Chapter 11 #2
My dick lengthened against the teasing strokes of her fingers. I couldn’t push her hand away, or look away from that sexy glow in her eyes. “Don’t get attached,” I said.
“It’s not your problem if I do,” she said. “It’s mine. Don’t sweat it. You’ll be long gone, anyhow. You won’t have to watch me be all sad about it.”
Bullshit. It was always my problem. That was my thing, inheriting other peoples’ problems, and their punishments, too. I have a supernatural talent for it.
I remembered, abruptly, that as far as Sandee knew, I was a sociopathic monster, so I’d better man up and try to act like one. Make her understand that she was here with me as a convenient fuck after a long dry spell.
The fact that she was turned-on by this scenario was pathological, and way too complicated for me to untangle. But like it or not, I had to stay in character.
I pulled a condom out of my pocket and jerked the cover off her naked body. I grabbed her knees, and opened her legs. Sandee let out a low, whimpering sigh and arched with athletic grace, spreading still wider.
I’ve been with a lot of beautiful women, but never for long. I always kept my cool, kept my distance. A shitty upbringing burns that kind of caution in real deep.
But Sandee’s voluptuous surrender just got to me. Pulled at me. So raw, so unselfconscious and real. I’d never felt anything like it. It was irresistible.
I slid my hand up the velvety perfection of her inner thigh, up to the puff of dark blonde fuzz over her pussy.
Everything else was waxed off, smooth as a rose petal.
I ran my fingertips up and down the slick divide of her pussy lips, feeling the honey sweet moisture, like an exquisite oil, inviting me in.
I slid my fingers inside her while I tenderly caressed the bud of her clit with my thumb. I was so turned on, I could hardly breathe. She was exquisitely wet, shivers of excitement wracking her beautiful body. Turned on…for me.
No. For James. Not for me. Remember that, dick-for-brains.
I couldn’t do that, not while staring into her eyes. In this raw, torn-open state, I couldn’t keep up the role of the monster she wanted to save.
I got up off the bed, shoving down my pants, quickly sheathing my dick with latex. I made a brusque gesture. “Turn around,” I said curtly. “Hands and knees.”
Her eyelashes fluttered with doubt, but she turned, looking over her shoulder as she leaned forward on her elbows. She arched her back, parting her legs wider.
This was a mistake. I had thought it was her eyes that would melt me down, but her ass in the air, thighs open, that shadowy pink pussy luring me…
if I even manage to stay conscious, it’ll be a victory.
I gripped her ass cheeks, caressing her slick, yielding pussy lips with my cockhead.
Getting it good and wet as I nudged inside.
Pleasure wrenched a groan from me as I slid into her. So good. I could never get enough. Clinging and sweet. It made me want to lose the latex. Skin on skin. Fuck her with my naked cock, feeling everything. The heat, the wet. Then fill her with my come.
Whoa. Walk it back, bozo. None of that shit. Not going there.
I focus on sliding deep inside her, gripping her hips.
Watching my dick slide out, gleaming with her balm, with the bleak realization that it didn’t make any difference, fucking her from behind.
The sense of intense intimacy still burned me.
I reached around to cup her mound, catching her clit between my fingers.
Squeezing it as I fucked her, seeking the perfect angle, the perfect stroke.
She was primed, and it didn’t take long. In just a few moments, she went rigid. Wailing as her climax wrenched through her. Squeezing and milking my dick and pulling me after her. The whole universe exploding along with me as I came.
I found myself collapsed over her afterward. Crushing her into the crumpled blankets. Glued to her with sweat. Both of us panting. Trembling violently.
I was pissed. Of all things, I was angry.
At her, for being so goddamn vulnerable, so stupid and unguarded.
And at me for taking advantage of it. How could she let a convict, an escaped murderer, take her to a shack in the woods, strip her naked and fuck her brains out?
She must have a death wish. And it bothered the living fuck out of me that she was so unprotected. Not just from me. From everyone.
Someone should be taking care of this girl. Someone should save her from herself. But it couldn’t be me. I was triple booked. Useless to her, except as a dangerous reinforcement of all her worst self-destructive instincts. And it just drove…me…nuts.
I went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, came back and yanked on my jeans. Sandee was still curled up on the bed, starry eyed and rosy and tousled.
She sat up, frowning in puzzlement. “You look mad.”
“Yeah,” I blurted. “You shouldn’t do this.”
“Do what?”
I shook my head angrily, wishing I hadn’t opened my mouth. This bullshit was not in character for James Craig the asshole. “Let yourself be used,” I said. “Opening your legs for a no-good thug bastard like me. Begging for it. For fuck’s sake.”
Sandee’s mouth dropped open in outrage. She slid off the bed, jumping to her feet. Magnificent and unselfconscious in her nakedness.
“I thought you liked it!” she said sharply. “It’s just bullshit sex talk, you sanctimonious dickhead! What’s wrong with it, if we both like it?”
I shook my head. I didn’t know how to put it into words. How dangerous it was to her. How it left her wide open to be used.
“Fuck you,” she said, eyes ablaze. “You’re a fine one to criticize! Like someone who bitches about the calories in the cheesecake after they’ve already eaten the whole thing! Don’t be a hypocrite, James. You ate it. You liked it. You can’t say you didn’t.”
“You’re giving your power away,” I said.
“Well, there’s plenty more power where that came from.” She marched past me, chin up, tits out, flushed a hot red. “Get out of my way. I’m going to wash up.”
She was a long time in the bathroom. Long enough for me to contemplate my sins, and feel like shit for being hypocritical.
Also to ponder how different she seemed when she got really pissed at me.
She got suddenly sharper, deeper. She used a different tone, different words.
Of course, I’d already gleaned from her letters that she was a lot smarter than she let on.
She’d probably learned how to play dumb to survive.
Sandee was right about me gobbling up the goddamn cheesecake. Why criticize her for letting me take advantage when I couldn’t hold back myself? That was unfair.
I didn’t have time to stress about this. I had to get rid of this girl before she took me down. Find a safe place for her that wasn’t right in my face. Or riding my dick.
She finally emerged, and went straight to the T-shirt I’d given her before, pulling it on. She looked around the room as if she was searching for some other place to be.
“Get into the bed,” I said.
“I’d rather take the cot.” Her voice was haughty and distant.
“Too fucking bad,” I said. “That ship has sailed. Tonight, your ass belongs right over here, in this bed. It wasn’t a suggestion.”
My tone makes her lips tighten, but she does it, thank God. The last thing I wanted to do right now was muscle around some pissed off, emotional girl.
She approached reluctantly, and I gestured for her to get in between me and the wall.
Clearly, she was not thrilled to be trapped there, but tough shit.
I wanted her to be right next to me while I slept.
This place was full of firearms, ordnance, electronic equipment, money, documents.
I didn’t want her fucking with it while I was asleep.
So we were staying real cozy tonight, no matter how pissed she was at me.
“I’m turning out the light,” I said. “That cool with you?”
“You’re the big boss, right?” she asked, her voice sulky. “Why ask me?”
I shrugged. “You told me stuff in the letters. About those religious fanatics who locked you up in the dark when you were little. If that was me, I’d still be afraid of the dark. Just tell me, if that’s the case. I don’t want to have you falling apart on me with no warning.”
“Oh.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes, just chewed on her lip, which was shaking. “Um. Well, um, I usually do sleep with a light on. If you must know. But I won’t freak out if you want to turn it off. I’m not all twisted up about it. I don’t have a complex or anything. It’s just, you know. A preference.”
“I’ll leave it on, then.” I dragged her close, her back to my front. Her round, luscious ass pressed against my dick had the effect one would expect, but I ignored it.
I wound my arm around her body, flung my leg over her legs. If she moved a single muscle, I would know about it.
She smelled good. Something about the way her hair tickled my nose felt good. It made something unlock inside my chest. Letting more air in.
“Your arm is too heavy,” she complained. “I can’t breathe.”
I shifted my arm down a notch so it wasn’t resting on her ribs. “Better?”
She snorted. “I guess. You’re hot, though. Like a blast furnace.”
“Deal with it. Now shut up and let me sleep.”
She stopped talking, and I tried to calm myself down. But there was something about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It kept eluding me.
Something out of place. I was angry at her for being so vulnerable, so broken. Wide open to abuse. Things that weren’t her fault. I, of all people, should know that.
But that didn’t jive with the clear, ringing tone in her voice when she called me out for being a hypocrite. Or the cool indignation in her eyes. Or her proud posture.
And when we came together, when I felt her soul, or some crazy fucking thing, she seemed so bright. She shone like a star in that magic place in my mind. Not broken, or damaged. Ragged around the edges, maybe. Desperate, stressed, pushed to the limit.
But not broken.