20 Rich #2
It is a bad idea, but I can tell it’s the choice she wants me to make. I don’t know if she needs to be left with no other option before she’ll spill details on whatever I want, or if she just needs the rush of the hunt, but her determined eyes stare back into mine waiting for an answer.
My jaw ticks as I drag a hand down my face before I can respond. “If someone runs into you, turn on the tracker. People get weird this time of year. I’ll be five minutes behind you.”
Kimber nods, the tension in her shoulders disappearing.
She’s almost too comfortable slipping into the role of prey before she opens the door and bolts out, closing it before she’s gone so Brutus doesn’t wander into the night.
Her cat sits on the living room table, looking at me like he just can’t believe that we’re doing this again after a little fight.
Eyeing my kitchen, I decide to use the minutes to put things back in order. “Trust me, Brutus, sometimes I don’t understand the way her mind works either.”
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My thoughts have gone dark by the time I jog out to hunt her. There’s no voices around, so maybe the neighbors aren’t testing out the night on a Sunday, but I keep my ears peeled anyway and listen for signs of Kimber.
Giving her time to run gave me time to think about Jonah, and that was a mistake.
I haven’t asked her too much about him, knowing it’s a touchy topic, and she has a lot going on as far as court.
Not talking about him seems to give her mind a break, but he’s still got a grip on her. He’s dead and he still scares her.
How am I supposed to fight a ghost? All I can do is help her the best I can, but if there’s worse things than what she told me, I don’t know what I’m fighting against. I should’ve asked more questions, but there’s been so much happening and I didn’t push enough.
Or maybe I need to not push too much. It’s definitely a weird thing to work around.
I’ve only run into the woods for a few minutes when my wrist vibrates. I slow my steps, frowning as I lift the watch and tap the screen, activating the tracker.
It’s beeping, showing a location only a few minutes from where I am by foot. But it shouldn’t be on. I don’t hear any voices in the dark…
What the hell?
I take off, tired of playing games, and follow the tracker. It doesn’t take long, and soon enough I don’t need it because I can see the red dot of her necklace ahead, so I stop watching my wrist.
But I can hear her. It’s not breathy pants or frightened anticipation. She’s crying. I had a feeling this could be a bad idea, and I really hate that I’m right. “Kim.”
She moves, the sounds of her shifting and panting in the dark drawing my eyes to the left. It’s hard to see but I can just make out the outline of her, and she rushes forward and crashes into me. Her arms wrap around me, and she buries her head into my shoulder.
Damnit. I should’ve been more adamant about not coming out here. Stroking her hair, I blow out a breath. “Let’s go back.”
She shakes her head, twisting until she can look up at me. Her fingers reach up, scratching my face as they pass to dig into my hair. “N-no. I don’t want to go back yet.”
“Then what do you want?” I ask, perplexed. I’m over here thinking we pushed when she just needed to take a step back and breathe, but she seems adamant about continuing. “You’re crying, Kim. What happened?”
Kimber sighs, and I can hear the sadness in that one sound. It doesn’t seem like anyone is nearby, and she doesn’t seem frightened of anything. Without warning her fingers dig into the waistband of my sweats, fingering the fabric.
“I want to forget,” she says, and her voice sounds so sad it breaks something inside me. It’s like there’s no fight left in her. “I don’t want to remember his name. I’m tired of thinking about someone who’s gone. He can’t - he shouldn't have to matter anymore.”
I reach up, smoothing my hand down the back of her head and gripping her throat.
I tug her back just enough so she can hear me speak instead of burrowing into my chest. “If you want to forget, you use only me. No alcohol, no cutting, no anything, Kimber. I won’t enable you to hurt yourself, but I will help you forget.
I told you, you don’t need to remember anyone else’s name ever again. ”
She whimpers, dragging down the waistband of the sweats to reveal my cock.
I’m only half hard, the conversation killing any chance of a boner until her fingers wrap around me.
She strokes my cock as if I’ll forget what we’re talking about.
I keep a hold of the back of her neck a moment longer, and I can feel her shoulders lifting when I don’t release.
My other hand comes up, brushing her cheek with the back of my knuckles, and I can feel the wet trails from her tears. Doubt clouds my mind. “Stars?”
She swallows. If she needs to back out we can just go back up the hill to my house. I can run her a bath and treat her like a queen instead of fucking her out here. “No. I’m good.”
As I let go she drops to her knees, and I slide my palm to cup her cheek.
But then her lips wrap around me, picking a pace that’s got to be rough on her, and I groan and bend over, gripping the tree next to us as she sucks me deep into her throat.
My hand falls away from her and I grit my teeth as she bobs her mouth over me, gagging each time I hit the back of her throat.
“There you are, Dreamer,” I say, brushing back strands of her hair. “Take me deep. Let me feel you struggle for air.”
She follows my command, choking on my cock in a way that makes my eyes roll. She squirms as she takes me deeper, her other hand coming up to pat the pockets of the sweats. She’s smart enough to know that if I have the chance to bring a toy or two, I will.
Kim distracts me again, taking me deeper into her throat, and she’s not going to get fucked as long if she keeps that up. She hasn't given me head that much, and right now I can’t remember why that’s become a thing. This feels like fucking heaven.
“My sloppy girl,” I say, gripping her jaw as she continues.
Holding her in place when she takes me deep she gags, and I push my cock deeper with a groan and thrust in quickly a few times.
She whimpers, a little gurgled gasp as I shoot ropes of cum against the back of her throat.
Her hands dig into my thighs and I hiss, keeping her in place to milk my cock for a few more strokes before popping her head off of me.
Kimber takes a few deep breaths, sitting back. “Y-you weren’t supposed to finish in my mouth.”
“We aren’t finished,” I reply, bending down to grab her shoulders. I spin her around, and she catches herself on her hands in surprise. Then I’m gripping her thighs, dragging her back to me, and she moans at the same time she tries to crawl away. “Did you think I could only go once?”
She whimpers and tries to squirm away from me, but I don’t hear a safeword so I keep pushing her, gripping the waistband of her legging to pull them down in one smooth motion.
Her panties cling to her body, and I tear the stretchy fabric as she claws at the ground before dragging the thong down her legs.
“Don’t be scared now, Dreamer,” I taunt, gripping my dick with one hand as I pin her with the other. “This is the warm up. You take me so good, I think I’m going to fuck all three of your holes tonight.”
Kimber gasps when I shove into her without warning, her body easily accepting me with how soaked she is.
She begins to scream before I can cover her mouth with my free hand, bending over her as I begin to move my hips.
“Shh. We don’t want our neighbors overhearing how good I fuck you, do we?
Save that for the bedroom where they can listen through the windows. ”
She whines behind my hand, wiggling her ass to try and move but I pin her in place.
I should have slid a condom on, but the need to feel her gripping my bare cock outweighed logic.
I selfishly wanted her sweet warmth, especially after feeling like a dick for being hard on her.
There’s just some things I can’t look past, and addiction is one of them.
I slant my hips, changing the angle until she’s shaking under me and my cock is achingly hard again.
I tap my fingers across her lips for a moment before pulling back when I feel sure she has the moans under control.
“Next time you need something to cope, come find me. I’ll make you whatever special toys you please to shut off that pretty mind, but alcohol is your enemy, not your friend.
Promise me you’ll try to find some assistance after court this week. ”
Kimber groans, twisting her head around. I imagine she’s glaring at me. “Richard…”
Ah, she’s using my full name. I deepen my strokes and she goes back to moaning. “Kimber, promise me. I’m selfish, and I want you healthy so I can fuck you dirty like I want to.”
Her pussy clamps around me, and she turns back around before dropping to her elbows. I reach between us and play with her clit, tapping quickly on the little bundle of nerves until she begins to shake. “Promise me.”
Finally, she gives. “Promise! Please, I need to-”
I slap her clit how she likes, and she screams as she comes undone. This time I don’t stop her, because one pretty scream shouldn’t be enough to trigger the neighborhood.
As she’s riding it out I pull back, driving two fingers into her dripping hole instead. She bucks against my hand with a gasp, her body tightening around the digits immediately. With my other hand I spread one of her cheeks and wait.
Kimber whimpers. “What are you doing?”
“I told you,” I say, withdrawing my fingers so I can start fucking her ass with them. She makes a muffled screaming noise when I drive them into her hard and fast, but I feel the rush of her orgasm hitting my leg and amusement and lust shoot through me. If that could trigger an orgasm…