat cock.”
He groans a deep guttural sound as he presses hard into me. The warmth of his mouth leaves my nipple, and he begins to lick his way towards my center, before stopping and pulling away so I can see his blue eyes and his perfect nose that nuzzles over my landing strip that’s covered by lace.
“I’m gonna fuck you, but first, I’m gonna taste the mess between your legs.” With that, he swings my legs over his shoulders, my skirt riding higher up my waist, and using his teeth to rip off part of the lace. Just enough to give him access.
We both moan when his tongue flattens against my core, and in one swift upward motion, he licks up the arousal that’s spilling out of me.
Brad pulls away to show me how he’s savoring my taste before diving back in.
His tongue flicks and licks. His fingers curl inside me, keeping a delightful dance.
I’m so close to the edge, my toes curling with each movement.
My hips moving with each thrust of his fingers, my clit rubbing against his nose as he devours me like his last meal.
My hips buck as I grow closer, and his left hand works on my nipple.
He twirls it and pinches it, matching each movement with his tongue.
Stars dance in my vision and, before I know it, I explode.
My body arches off the bed, trying to buck him off, but he pins me down, still devouring me.
“Bra–d.” I swear time just stops as my pussy pulsates into his waiting mouth.
The air grows still as the soundtrack changes. For a heartbeat, the world is perfect….
Thump...
The sound has us stopping right in our tracks.
He glances up at me his eyebrows pulling together searching for answers as to what the fuck that was.
I don’t know, but my own panic is already taking its hold on me.
Did my parents come back home? We remain frozen in place, listening to the quiet noise coming from downstairs.
It sounds like something was dropped and now is being dragged throughout the house.
“Do you hear that?” Brad whispers, his eyes shooting to the door. To the very door that is wide open and unlocked. Using my legs, I push him off, scared that it’s my parents. Rolling to my stomach, I peek out my tall windows that have a perfect view to the garage and driveway.
The sound continues. It's so faint that you can hardly hear it, but it’s irrevocably there. Brad looks at me. “You sure your folks are gone?”
I swallow, my gaze fixed on the empty spot in the driveway. “Positive.”
Looking over my shoulder, Brad sits between my legs. Even through his pants I can tell his erection is softening by the second. Disappointment creeps up as we sit in silence waiting for something to happen, but there’s nothing.
No more sounds, only the ticking from the giant grandfather clock in the hall. I let out a shaky laugh. “You know, I think it was probably the ice maker, Dad said something about needing to replace the fridge.”
I try to change the eerie feeling, hoping I can bring back the mood. Clenching my thighs together, I feel that pressure that causes me to quiver. I want to get railed, not fucking play Nancy Drew. He smirks when I roll onto my back and trail my hand down my abs, stopping right above my cunt.
“It was just the fridge,” I repeat, begging him with my eyes and pouting my lips.
He nods, lifting his body over mine and grinding into me.
I spread my legs wider to give him access, and his bulge begins to thicken behind the fabric from the delicious friction.
Brad kisses my collarbone before he exhales a small sigh.
“That’s what you get for living in the suburbs. ”
“What do I get?” I ask playfully, arching my body into him, and he nips my skin, eliciting a soft purr from my lips.
He gives me a dramatic pause. “Haunted fridges.”
Brad laughs like he said the greatest joke in history, and I try to laugh too. Like, I really do, and then—
Thump…
Thump…
This time the sound is louder, and it’s followed by a scraping sound. My heart jumps to my throat and my stomach turns when the sound morphs into what sounds like a door slowly creaking open.
Brad sits up, fixing his clothes as he does. “That’s not the fridge, Court.”
“No, shit.”
I swallow hard, trying to push back the bile climbing up my throat. “Maybe my dad forgot something.”
My words seem to have no meaning for Brad, because he’s already moving towards the door, whispering. “I’ll go check.”
“Brad, don’t—”
But he’s gone before I can finish my sentence, his feet softly padding against the wooden floor as he walks down the hall.
The house softly groans with every step and, before I know it, I’m following behind him.
Blood rushes to my ears, and all I can hear is my own heartbeat in the silence of the house. It all feels too eerie… so still.
When I curve around the stairs, I stay at the top for a bit, pushing hair behind my ear, and I try to focus on the soft muttering, and that’s when I hear Brad trying to be brave, but I can’t make out what he is saying. Just as I feel a small surge of relief...
It all goes quiet.
I hold my breath as I make it down the stairs, making sure to stay in the middle where I can’t make a sound.
When I make it to the bottom, everything looks the same—family portraits still in place, mom’s fancy China—everything is exactly how it should be.
My pulse quickens as the air somehow grows colder, heavier even.
Slowly, I make my way towards the kitchen, when I catch a glimpse of something glinting on the floor. Brad’s phone. Cracked and buzzing faintly against the wood.
“Brad?” I call out softly, my voice trembling with fear.
Wrapping my arms around me, I bend down to pick up the phone.
Then, I hear breathing—more like wheezing.
It’s low and wet, sort of like rattles, as if someone is trying to catch a breath through a throat full of— I clutch my mouth, the lump in my larynx growing larger by the moment.
I look down at Brad’s phone, he also has no bars, no service, and the buzzing is just an alarm. Fuck! Turning off the alarm, my ears perk up at a new sound coming from the kitchen.
Drip!
Drip!
Drip!
Rising to my feet, I turn toward the sound.
That's when I notice the dark trail that leads from the counter towards the pantry door, which is open just enough for me to notice the movement coming from inside.
My stomach knots and my bowels water from the stress. Biting back my whimper, I inch forward.
“Brad?” I whisper again, but the voice that answers isn’t his.
It’s deeper and wrong. My body jumps, my nerves standing on edge. Every hair in my body rises with each careful step. “Court–ney.”
This time the pantry door creaks wider, allowing something to crawl out, and for me to scream at the top of my lungs as my eyes widen as the figure crawls out slowly and deliberately.
Something long, shiny, and coated in red drags across mother’s white tiles.
The smell hits me like a hammer to the face. Iron and something I can’t quite name.
I blink away the tears, and without the blur I can start to focus.
That’s when my mind registers Brad. Not only him but his entrails slithering like a sick tail beneath his body.
The drag against the white tile sounds wet, like a mop made of flesh.
Each crawl pulls more along with it, and blood pools beneath him.
I scream, the high pitch sound piercing my ear drums. Stumbling backwards, as he inches closer, his perfect, pouty lips are now split wide.
His tongue hangs down to his chin, blood mixing with his saliva as he reaches towards me.
All bloody and missing fingers. I shake my head, I wasn’t too long behind him.
This couldn’t be.
“Brad, baby?” I whimper, when the lights flicker and I feel something creep up behind me, but as I turn, pain blooms on the side of my head, and my vision blurs out of focus.
Something warm trickles down my forehead towards my nose.
My knees wobble, as the dark figure stalks towards me.
Fingers slide down my scalp, biting into the flesh as my head is pulled upwards.
The blood streams into my mouth and I gag at the taste.
Still, I try to focus, when warm breath fans my face. “I guess it’s just the two of us now.”