Chapter 11 #2
Alex.
I grin.
Me
Thought so.
Why don't we do another dare?
Lola
You need to do one for me.
Me
Call this an extension.
Lola
What?
I know what I want, but I have to think of how I'm going to word it.
Me
An act of faith.
You're naked, in a stranger's yard, in their pool.
Touch yourself.
Lola
I'm not...I'm not taking photos of that.
Me
Act of faith. Get yourself off and tell me after.
Lola
You do it, too.
Fuck, yes.
Me
I accept the challenge.
I'm cheating. I can see her, and I step into the shower, soaping my hand, and I start to pull on my cock, watching as she nervously starts to touch herself.
Her tits, her stomach.
She hesitates, looking lost. Looking self-conscious.
"Come on, Lola. Touch that sweet clit."
She takes her time, her little jerky, hesitant movements are borderline sweet and an aphrodisiac on their own.
Something is going to set her off, like a fuse run down to the fireworks, and she explodes into action.
It is there in her movements. However, with each stroke, every little hesitant move she makes loses a touch of hesitancy and becomes smoother.
And then it happens.
Her eyes flutter shut, and one of her hands slips down under the water too, moving in circular motions, and her other hand shifts up and down like she is fingering herself.
And I can picture it, see it in a vague way beneath the pool water.
There is something so hot and tantalizing about it as she sinks down, her hips clearly moving, her nipples breaking the water as she moves.
And I'm stroking myself harder now, running my thumb over the sensitive head, my other hand caressing my balls, squeezing, rubbing, cupping.
My cock is so hard, and the urge is so fucking bright and sizzling in my blood that it is hard to hold that spark back, hard to stop myself from coming.
But I lock my gaze on her image.
I want to cum when she does.
Over the rippling water, she starts to breathe heavily, little gasps, and I'm so there, holding back, holding.
With a tiny cry, she shudders, and I fist my dick furiously, cum spurting out as my orgasm hits me.
I pump my cock until the last drops hit the shower wall, and she slumps in the water.
I turn on the small sprayer that is on the wall, aim it, and wash off the cum.
She pants, half reaches for her phone but sinks down further, and I get out of the shower, drying off and hurrying back into the main room.
I dress and sit, watching her through the window.
Finally, Lola gets to her feet, and my mouth goes dry.
She is a dream. The tits, the cunt, all of her, perfect and dripping wet.
She starts looking around and frowning.
And after a second, I realize her conundrum.
She just realized she doesn't have a towel.
She gets out of the pool, grabs her stuff, holding it as she rushes to get into her underwear.
I watch her.
I want the show to last just a little bit more, so I text her.
Me
Done. And you?
Lola
Done.
Me
Did you come? I did. I thought of you.
Lola
I did.
Me
Did you think of me?
Lola
Godzilla.
I grin and have to force myself to hold back a laugh.
Fuck.
Me
Japanese or remake?
Lola
I have taste. The original and the best.
She frowns as she goes through something on her phone, but mine isn't pinging.
What is she doing?
After half a minute or so, my phone buzzes with a short video of one of the OG Godzillas leaping for joy and a man saying, "A happy moment."
Me
And I'm glad you got off, Lola.
Most people wouldn't call this flirting, but I do. And so does she. It is Lola flirting, sassy and unexpected, and without even realizing it, she is threatening to make me hard all over again.
Lola
I need to get out of here, though. If the owner comes back...
Me
Good point.
She shudders and texts, If he does, I'm taking you down with me.
Me
That's fair.
If only she knew. I shake my head, grinning.
Me
Besides, going down can be so much fun.
Her face goes a beautiful shade of pink, and for a second, I wonder if she remembers our conversation in the elevator that first day.
She gets dressed, and I watch her leave, glad I recorded all of that.
As soon as she is out of the property, I go to the main security control area and save the security footage for myself from the second she walked into the property until after she disappeared.
After I have securely saved the files on my computer, I delete them from the system.
No way can I have Lola appearing like that to anyone but me. That footage is a treasure for my eyes only and only for special moments.
When I'm done, I pick up the computer, go to the office, and read through the messages on the screen from Cade.
He is helping me set up some protection for her. The guy putting in the cameras at her place is finished, and Cade has upgraded access to her Wi-Fi, so someone would need to be, well...us, to break it.
I don't want Dom anywhere near her, or anyone else who might do her harm.
In fact, we are trying to make sure Dom, who got hold of her information with everyone else's that he cherry-picked, stays off her scent. Out of her life.
But I fear I might be fighting a losing battle.
If he has her address and got into her computer, for whatever reason he has, then he might be getting ready to strike.
I type this to Cade.
He is quiet.
But I know why.
He wants more, wants me to confirm what I'm sure he is thinking.
Why would Dom be after her?
Why would anyone?
He would not question me about where I'm right.
The ass is questioning my motives.
Me
Her father, by way of what he did, knew secrets. Owed money. Killing himself might have been the only way to take his secrets with him.
Cade
Dom?
Me
Fuck, man. Her father did business for a lot of families. And the Rebecci family was one of them. Maybe the asshole thinks her dad told her stuff. Maybe he thinks he hid stuff.
Maybe he is the one her father promised her to.
Cade
Dude, we don't know what he wants. Maybe he likes her.
I scowl at Cade's words. We both know it is far-fetched bullshit.
Me
And maybe he's trying to take up her dead father's offer of using her for the family money or other things.
Cade
Isn't all that money locked down by the government?
Me
Her mom had money, there's something, somewhere. She probably doesn't know.
Cade
Or it's not about money, but knowledge. You need to talk to her.
Me
She doesn't know a thing. We don't know a thing.
And we need to.
If I'm going to come clean to her about the amount of potential danger she is in, then I need to know what it is and who is behind it.
Before I say a word to her, I need to be sure if Dom is my man.
Or someone else.
Because I know, deep down, it could be anyone.
Including something as far-fetched as my father.