I sigh as I prepare my shower and jump in, standing beneath an almost scalding hot rain of water. Most of the time, I do my best thinking in the shower, especially when I’m shampooing. Currently, I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to ditch my car today without Grace catching on to the fact that something is up. I need to come up with an excuse about where I’m going, and it has to be somewhere Grace wouldn’t want to join me, or someplace that wouldn’t alert her suspicions.
I drop my head and hold both hands outstretched against the shower wall, allowing the water to rinse the shampoo from my head.
My ears perk up when I hear the familiar squeaking of the bathroom floor. I rinse the shampoo from my face before peeling my eyes open and drawing the curtain back enough to get a good glimpse at Grace sauntering into the bathroom completely nude.
Her pert breasts are thrust in front of her, proud nipples erect and begging for my mouth. Her flat stomach leads to a narrow thatch of dark hair that I only got to finally bury my face into properly for a short while at some point in the middle of the night.
Delicious.
She smiles at me and closes one eye in a sassy wink.
Who is this girl turning into, I question to myself. I mean, I’m not going to lie and say that I’m not turned on. I am, my cock standing at attention is proof enough of that. But in many ways, I almost feel guilty because if she’s not doing what she’s doing for financial gain, then I have to face the distinct possibility that I’m corrupting her. Which wouldn’t be such a problem normally, but I’ve never known a girl as sweet as Grace. And I was getting addicted to that sweetness.
“What are you doing?” I question gruffly, my head poking out of the shower.
“I’m feeling a little dirty,” she says, her lips pouting, words slipping across her plump cherry lips.
And just like that, all I can fucking think about is my cock in her mouth. Experience or no, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me and she doesn’t care. She steps to the opposite end of the shower and pulls the curtain back before slinking inside, drawing the curtain shut behind her. “Looks big enough for me.”
“Are you talking about—?”
“I’m talking about the shower,” she interrupts me with a chuckle and steps towards me, her breasts perky and her nipples hard. And that fucking pussy...
I step out of the way so that she can make her way beneath the showerhead.
She passes me a sidelong glance as she steps underneath the running water and leans her head back. With her eyes closed, she pushes her hair behind her head as she rinses water through long locks. She’s putting on a show and I’m about to be a paying customer.
I take a careful step towards her, effectively pinning her against the far wall. “Can I fuck you, Grace?”
She can’t bring herself to look at me. Her cheeks flush red, and it’s not because of the steaming hot shower water. “Yes…but first…I want you to teach me things.” And then, finally, her eyes meet mine. She bores into me with the sexiest fucking gaze I’ve ever seen. “Teach me how to pleasure you.”
“I don’t think you need teaching,” I point out with a strained laugh as hot blood pulses to my aching cock. “Last night was amazing.”
“I’m not talking about that.” She reaches for my erect shaft and wraps her fingers tightly around me. “I’m talking about this.”
“Ah…” My body quakes with need as she begins stroking the length of my slick shaft. “What about it?”
Who the fuck am I? Why am I shaking like a teenage boy?
“Don’t make me say it, Jack,” she pleads with me, rolling her lips together before producing a loud smack.
I finally get it. She wants me to show her how to give a blowjob. Far be it from me to deny her the knowledge she craves. I am her professor, after all.
Body tense with need, I reach out to her to caress her cheek and then trail my fingers into her hair at first and then the back of her head. When I’ve got a good grip, I push gently to guide her down to her knees. My pulse is hammering hard and it’s taking all I’ve got not to slide my cock down her throat in one motion.
My eyes follow her as she kneels down without hesitation, her eyes never wavering from mine. It’s like she wants me to watch her watching me.
“Do I start with this?” she questions as she begins stroking my cock again, going from the base and all the way to the head. When she reaches the head, she runs her palm over the slit before stroking back down the shaft.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice harsh and ragged. “That’s a good start.”
I push my head back against the shower wall and close my eyes. My toes trying in vain to curl against the hard surface of the floor. My muscles clench, buckling slightly.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my eyes squeezing even tighter. And then, she takes me in her mouth—just the broad, swollen head. “Fucking, Jesus.”
Her hands, both of them, are on either side of my hips as she begins to bob up and down on my cock. Hot, sucking, wet mouth drawing lightly on my tip, pulling my balls up tight. Her tits are bouncing as she moves a little more quickly, those pretty pink cheeks hollowing out as she sucks. The view is unlike any other…like a fucking wet dream and I never want it to end.
Still, she asked me to teach her, so that’s just what I’m going to do.
“Grace?” I manage, looking down at her.
“Yeah?” She cranes her head backwards to meet my gaze, replacing her mouth with her hand on my cock. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” I drop my hand to grip hers. “But you wanted me to teach you, so that’s what I’m going to do.” I hold on to her wrist, guiding her in long strokes over the length of my cock. “Keep stroking even when it’s in your mouth,” I urge softly, barely recognizing my own voice it’s so guttural.
She nods at me, all concentration as she gets to work applying the instructions I’ve just given her. For a few seconds longer, she just strokes me and I’m more than content, but when she wraps those fucking lips around my cock, all the while staring me down… sucking, licking, deeper…harder.
“Fuck,” I moan even louder than before. She continues to stroke the length of my cock, twisting her palm around my flesh as she sucks on my cock, wet with her saliva. I’m not going to last long at this rate.
Her eyes finally shift away from mine as she focuses intently on pleasuring me. When I look down and see her, I realize it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. That and her questing mouth, so hot, so hungry, push me over the edge.
“Grace,” I cry out between gritted teeth, trying to give her enough warning, but when I do so, she increases the vigor at which she sucks my cock and pumps my shaft. “I’m going to… Fuck,” I bellow, one hand dropping to yank her closer as hot liquid snakes up my shaft, ready to blow. To her credit, she takes my entire length in her mouth, until I feel her throat closing over me, hugging me tight in a death grip. That’s the end of me as hot jets of come shoot from me, battering the back of her throat.
She gags, but holds tight, her hands gripping my hips as she sucks. It’s like an endless stream, and she pulls away, swallowing hard, wide eyed, fighting to catch her breath as her hand continues to tug my shaft. The last of my hot come splatters onto her slick breasts, beads of come clinging to her hard nipples.
My chest is heaving, my knees too fucking weak. She looks up to me with a shaky smile, desire making her eyes dark, and I can’t take my gaze off her.
“Did I do good?” she questions with the same innocence she’s been carrying on her shoulders since the day this first began.
“You did so good, Gracie.”
And suddenly I decide Phil can wait another half hour as I drag her to her feet and turn her back to the tile wall, my cock already coming back to life just thinking about her coming against my mouth.
“Spread wide. There, that’s a girl.”
I bury my face between her thighs and think, if this is heaven, God take me now…
20
Grace
My heart is tripping like mad as I sit on the bed with a bag packed and ready underneath. It’s a black duffel bag I ripped from his closet while he was drying off in the bathroom earlier, even as my pulse still fluttered from our lovemaking.
I’d tried to distract him from whatever he felt he had to do, but it only worked for so long. As the minutes have ticked by, this tension simmering in the entirety of his body since he’d gotten that text last night has reached a boiling peak. It feels as if he’s about to crack. By the time he was dried off and climbed into his pair of pants, his muscles were already taut and bunched again.
My eyes shift to him in the corner as he ties his boots, and then turns to me with a flat smile. There it is again, pretending as if nothing is wrong, but I know better now. I know him now.
I’m not sure exactly how deep he is in whatever it is that he’s in, but I know it must be pretty deep if he’s taking a call at two in the morning about dropping his car into a river.
“Where are you going?” I finally gather the nerve to ask him and wait patiently for him to lie to me, sadly hoping that he won’t, but knowing he will.
“I need to drop by my office,” he says and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was telling the truth. But I do know better. “Need to pick up some papers to grade.”
“Oh…” I comb one hand through my hair that’s still damp. “Do you want me to go with you?”
He turns slightly away from me, his body language screaming his answer long before it passes his lips. “I’m not going to be gone long.”
“Okay.” I nod, not wanting to press him any further. It’s obvious that he’s not going to tell me the truth, and I don’t want to push him to the point where he becomes suspicious of me.
He wrestles his watch around his wrist and then passes me a glance. “Do you want me to pick us up some tacos on the way home?”
“Sure.” I force a smile. “That would be awesome.”
He reaches for me and pets my cheek softly before offering me a lukewarm smile on his way out the door.
As soon as the front door closes, I jump to my feet and rip my prepared duffel bag out from underneath the bed. I make quick work getting out of his apartment and running down the steps before hiding behind a dumpster while he climbs into his car.
I know this is crazy, but now more than ever, I know I can’t let him get hurt without even trying to help and figure out what’s going on. It would kill me to lose him now that I’ve only just found him.
I wait for him to pull out before racing across the street and jumping into my car that’s parked two spaces behind where his car was. When I notice he gets stuck behind a red light just down the way, I dig into my bag to retrieve a black hoodie and work it over my chest. I pull a black hat over my head to complete the look and, dressed in all black—sneakers, jeans, hoodie, and cap—despite the last time I’d failed, I’m feeling pretty good about my chances. I’m wiser now and I have right on my side this time. No nosy college kid here. This is a woman in love watching out for her man.
The last thing I do before I pull out is slide a matching pair of sunglasses over my eyes.
Now, I know I could have just asked him what’s going on, but he’d only lie again. Besides, doing the rational thing is something the old Grace would have done, and at this point, she seems long gone.
I know I have to be careful with this, I have to keep my distance behind him without risking losing him in the process. If I get too close, I run the risk of him catching me. If I travel too far behind, I risk losing track of him. It’s a dangerous balancing act that requires keeping a close eye—
I slam on my brakes, my tires squealing as I barely stop in time. The man in the car in front of me glares me down in his rearview mirror. I slink down in my seat hoping that Jack, who’s in the car ahead of the man I almost just hit, didn’t see me.
The light turns green.
“It’s go time,” I say softly before realizing that I’m talking to myself.
I might actually be crazy, but hopefully this doesn’t end up like the last time.
But as we move, I begin to notice that the sprawling towers that make up the downtown area are fading into the background. And in my mirror, they become smaller and smaller.
The sun begins to set over one half of the city, and just in time for darkness, I notice that I’m now following Jack into a sketchy-looking neighborhood. Building exteriors are painted with illegible graffiti and chain link fences surround blocks of houses that have lumber for windows.
I roll up my window all the way and lock my doors, sure some boogie man lurks around every corner. My nerves kick into overdrive as an uneasy feeling swims into my stomach. Darker and darker, the pink evening sky gives way to a dark blue hue as the moon begins to shine.
The car separating the distance between Jack and I turns right into a grocery store parking lot, so I tap on my brakes a little just to make sure I keep enough distance.
Jack turns right on the street ahead, but just as I’m about to turn onto that same street, I see him pulling behind a building surrounded by chain-link fencing. Instead of following him, I turn right and cut the wheel tight so that my tires line up against the curb.
I take off my sunglasses and throw them onto the seat beside me and whisper under my breath, “Oh, Jack, what are you doing?”
Jack kills the headlights on his car. When he steps out onto the asphalt, he glances all around him, so I slink deeper into my seat but make sure to not lose sight of him. He pulls open a door to what looks like an office building and disappears inside.
I exhale sharply and take a quick look at myself in the rearview mirror. I’m still not sure if I’m being a paranoid lunatic, or if my concerns are valid. “Fuck it,” I say before killing the engine and getting out of the car.
I close the door as gently as I can before running across the street with my back crouched low. When I reach the other side of the road, I look to make sure nobody’s watching before running to take refuge behind Jack’s car.
I rise just enough so that I can see over the hood. The windows of the office building are tinted black so it’s impossible to see inside. Whatever kind of business this is, it’s most-definitely shady as hell.
Realizing I can’t see through these windows, I decide to try and see if I can find another window to peek through. I stay as close to the ground as possible as I make my way to the corner of the building to find a narrow alley that’s parked between the office and the chain link fence.
Broken glass and tiny rocks crunch underneath my feet. With every step I take, my heart races faster and faster until the point where I feel as if my most trusted organ is about to explode.
I round the corner to find myself out back. And just as luck would have it, there’s a window that looks like I could see through it, if only I were tall enough. Luckily enough, it’s perched right above a commercial trash dumpster.
I rush towards the green container, but I don’t make it to my destination unscathed. Somehow I missed the fact that there was a hubcap laying on the ground. I trip right over that fucker, letting out a yelp as I hit the hard ground and the hubcap pings against the asphalt.
My breathing hitches, my heart pounds against my chest.
This is how I die.
Just as I’m about to find the strength to recover and take refuge behind the dumpster in case someone heard the commotion from inside, a terrifying snarl rips through my eardrums. I jerk in place, letting out a scream as an oversized Doberman lunges towards me. Its hot breath washes over my face and I scream, bracing for impact right as the beast gets jerked backwards by its choke collar just an inch from my skin.
Doesn’t stop the barking though.
I’m wide-eyed and breathing heavier than perhaps I ever have. I’ve made a huge mistake coming here. I realize that now, but as fate would have it, I’ve realized it far too late.
There’s shouting from within the building, and then
the sound of the back door being flung open. When I look up, I let out a squeal.
Three men, all with guns. One of them pointed at me, one at Jack.
He swallows, his face pale and haunted as he stares at me. Grim. Sick.
“He brought his bitch with him,” one of the men snarls, dragging me to my feet. “Let’s see what Phil wants to do.”
21
Jack
I stare blankly ahead unable to take my eyes off her as she stares at her assailant in horror. I’ve been in these situations before. It sucks to say, but I’m more than accustomed to them after spending my time in the military and then out on my own. I deal with these situations all the time, and somehow I always come out on top.
But usually, I only need to watch out for myself.
Her being here changes things, and certainly not for the better.
I clench my jaw, racking my brain trying to figure out my next move. She was clueless, but I’m very protective over her. Almost like she’s mine or something. Wide-eyed and innocent, certainly too innocent for the bullshit she’s just found herself entrenched in. And it is all my fault.
There’s a gun to my head so there’s not much I can do despite my impotent rage as they drag her to her feet. Can’t do anything more than blame myself for not realizing how perceptive she is, and for not realizing that she’d follow me again. The person I’m most furious with right now is myself. If something happens to her, I know it’s on me.
I can see it in her eyes. She’s trying to be brave as one of the men wrestle her to her feet and hold her firmly in place. She wants to cry. Maybe she’s stronger than I thought. I certainly hope so, because she’s going to need all the strength in the world to survive this ordeal.
The man holding her is the man I’ve identified as Lucas. Most likely that’s not his name, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to introduce himself—nor were the other two men waiting for me as soon as I walked inside. I’ve made it a habit to assign names to people I don’t know.
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