Page 59 of Run For Me
I pull over in front of Sailor’s house and park on the street like a creep. Fitting.
It’s dark. I stare at the front window, knowing she’s in that room. Sleeping in her bed. I can imagine her pouty lips as she sleeps. Practically feel how soft her skin is. I can smell her too. And though it’s all pretty vivid, it isn’t enough. Not tonight. Not with all this shit in my head.
I pull into her driveway and put the car in park. I need to see her. So I make my way to the front door and let myself inside the same way I did last time. Only this time, I have to be quieter. I don’t want to wake her up. Don’t want to startle her. I just want to watch her.
Closing the front door behind me, I make my way through the silent house as quietly as I can. I stop where the hallway begins, giving my eyes a few moments to adjust. Her room is dark, save for the faint glow from her clock on the bedside table. Her door is open all the way, and I can make out the shape of her in the bed.
I could fuck her here, right now. I don’t need to chase her down in the woods. We could go with the breaking and entering theme. Only problem is we didn’t agree to this. Never even talked about it. Which is why I shouldn’t be here. Though I didn’t get into detail about what I would do to her in the woods, we said enough, and she agreed. It was bare minimum, but it was enough. Maybe that makes me a creep, but hey, if the shoe fits.
This is a whole other level though. A whole other fucking level that I never saw myself on.
Breaking into her house when she isn’t here is one thing. Doing it in the dead of night while she is here, sleeping—that’s something else entirely.
For a split second, I consider leaving. This is too much, this girl is making me crazy. But my feet start moving—and not toward the front door. Before I know it, I’m standing in her doorway, watching her sleep.
She’s lying on her side, her back to me, her perfect curves on display thanks to the way the thin sheet is draped over her body. Her shoulders rise slowly and steadily, and she breathes softly.
There are no clothes covering the floor, and though she noticed I was in here to fix her closet, she didn’t notice I took her panties.
Speaking of…
I pull them from my pocket and hang them on the closet doorknob. They’re smeared with my dried cum, and hopefully she gets the message.
I hadn’t planned on letting her know I was here. I only wanted to watch her. To see her. I’d been looking forward to seeing her all week, and that got shot to shit. I don’t see her enough in school. We have one class together, our weekly morning class on Monday, and I catch her in the library here and there, but that’s it. It’s not enough.
I shouldn’t be here, but what I need to do is get her out of my system. If I just get this over with, I can move on and forget about this entire thing. Obsessing over a girl is not what I need in my life right now, not while I’m trying to figure out all this shit with my mother. That won’t be easy, and very well may not have a positive outcome. And if my mother finds out about this, my newest obsession, it’ll be bad.
I step into Sailor’s room, one slow step at a time until I’m standing at the foot of her bed. She doesn’t move, is completely oblivious to me being here. My gaze goes around the room, andI think over my options. Do I want her to know I’m here or do I not? There are ways I could tell her without actually telling her, like taking photos of her. Or I could make it known by slipping into bed with her, but why the fuck would I do that—I didn’t come here to cuddle.
I could slip the sheet off her, rip her shorts off and fuck her right here in her bed. Leave her mattress bloody for her to remember this night forever. I’d already considered that, and though I brushed it off earlier, it’s looking good all over again. Now that it’s all right here, just a foot away from me.
But no, I won’t do that.
I want her to trust me. Want the potential of this happening again. I can’t do anything more than what we talked about, what we agreed on, no matter how badly I want to. But she needs to know I’m serious. Meaning, she needs to know I’m here, and she needs to know now.
Moving to the side of her bed, I position myself to move on top of her all in one go, not wanting to ruin this. And in one motion, I push her to her back, cover her mouth, and straddle her.
She wakes immediately, eyes wide with fear. In the dark of the room, her crystal blue eyes are dark as the ocean.
Sailor screams behind my hand, flailing her body. I brush my hand down her hair and lean in closer.
“Shh, little dove. It’s just me,” I say softly. It takes a moment, but the words register, and she stops fighting. She’s still panting though, sharp inhales and exhales leaving her nose. I lean down closer, dragging my nose over her face. It’s so dark that she won’t be able to see my face.
“I had to see you tonight,” I whisper, grinding my hard dick against her. She whimpers, her eyes closing before fluttering back open. “You’re so beautiful.”
I drag my fingers down her cheek, along her chest, then tug the sheet down so I can see her tits.
“Hm,” I groan. “Your nipples are hard.”
I shove her tank top down, freeing her tit. She bucks beneath me, whimpering out something that sounds like a no. I raise a brow.
“Is that a real no?” I ask. Her eyes widen. “Are you trying to give me the safe word?”
She shakes her head.
I lean down toward her nipple, to suck the hard point into my mouth. She whimpers again, grinding up against me and putting pressure on my solid cock. I release her nipple with a pop, then lean down by her ear again.
“Get to sleep, little dove. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
