Page 18 of Creepy
I elbowed his side.“I never liked you with facial hair.”
He left the mirror, bending to pour the buckets of cold water into the tub.Taking my hand, he helped me in.We stood facing each other until he sat and hauled me down to straddle him.Finding my loofah hanging where I’d left it and the soap, I lathered it up.Dillon plucked it from my hands.Starting at my neck, he went down, stopping at two strategic places, making soap circles around my nipples.He came up and bit at one.Stealing the sponge from him, I flung suds in his face.He sputtered and took my waist to shove me down against his hard dick.He took the loofah and washed my back.Taking the bar of soap, I started at his strong shoulders and worked my way down to his tight abs, but I didn’t see Dillon’s muscles, I saw Arlo’s eight-pack.Biting my lips, I took Dillon’s dick between my slick hands.
“Sissy,” he moaned out as I pumped.
Lathering him up, I was working myself up, thinking about Arlo.In turn, Dillon washed Miss Mary with such care.Him so gentle, it was easy to keep up the illusion it wasn’t him.Dillon, lately, he’d been so rough, just how he liked it anymore.The gentleness of him drove me mad.Soon, I was lowering myself onto his cock.My fingernails digging into the back of his neck, I rode him as best I could in our strange position in the tub.Not enough, Dillon heaved us to our feet.He raised me, pressing me against the cool porcelain to allow his cock to move into me again.Swathed in my legs, he thumped softly, so out of character, and I was still thinking of Arlo.Running my hands through Dillon’s dark hair, I thought of pulling the hippy’s sandy blonde hair.When that wasn’t enough, I thought about Troy’s coarse locks.
Fuck.Where had that come from?
I thought about all three men at once.
The dirty thoughts sent me over the edge...almost.
Voicing my coming climax, I cooed in a rhythm.Dillon’s face reacted, a satisfied smile overcoming it.He strengthened his thrusts in tune with me until I was screaming out.He covered my mouth with his, plunging his tongue down my throat.
That had done it.
“Spectacular,” Dillon remarked as I came.Thrusting one more time, he had his own moment, like he’d been holding it in.
Out of breath, we finished bathing, but this time, separately.Patting myself dry with a towel, I thought about the time, about how dark it was outside.Would I let him stay the night?Unexpectedly, the thought of being held all night seemed appealing.
Dillon put his dirty clothes back on as I wrapped the towel around me.Sated, I regarded him, he’d been overly sweet, more like the man I fell in love with.I was about to tell him he could crash on the couch when he said, “I better be going.”
“In the dark?Alone?”
“I have Karl waiting for me back in front of the diner.”He wasn’t even trying to stay.
“Oh.Okay.I was about to offer to make you dinner.”I thought about how I hadn’t eaten anything yet.Because of him.
“I do have to get back,” he said as if he was making excuses not to stay.
“Well, I’m glad I didn’t offer.”It’d do me no good to get soft on Dillon now, anyhow.
“Sissy, I would stay but...”Clearly, he didn’t want to.Or he would.
Feeling rejected, I shrugged.“Worried what the lost boys will do while you’re away?”
“Nah, just have some obligations.”His words punched me in the gut.
I wondered who Miss Obligations was.I opened my mouth to say something, to fight but shut it tight.Fuck him.I crossed my arms.
“See you next Monday.”
“Tuesday.”
“Huh?”
“See you next Tuesday...I was calling you a cunt.”
“Funny, Sissy.Lock your doors.”
When Dillon’s motorcycle roared to life and faded into the distance, I decided I wasn’t hungry.Sulking, I went to bed alone.I didn’t read a romance book to escape this boring dystopia.Closing my eyes, I thought about people returning to Creepy, normalcy trying to sprout back to life.I couldn’t sleep.My stomach rumbled, but I was feeling too sorry for myself to eat.A glass of wine would do the trick.I sat on the couch by a single candle, sipping.I cried a little and then a lot.
A knock startled me.Taking the candle, I tiptoed to the door.
“Arlo?”I let him in.
“I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”His lips hovered over me again.
