Page 14 of Haunting Me

W E S

After the encore song, Layne and I exit the venue and the crowd erupts in applause. Layne's words chirp in my ear, urging me not to abandon her little friend Atlas, but I couldn't care less. I need her. The only thing I can think of is burying myself inside her pussy. “You can send him a text later.”

We leave through the main doors of the Warfield and a group of young guys whistle at her, beckoning her to join them. I was about to lose my shit, but her soft hand wraps around mine. She leads me away from the crowd. I look back over my shoulder just as one of them waves at me. All I can see is black.

“Wes,” Layne’s voice, sweet like honey, pulls me from the depths of darkness. I gaze into her seductive amber eyes, “Focus on me, baby. They aren’t worth it.” She is right, they aren’t worth the trouble of killing. Too risky of a situation. Mommy and Daddy would put forth more of an effort in searching for their shitty son, unlike the scourges of society I go after.

The four blocks leading to the parking garage are completely silent. I am focused on getting her back to the car, so I don’t pull her down one of these alleys and fuck her against a building. My girl doesn't deserve to be treated that way. With her hand in mine, I unlocked the doors. Layne reaches for the handle. Instead, I open the rear passenger door. I push her inside and she falls back onto the leather seat.

The door slams behind me. I pull her boots off and pull the fishnets off of her. "Take your fucking panties off, Layne,” I growled, thick with lust. Layne does exactly as she is told, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. “That’s my good little whore. Are you still wet for me Layne?” She nods. “Show me.”

Layne spreads her thighs as wide as she can, and her perfect pussy glistens in the fluorescent glow of the parking garage. Overcome with the need to be inside her. I undo my belt and pull down my boxers; I hover over her my cock at her entrance. “Wait,” she hesitated, “I want you in my mouth first.”

I smirk, “You dirty girl. You want me to fuck your mouth with my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, Layne? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” I run my finger across her lips.

“Fuck my mouth, Wes.”

This is going to be tricky in the car. While having a classic car with a spacious backseat helps, it’s not big enough for both of us to be comfortable. I reopen the door and step out. My hand extends out for Layne to take it. Her fingers touch mine as she takes my hand. I guide her out. I reach back into the car and grab my sweatshirt, laying it out on the ground to protect her knees from the concrete floor.

“Get on your knees and open your mouth for me, baby,” I stroke my cock as Layne lowers herself to the ground, “Such a good fucking whore for me.”

Her eyes swirl with lust as she looks up at me, opening her mouth for me to use. I guide the tip of my cock to her lips, rubbing it against them. Her tongue darts out to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip. The seductive moan and the licking of her lips almost had me blowing my load on her face. “You’ve never done this before, right?” My breathing is tight as her tongue swirls the tip, then licks down my shaft.

"Never," she says, her voice trailing off into a whisper.

Layne continues her sweet slow torture. She is working me like she has sucked cock before. I lean myself back against the car, otherwise, I’m going to topple over. Layne brings one hand to wrap around my cock, to stroke me as she hollows out her cheeks, taking as much of me as she can. I feel the back of her throat constrict around me as she gags. “Oh fuck, baby. You’re doing so well.” My head falls back against the roof of the car.

My balls tighten, and I am about to come down her throat. “Don’t fucking stop, Layne. I’m going to come.” I grab the top of her head, pushing her down onto my cock as a stream of cum hits the back of her throat. She swallows everything I give her eagerly. I pull back and some cum drips down her chin. Fuck, she looks so sexy.

With urgency, I helped her to her feet and guide her into the front passenger seat. I need her home, in my bed, so I can worship her body. The engine roars to life and the low rumble echoes in the garage. The streets of downtown S.F. are clear, and I make the drive home in minutes. Inside the warehouse, I carry her up the stairs. Her panties and boots are still in the backseat and they can stay there.

I peel her shirt and skirt off of her, tossing them to the floor. My hands caress every inch of her exposed stomach and up her back to the hooks of her bra. Undone, she let it fall to the floor. Her hands pull the hem of my shirt up and over my head, and then they fall to my pants, which are still undone. With a gentle tug, they hit the floor. I step out of my shoes, pants, and boxers. We face each other in our complete nakedness. My fingers caress her face, tracing her features so I can memorize them.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Wes?” Her eyes focused on mine, chest heaving.

“No, baby. I think tonight I will savor each kiss,” I press my lips to hers, “every touch.” Her tongue dances with mine as I pick her up from her thighs. Never breaking our kiss, I lay her down. I kiss every inch of her skin, letting my lips say the words I don’t know how to say. “I adore every inch of you, Layne. You’re a goddess and I want to spend my life worshiping your body.” My tongue glides up to the apex of her thighs and just as I am about to taste her, she stops me.

“I just want you inside me, Wes.” She wants the same slow, tender lovemaking that I do. Layne probably thinks that I was joking about taking her to the courthouse today. I was one hundred percent serious. I was never one for the government institution of marriage until I saw her. She awoke so many new emotions inside me. A wife, maybe even kids someday.

Layne spreads her thighs, inviting me inside of her. I inch my way inside her wet, warm pussy. Slow. Her hands find my face, she pulls me to her. Fiery passion ignites as our lips touch and I keep up the pace. She comes apart under me, arching her back as her orgasm breaks.

My head rests in the crook of her neck as I continue my thrusts, seeking my release. I quicken pace just a little and with one hard last thrust, I empty myself inside her. Soul and all.

Her October eyes, so full of passion, look up at me. I know I have to tell her.

“Ma Petite Mort, If I told you about all the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me like you do right now?” I cradle her face and press my lips to hers. Confusion meets my face as I look at her.

“I do terrible things, baby, and I do them very well.” I say.

I collapse onto the soft bed, bringing her close to my chest. As she presses, her soft voice whispers, “Tell me.”

I place a kiss on the top of her head. “Where do I even begin?” with a deep breath I begin.

“Six years ago, I was a devoted older brother to a little girl. Siobhan was the most beautiful little girl. She was smart, and funny and made me think my friends were crazy when they would talk about hating their younger siblings. Someone murdered her when she was eight years old. I was nineteen. Our next-door neighbor picked her up on her walk home from school. He raped her then killed her, leaving her body in a shallow grave in the park. I was the one that found her.”

---