Page 12 of Deadly Obsession
My hand slowly moved up and pulled the string of her sweatpants, undoing them so that my fingers could easily slip beneath the waistband. I straightened in the seat and raised my lips to her neck just below her ear.
“Be my good girl, and let’s see how much control you have,” I said as my fingertips glided over her warm pussy, already slick with desire. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me.” I rested my palm over her before slowly moving it back up, parting her with my fingers and resting them gently over her clit. Her body bucked against me as I found her most sensitive spot.
“James, they’ll know…” she whispered again as I watched her eyes flick from one person to the next.
“Poker face, baby,” I said, as I started massaging her clit.
She gasped, and her body tensed under the hand I was using to brace her. She quickly raised her White Claw to her lips to hide behind it.
“Shh, they’ll hear you,” I teased as I moved my hand in a quick, small, circular motion. I could feel her desire increase, coating my fingers and beginning to soak the black fabric of her sweatpants. “You’re such a horny girl, so eager to come, just craving my touch, aren’t you?” I kissed her neck, giving it a soft bite, releasing an exhale of warmth against her skin as I did.
I picked up the rhythm, playing her like an instrument, impressed with how quiet she was, while at the same time feeling challenged. Eager to test her and make her come all over my hand, I changed tack. Already sensing that she was on the verge of an orgasm, likely due to the voyeurism which I knew to be one of her kinks, I decided to make this quick. Slipping my fingers between the apex of her thighs and hooking them, I began pulling and pushing, penetrating her as my palm rubbed at her clit. Her free hand closed around my wrist and her nails sank into my skin, the sweet sting only encouraging me further.
The party continued around us, but Jade glanced our way, her face instantly turning the darkest shade of red, before she looked back to Robert playing the guitar. I kept up the relentless pace until Sera’s body tensed again, and I heard the sound of an aluminum can being crushed when her palm clamped around her White Claw. Her pussy gripped at my fingers as if trying to keep them as she trembled.
“That’s my good girl,” I praised, as I slowly slipped my fingers free and placed them in my mouth. Tasting her. My girl was sweeter than honey, and it took all of my self-controlto not carry her upstairs right now and harvest her passion straight from the source.
Overall, the gathering was a picture-perfect scene with good food, good drinks, a warm fire, and the twinkling night sky above. Lyndsey and Lola made themselves cozy by the fire, where Robert began repeating his repertoire of songs on the guitar—all three of them that we’d heard a handful of times already. Meanwhile, Brian sat closer to Sera and me, looking like a scared pup unable to come out of his cage.
“Brother, you aren’t going to make any progress climbing that mountain if all you do is sit here and stare at the peaks,” I said, looking over and passing him a fresh Budweiser from the cooler at my side.
“Aye, I know. She’s just so far out of my league. Plus, I don’t think she fancies me much. Not like that at least,” he said, peering down at the beer in his lap before taking a small sip.
“What she doesn’tfancyis the lack of confidence. When you’re breaking a stallion, it’s all about confidence. A woman is the same, maybe more difficult, I reckon.” I chuckled and took a drink just as Sera elbowed my chest, causing me to spit a bit out onto my shirt. The three of us broke out into good-hearted laughter until my eyes locked on to something across the patio.
Lyndsey and Lola were sitting on the large stone wall of the firepit, both staring into Lola’s phone, undoubtedly laughing at a TikTok video. But what caught my eye was Robert, who was seated on Lyndsey’s opposite side, one hand poised near her red Solo cup as he slipped something inside it. Then, concealing the bag in his palm, he stood with guitar in hand and went over to where his case was resting and began putting it away.
Immediately realizing what he had done, I could sense my entire body tense as I nudged Sera. “Let me up a minute, Harps.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, a bit of confusion in her voice. But she didn’t question me, claiming my spot on the chair once I was up.
My mind was racing, my instincts telling me to yell out across the patio for Lyndsey not to drink from her cup, and then break Robert’s neck. That, however, could ruin the entire vacation for everyone.
No, I could do this without raising the alarm too much. The Marine Corps and ranch life had taught me to be much more tactful than that.
Taking slightly longer than usual strides, I closed the distance between Lyndsey and myself without looking suspicious. I plastered a grin on my face as I passed her, spun around, and backed into a seated position on her free side, where her drink sat.
“What are you ladies laughing at?” My ass met with her cup, pushing it back into the firepit and spilling the contents.
“James! Fuck, my drink!” Lyndsey cried out just as I sat down, the sound of the ice tumbling out catching her attention.
“Ah, shit, I’m sorry!” I said apologetically, though my eyes were honed in on Robert standing directly across from me. His eyes met mine, and IknewheknewIknew. “I’ll go make you another drink.” I pushed to my feet and offered Lyndsey a smile before turning to Robert. “Why don’t you come with me, brother. Forgot I had something I wanted to show you.” I kept my tone level but insistent.
“Yeah, sure thing, man,” he answered as I stepped off, leading the way, with Rob tailing behind me.
I opened the sliding glass door to the dining room, allowing him to walk inside first.
“Hey, man, so what’s up? You’re acting weird, dude,” he started to say, turning around just as I shut the glass door behind us.
Before he had the chance to fully face me, my right fistcaught him across the jaw, adding momentum and causing his entire body to spin all the way to the floor.
Was it a cheap shot? Maybe, but at this point, I didn’t owe the bastard anything.
He landed on his chest, and I kicked him in the ribs until he rolled over onto his back, allowing me to place my size-thirteen Stetson on his throat. Robert squirmed, moving to grab my boot and push it off. But I was a lot stronger than he was and pressed down harder till I felt the change in pressure I knew all too well.
Marjah, Helmand Province, Afghanistan
13 February 2010
