Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BLAKE
I stand to the side while he makes a phone call, breathing in the comforting smell of chimney smoke while listening to crickets chirp. Normally, I’d be creeped out being on such a dark street late at night, but for once I’m enjoying it. I guess being near Freddy is weirdly comforting. Man, I need therapy.
“Okay, the docs are about to get a call about an emergency break-in at their office. They’ll have to go down to the station and fill out some paperwork.” I shake my head. Not a bad idea, but I won’t tell him that. The last thing this man needs is a bigger ego.
“What about Ethan?” I ask, realizing my mistake as his eyes darken. “What if?—”
His large body looms over me as he holds my chin in his grip, tilting my face up so I have nowhere else to look but directly into his eyes. “This is your last warning, Blake. Say his name again and you know what happens. I don’t care where we are, or what we’re doing. I’ll choke his name from your throat.”
I’m panting from a mix of fear and arousal. It was one thing when he wore the mask, but now, hearing the dirty things he says… while looking like that… my body can’t help but react.
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I rephrase. “What if he’s home?”
“Leave everything to me.”
Like clockwork, five minutes later the Porter’s luxury SUV pulls down their driveway and speeds away in the opposite direction. Freddy grins and wraps his hand in mine, something I don’t totally hate, although I won’t admit that to him. We stay in the shadows of the property, skirting around any traces of light.
“You’re almost too good at this,” I whisper. “It’s creepy.”
He lets a low chuckle permeate the air but doesn’t respond. I have no choice but to be pulled along by him, watching him scout the home like a pro. Not a criminal, my butt. I’d bet he robs houses for a living.
Once we’ve done a few passes, he asks, “Do you know where they keep the meds?”
I nod. “Upstairs, but I don’t know if they’re locked up. Sometimes they’d do that to keep him from cleaning them out.”
He tips his chin in approval, whether it’s from not slipping and saying Ethan’s name or from knowing where to find the pills, I have no idea.
“I found our best way in through the back door. Once we’re in, you lead the way.” A thrill runs through my veins. I’ve never done anything even remotely bad, never even thought about it. “You’re grinning.”
I force my face into a neutral expression. “Am not.”
“Okay, Blake.” He uses his sarcastic tone. The same one he used when he called me a liar.
We get inside exactly as planned. It took him no more than thirty seconds to pop the lock. If criminal acts impressed me— which they don’t, but if they did —I’d be impressed. Maybe even a little turned on.
He motions for me to go first, so I move ahead and guide us through the house I’ve visited often, yet always felt like an outsider in.
We cross their family room and go through the open plan kitchen. I listen for any noises but the house is completely silent apart from the click of the heat here and there. Where they had the fire going earlier was now just a pile of ash around a half burned artificial log. Two wine glasses sit on their coffee table, half full, with the bottle beside it. Looks like we interrupted a romantic evening. Oh well.
Freddy’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his body radiating onto my exposed waist. It’s helping my pulse slow to a normal rate as we slowly step up the stairs. We pass an empty guest bedroom and bathroom but I slow as we get to Ethan’s bedroom. There’s bouncing light coming from the crack at the bottom of the door. His TV’s on, I’d guess. I gesture with my finger and mouth, “ His room .” Freddy pulls me along.
He’s right, of course. What if Ethan decides at that moment to go get a snack? It’s weird that he’s here to begin with. Whatever happened at the gala must have been serious enough to warrant him sleeping back at home.
We head into the Porter’s dark bedroom and I shut the door behind us. “Okay, let’s check their bathroom.”
I’ve only ever been in here once or twice, for the same reason that we’re here now. I remember the first time Ethan came in here searching for pills. He got so excited from finding a mother lode that he tried to fuck me on his parent’s bed. I wouldn’t let him get too far, instead distracting him and pulling him into his bedroom.
“Nice furniture,” Freddy says. “You ever fuck on that bed?”
Was he a mind reader? “No. Why the hell would you ask that?” Heat spreads from my neck up.
“If you were in my house, I’d fuck you on every surface I could.” He shrugs like he’s casually discussing the weather and heads into the bathroom while I ignore the growing ache between my legs.
We open every cabinet and pull out every drawer but the most interesting meds we find are a bottle of Xanax and a stash of THC gummies. Oh, and can’t forget about the year-long supply of Viagra.
“Shit,” he says, pocketing the pills. “Anywhere else they could be?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, they’ve recently kept things locked up because of Ethan’s problems.” I bite my tongue as soon as I let his name slip, waiting for him to scold me or worse, but his eyes light up instead.
“Ethan,” he says. “Come on.”
Confused, I follow him from the bedroom and down the hall. He stops in front of Ethan’s door. I whisper, “What are you doing?”
“Getting our meds.” He slowly turns the door handle and peeks inside while I stand there in shock. He’s not seriously going in there with Ethan? He’s not that crazy? I step away from the door, wrapping my arms around my chest while I wait for a fight to break out. A few seconds go by and it’s quiet. He pokes his head out. “Come on, he’s asleep.”
“This is too risky,” I whisper-shout. “Let’s go, we can try the office.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. Ethan’s in bed, flat on his back and snoring lightly. The light we saw creeping through the door is from The Office playing across his mounted flat screen. Ethan looks like he’s lost weight in the short time since I’ve seen him. Even in sleep his face looks scrunched in pain. On his bedside table, I spot a few prescription bottles. Freddy seems to eye them too and heads right for them.
“Bingo,” he whispers. “Here, put these in your bag.”
I feel guilty stealing meds from someone who obviously needs them. If he didn’t have the means to get them replaced right away, I’d be fighting Freddy on this.
Ethan startles in his sleep and I jump. My nerve endings are shot. This is so wrong. “Let’s get out of here,” I say as quietly as I can, and pull Freddy toward the door. He stays put, even when I pull again. I look at him and raise a brow in question. “What are you doing?”
“On your knees, Blake.” My thoughts freeze as I take in the serious expression on his face. God, he’s devastatingly hot… Looking at him like this, in the dim light, makes my knees weak.
“Let’s go,” I whisper again.
“What did I say would happen if you said his name again?” His jaw tenses as he drops my hand.
“I didn’t,” I argue, fighting the dizziness that overcomes me.
He unbuckles his belt, making no effort to stay quiet. Ethan stirs again, murmuring in his sleep. He can’t be serious. There’s no way.
When he unzips his jeans, my stomach clenches. “One thing you need to know about me is I always keep my word.”
Did a part of me want this? Every time I said Ethan’s name, a little voice in the back of my head wondered if he was serious. I test him again, anticipating his reaction. “But what if Ethan wakes up?”
“I hope he does,” he growls, pushing me to sit on the edge of the bed. Anxiety courses through me and I hold my breath, waiting for Ethan to jump up and freak out. A second goes by, then two, and Ethan still sleeps soundly. He must be doped up on a buttload of meds for him to not hear us or feel the weight of another body.
I’m flushed and panting as he pulls his cock out of his jeans and brings himself to my eye level. He’s rock hard and so thick I don’t think I can wrap my whole hand around him. “Are you ready for your punishment, Blake?” I whimper, unable to form words. “Swallow my cock. I want you to choke on it, so you never say another man’s name again.”
“Oh, God.” He fists my hair and brings my face to his dripping tip. I grip his thighs and pull back, but he’s got me in a tight hold. This is wrong on so many levels, but I’m soaked and aching, mouth watering for him. I’m not going to give in easily, though. I clench my mouth shut, gnashing my teeth together.
“Open up or I’ll make you.” He grips his cock in his fist and slaps my cheek with it. I gasp, stunned. He does it again and a small whimper escapes my lips, the perfect opportunity for him to thrust into me. With one hand tangled in my hair, he moves the other to my jaw, pulling down to open me wider as he shoves himself into the back of my throat. “That’s my good little slut. You’re nice and wet for me.”
Holy shit.
He draws himself out and pumps back in, hissing a breath that sounds so erotic I clench my thighs together. Every ounce of restraint I have snaps and I close my eyes, hollow my cheeks, and suck hard. “Fuck, Blake,” he groans, loud enough that any sober person would wake.
His groans drive me to open wider, take him deeper. He pulls out and I swirl my tongue over his tip, swallowing his salty pre-cum. I open my eyes and look up at him from under my tear-stained lashes. He’s looking at me like I'm the best thing he’s ever seen. Like I’m perfect in his eyes.
I stroke as much of his base as I can without yanking his pants down while licking and sucking his tip. His thighs flex. “Fuuuck… so good.”
His hold on my hair tightens as he fucks into me, pumping deep into the back of my throat before pulling out and slamming back in again until I gag. Saliva drips down my chin as his thrusts become jerkier. I’m rocking the bed, right up against Ethan’s leg, but my focus is on him and only him. He’s close to coming so I suck harder, matching his pace.
He groans and holds my head still as his cock jerks inside me. “Fuck, baby. Drink up.”
His cum drips out over my open lips. While he’s still hard against my tongue, I swallow him down along with every drop that he gives me.
Finally, he releases his hold on my hair and my shoulders sag. My body’s trembling so much I don’t know if I can walk. Before I can wipe my face with the back of my hand, he grabs a pillow from Ethan’s bed, pulls the case off of it, and uses it to clean me up. I don’t expect the nice gesture. Something about it has me feeling warm and fuzzy. Maybe it’s the fact that Ethan’s never once cared for me after any kind of fooling around. He’s never even offered me a washcloth after sex.
The more I think about it the angrier I get, until I’m stopping Freddy from putting his cock away. “Wait, let’s clean you up.” He tilts his head, watching as I go to Ethan’s dresser and grab his favorite T-shirt. He bought it on his first day of freshman year at the college store. I spread it out and use it to clean every last drop of cum and spit from his cock. Then, with a smile, I fold it and put it back where it was. “Now you can put it away.”
“I don’t know, I think I’m ready for round two,” he says with a smirk. “Watching you use his shirt like that… fucking hot.”
Licking my lips, I contemplate all the things I’d like to do with this man but quickly come back to my senses. “Let’s get out of here.”
He runs his palm over my hair, fixing the wild strands. “Damon,” he says. I look at him with wide, questioning eyes. “My name is Damon.”
“Hmm, I think I like Freddy more. It’s grown on me.” He scowls as I tease him. “Oh Freddy, right there,” I moan in a fake sexual tone and then laugh.
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, spanking my ass with his large palm. “I think you need to be punished again. You liked that last punishment too much.”
He carries me that way down the stairs and through the house. Once we’re outside and my feet are back on the earth, I look up at him. His deep brown hair is tousled from running his hands through it. The spider and webbing tattoo on his neck stands out against his fair skin. All of his facial features look shadowed out here with the only light coming from Ethan’s house. More menacing. But I realize I’m not afraid of him, not anymore. I can’t tell if I’m disappointed or relieved.
“Race you to the car,” I say, sprinting ahead of him. I know how much he loves to chase but I’m just now learning how much I love to be chased.