by West, Jade
“Tomorrow,” he said between kisses. “We have to do tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait anymore.”
I nodded, just praying we had a way. Any way to make this happen without my parents going crazy at me and breaking their hearts over me being some terrible teenager on a mission to destroy them.
“How?” I asked. “I could try Holly, but they’re so suspicious now. They’ll probably call her mum like overprotective assholes.”
He let out a bit of a laugh, and I did too. Then he pressed his forehead to mine, both of us leaning together and breathing in sync.
It felt so good.
It felt so right.
“There is a way,” he said, and my ears perked right up.
“There is? You mean a plan?”
“A plan that could well be a great outlet for us for weeks to come.”
I couldn’t even begin to hope for that. My eyes were so hard on his, searching for clues, and his beamed right back.
“Your parents came up with it,” he told me, and smirked so hard as Miss Tiddles jumped up from under the bed to join us. She purred as he ran his fingers down her back, and it brought back so many memories of me taking her from his arms when I was so small.
“They did?”
He nodded. “There’s a cat sanctuary opening soon.”
I knew it. I’d seen it all over my Facebook feed, so much going on about it. I’d been sharing a load of the fundraiser posts, trying to keep the support rolling in for them.
“Yeah, I know.” I told him. “Down by Canal Walk. They have the land down there to build it on. An old warehouse unit too.”
His eyes were dirty on mine, glittering with filth even now. Even talking about cat sanctuaries.
“Your parents suggested it would be a good outlet and challenge for you to help organise a charity auction at our premises. It will be good for the cat sanctuary, they said. Something you are passionate about and something that would be great for the community.” His pause was so heated. Such a tease. “They were very keen on the idea. Very passionate that people could donate and you could lead it.”
I sucked in so much breath, eyes opening wide at the thought. Because it was crazy. It would be an even crazier dream than being up at that podium once today.
Miss Tiddles jumped back down from the bed, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d love it. I’d love the cats, and the people and really putting my effort into something so worthwhile.
He carried on speaking before I found words.
“Your parents asked me if I’d help, of course. They are well aware that it would take a lot of expertise, and the authority to really utilise the premises, as well as helping out with the business sponsorship of the event itself.”
I smiled as I realised the implication.
“And that would take a lot of time, right? You and me together working on that charity event?”
His smile was so gorgeous. Insanely gorgeous.
“It would take a serious amount of time,” he said, and his voice was satin. Pure satin. “Such a serious amount of time out of office hours. I’m not sure we’ll ever get it done in time without some serious commitment to the work involved.”
My lips pressed so gently to his, and he took my hand so tight. I loved the way his thumb rubbed my knuckles.
“Are you still sore for me, little girl?” he whispered and guided my hand between my legs under my nightdress.
I nodded. “I’m still sore really deep. It still hurts when I clench.”
“I’m going to make you so fucking sore again tomorrow, princess. I’ve got some incredible presents to show you.”
“Please…” I whispered, my heart thumping so fast, knowing so soon he had to go back downstairs.
“Show me that sweet pussy,” he said, and I did.
I lay back on the bed and hitched my nightdress up. I’d picked my most innocent one in nice pink lace, and I’d picked a lovely pair of girlish knickers to go with them, and it had worked.
I could see the want in his eyes, and my tummy flipped to know that it was all for me.
“I’ve got two minutes tops,” he said, just confirming my thoughts. “Show me that pretty little slit, I want to see how wet you are.”
I was soaking for him. So wet that my fingers squelched as I tugged my panties to the side. I’d been rubbing my clit so hard thinking of him downstairs, and it was so obvious. My hips still bucked on instinct as I started playing with myself all over again.
He pressed his palm to the swell in his pants, and I so wished I could open my mouth for him like a good girl. To suck him in so deep before he stretched me and made me his.
“I have to return downstairs before they get suspicious,” he told me. “But I want you to stay up here with your fingers on that clit. I want you to rub that little pussy until you come for me, and then I want you to put those dirty fingers all the way up in that tight little cunt, as far as you can take them.” He paused, and his smirk was so good. My fingers were already rubbing my clit when he spoke again. “You’re going to send me a picture,” he told me. “Of you up here stretched nice and wide and thinking of me, and I’m going to be downstairs, eating dessert with your mum and dad and thinking about all the filthy fucking things I’m going to do to you at my place tomorrow.”
I managed a nod, but I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My breaths were ragged and I was focused. So focused on the buzz between my legs.
“I’ll be waiting for that photo,” he said, and leaned in for a kiss.
And then he pushed two fingers inside me hard. Unexpected and hard.
Enough that I cried out, but it was muffled by his open wet mouth consuming mine.
He licked his fingers so hard before he got up from my bed, and there was that filth in his eyes again. Always that filth in his eyes.
“So much better than apple pie,” he said, and sucked them clean. “Make sure you fill that pussy for me, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting.”
I was already pushing two fingers inside me when he closed the bedroom door behind him.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Miles
There were no words to describe the combination of repulsed and aroused I felt when that next message buzzed in my pocket from Faith upstairs. Repulsed at my own filthiness, and the way I was rocking the morals to whole new low. Aroused for the insane fucking desire I had for the girl that had captured my everything.
Diane and Colin were sitting directly opposite and I had their daughter’s pussy scent on my fingers, and it was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Yet so fucking right at the same time.
I was truly zoned out from the general chat from her parents at this point in the conversation, and luckily they were engaged fully enough with Erica that I slipped my phone out of my pocket for the second time over without any attention whatsoever. It was easy enough to call up the picture well out of sight of anyone else.
And there it was, just as I’d requested. Dirty enough that I nearly shot my load in my pants. Her expression pained but so fucking pleasured. Those dainty fingers working so hard to stretch her wide.
I’d be looking at that picture for a long fucking time to come, that was for certain.
It took so much effort to concentrate on my apple pie knowing full well what was happening in the bedroom upstairs. I attempted to engage in conversation, but it was nothing like my usual social facade.
By the time dessert was finished even Erica had tuned out of her chat and was fixing me with a questioning glance as she sipped on her latest wine.
I didn’t fuel the fire any by giving her a reaction.
“Thank you for a great night,” I said to Diane and Colin, surprising all three of them when I got to my feet. “I have to be leaving, I have a lot of work to get done tomorrow.”
“No rest for the wicked, hey?” Colin asked, and stood to shake my hand across the table.
If only he knew.
Diane leaned in for a hug as I passed, and I thanked her again for a l
ovely meal.
Erica was more of a standoff, both of us glaring awkwardly and making no move whatsoever to close the distance as Colin and Diane stared on.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” I said finally, and she nodded, brushing a loose strand of blonde behind her ear.
“Yes, Miles. I’ll see you at work.”
And that was me done.
I grabbed my coat, and made my way out of there, grateful for the refreshingly cool night air. I smiled to myself as I called the picture up on my phone again, turning back on myself to stare up at the glow from Faith’s bedroom window through the curtains.
It was a risk to call her and I knew it. I just counted the odds that Diane and Colin would still be caught up with the wine downstairs, and no doubt quizzing Erica on what the holy shit had been deteriorating between us over the past few years.
She answered on the third ring. Her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Miles?” she asked, and I loved her fucking excitement so fucking much.
“Tell me how that pussy feels,” I told her, and her breaths were so quick to speed up.
“I… I sent you the picture…” she said. “It hurt… but I liked it… I liked doing it for you…”
My dick was throbbing in my fucking pants but I kept on walking, my pace damn fast as I turned the corner at the bottom of her estate.
“And how does that tight little slit feel now?”
She couldn’t have disguised the pant if she tried. It was obvious. Delicious.
One filthy little girl desperate to push her own limits.
“It’s sore…” she whispered.
“Good,” I said. “I want you to push those fingers in again for me.”
“Fuck,” she breathed, and my dick pulsed.
“Do it,” I told her. “I want to hear what a bad little girl you are.”
And she did.
That bad little girl knew how to be a good little girl and follow her instructions.
She pushed those fingers right back in, even though it hurt, and she struggled with her whimpers, with her moans, with her shudders.
I fucking struggled with everything. Heading back through lamplit streets, fighting the urge to pull my dick free and jerk one off in front of a row of terraced houses with the curtained windows still burning bright.
“You’re going to keep those fingers in that pussy until I get in through my front door,” I said. “And then you’re going to come for me, and I’m going to come for you.”
She moaned a yes, and I told her to put her phone down between her legs, where I could hear her fingers doing the fucking.
It was a delightful sound over the line. One that made my mouth water for a fucking taste.
Luckily, the time was coming. Just one more night until the girl would be my sweet little gift to unwrap.
“Could you hear that?” she asked when the handset was back up to her ear.
My groan said it all, and she let out one of her own, both of us aching to get hands on. Both of us brimming with frustration that we couldn’t.
But this is how it worked. Always so highly strung when the forbidden kept the magnets screaming for contact.
This was foreplay of the most teasing kind. Words but not touch. Temptation with no expression.
“Are you still working those dainty little fingers?” I said, and she gave me another whimper of yes.
I was almost back at mine by now, my cock aching and mouth fucking slavering, and she was on the edge, working that horny clit of hers into a frenzy.
I could feel it. Sense it.
Need it.
I was a charging brute up my driveway and wrenching my house keys from my pocket. I unlocked my door and shoved my way on in, throwing my coat off and kicking my shoes away, and practically tearing my trousers down from my hips.
“Now you’ll fucking come for me,” I told her. “Work those fingers and fucking come for me.”
She didn’t need telling twice.
“I can’t stop,” she groaned. “I can’t stop, I’ve been holding it back too long. I need to! I need to!”
“Good girl,” I said. “Let yourself fucking go.”
And so did I.
I let myself fucking go.
My fist was so tight around the head of my cock, working it in a frenzy as the gasps of that beautiful girl came out so loud through that handset.
We were both forces unleashed. Flow without restraint. Both of us bashing like tides across the ether, begging the unspoken for more.
I imagine that’s one of the first times it truly hit me. Just how much I needed that girl.
How much I was transfixed by that girl. How much I was consumed by the sparkle of life that girl brought into my world.
Letting her go and watching her leave for university and a whole new world was going to be one of the hardest things I’d ever attempted.
I wasn’t even sure I would manage it. Not anymore.
My words lost meaning, so I didn’t attempt them. I just kept working my cock with groans and grunts, and her frantic little whimpers crashed back at me.
We were recovering, cresting the wave and coming down, but still it was raw. So fucking raw.
Until it happened. The inevitable.
The sorry shit hole of events that were always brewing.
“Oh crap,” she whispered, and she was scared. Really fucking scared.
“What is it?” I asked, whispering myself on instinct, but I already knew. Another round of instinct for the claiming.
“There’s someone out there,” she hissed so quiet. “Someone was out there on the landing. They must have heard me! Oh shit, Miles, they must have heard me!”
My heart was racing as fast as hers must have been, feeling every bit the sinner as I pictured her parents out there, listening to me making their daughter come for me.
The little girl they’d trusted me with for a lifetime.
“I need to go to sleep,” she said. “Shit, Miles, I need to turn my lamp off and pretend this never happened.”
“Do it, princess,” I told her. “Get some sleep, and we’ll speak in the morning.”
It would have been the most natural thing in the world to say the three magic words, and I’m sure we both felt it, hovering there in silence with neither of us wanting to be the one to cut the call.
I love you.
So simple but so hard.
I wanted to say it. Holy fuck, how I wanted to say it. I wanted to scream it from the fucking rooftops for the whole fucking world to hear.
But I couldn’t.
Not with so much on the line for that beautiful little girl.
“Get some sleep,” I repeated, and broke the spell.
“Will do,” she said, and kept it broken.
“Good night, princess,” I whispered, and hovered my finger over the end call button.
“Good night, Miles,” she whispered back, and the line went dead.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Faith
I was crapping myself to go downstairs for breakfast, absolutely dreading a whole other battle with Mum and Dad. I couldn’t even imagine how the shit would fly if they’d really been overhearing my phone call.
My cheeks were on fire as I crept out onto the landing wrapped up in my dressing gown. I took the steps down really slowly, listening out for any sign that I was walking into trouble.
Nothing sounded too ominous as I padded on through to the kitchen in my dressing down. They were both already there, and it was a crazy wave of relief to see they weren’t waiting for my arrival to tear me down. If anything they looked calm. Maybe even happy. Considerably happier than they had in the days since Holly gate.
“Did you have a nice evening?” I asked them, and Mum gave me a smile.
“Yes, sweetie, we sure did. It was lovely to have Erica and Miles over again.”
Their names felt so wrong to me in the same sentence like that, even though she said it so naturally. I had the strangest flas
h of desire in me. One that wanted me shouting a different set of names out loud to both of them, even if Dad was barely even listening over his newspaper reading.
I wanted the names to be ours. Faith and Miles.
Faith and Miles. Miles and Faith.
Faith and Miles Lindon.
Faith and Miles forever.
Faith and Miles, because they love each other, and the whole world needs to know it.
“Do you want a nice bowl of porridge?” Mum asked, but I shook my head.
“No, thanks. I’m not very hungry.”
That was enough to get Dad looking up from his paper, and we were back to the infant days again, both of them quizzing me over some potentially nasty tummy bug because I wasn’t up for eating breakfast right now.
I shook the conversation aside as quickly as possible. In the end opting to have a bowl of porridge anyway just to stop them being worried.
It was just as well I did do. I was only halfway through the bowl when Mum sat herself down next to Dad on the other side of the breakfast bar, and nudged him with her elbow.
The look that passed between them was a nice one. A welcome relief after such long days of dark cloud.
“We were thinking,” Dad said, and my heart picked up pace out of habit. “We’ve been hearing a lot about the cat sanctuary opening and we figured you’d be a really useful part of that.”
“I’d love to be a part of that!” I said, and didn’t hold back any enthusiasm. “I’d love to do anything I could to help them with the fundraising, I already do my bit on social media, but I just know there must be so much more!” I forced myself to take a breath. “What were you thinking? Do you think I could help out with that stuff?”
I acted so surprised when they told me they were thinking about a charity auction fundraiser that I could help organise. I told them it was a great idea and I’d love to be a part of that, then acted surprised all over again when they suggested Miles could be involved to help me.
They looked so pleased when they shared that Miles had already agreed to be a part of that, and he was willing to put in as much time outside office hours as it needed.