Page 52 of Dare You to See Me
I’m so lost in my fantasies that I barely notice the lamp flick off and the room go dark. It concerns me that she sleeps with her blinds open. She has large windows that face the backyard, and anyone could look over the wood fence and see right in.All it takes is one creep to find out she lives alone with a small child and they can be in her house in a flash.
The thought has me in a panic and I decide to do a check of her backyard. I check the gate which I know isn’t locked because I’ve been able to open it easily without being seen. I walk all along the perimeter, searching for loose boards or peep holes that some pervert might use to spy on her. I make mental notes of what to bring up to her in a not so obvious way to get her thinking about these security measures. I wonder if she has an alarm and what side of the house Dahlia’s room is.
I rush to the side of the house and look through the window that is always dark when I pass by, and squint through the blinds that are tipped just slightly open. I spot a small night light that is nothing but a dim light from where I stand, but I use it to help me map out the room until my eyes land on a bed with the outline of a little body. While I can’t see clearly, I know it’s Dahlia.
I next move to checking that all the windows and doors are locked, carefully tugging on them. All is good until I get to a door with a full glass panel. The knob twists and I quietly push it open. Stepping inside, I find myself in the kitchen that looks out onto the living room. I hold my breath as my blood begins to bubble with anger.
How could she be so careless? She has a daughter to think of. I hope this is just a one time oversight and not something she does regularly.
I wear my riding boots and stepping across these hardwood floors would be like rolling thunder. As quietly as I can, I begin unlatching my boots. I sit on the floor like a kid and work them off until my feet yank free. My muscles are tense when I place them down and rise up on my feet.
With the lightness of a dancer, I walk through the house peering into doorways and mapping out what room is which. There’s a small guest room at the front of the house and looking in, I find that it houses her desk and computer where we’ve spent a few nights enjoying each other. Rather, where King and Sunny have enjoyed each other’s company.
I pad over to the other side of the house and see three doors. The first is Dahlia’s and she continues to sleep. The door next to hers is a bathroom. I know that Soleil’s bedroom is next and my heart begins to thud with excitement. When I see her, she’s just like a sleeping Snow White, waiting for her prince to bring her back to life. As much as I want to, I dare not kiss her.
Enough time has passed while I was inspecting the yard and windows and doors that soft snores fall from her pouty pink lips. I step further into her room and stare at her body and how the sheets cling to her the way I want to. I reach out and ghost my fingers over the hair that has fallen across her face. Her eyelashes flutter on the apples of her cheeks as she sleeps.
I wonder if she dreams of me the way I dream of her?
I lean closer and inhale her scent. She’s all warmth and jasmine, like a summer day. I trace along her neck and over her collarbone, my breath licking her skin like fire.
She moans and writhes, and her legs rub against each other while her arm stretches above her head. The sheet drops and reveals her nightgown has slightly dipped, causing the top of her pink nipple to be exposed. I gulp down and bite my tongue to stop it from peeking out to take a taste.
“Malik,” she murmurs and I freeze.
Her nipple hardens and now I know our dreams take us to the same place where we both sink into the other.
Her breathy“yes”rolls through my soul, hitting me deep. Before I can stop myself, the tip of my tongue swipes across her peaked nub. I freeze when I realize what I’ve done and stand with bated fear that she will wake. Goosebumps dot her flesh and she moans while sliding her hand beneath the covers.
I watch the outline as it slithers to her aching core like a snake searching for the forbidden fruit. Her hand moves, working to fill the void of where I should be. Where she needs me. With an unhurried pace, I tug the sheet off of her and let my eyes drink in the way she rubs and plunges her fingers into her needy cunt. I’ve let myself come this far, so I excuse what I do next.
My hand fights through the stiff material of my riding pants until it grips my hard dick. I pick up the cadence Soleil has set and jerk myself to the same beat, pretending it’s her wet pussy gripped around me. When she rubs faster, my hand squeezes harder. And when her breath changes, short and shallow, I work myself over until I feel cum start to leak from my dick. Her back arches off the bed and her fingers disappear inside of her sweet cunt and I fill my pants with my orgasm.
Soleil’s body grows lax and her face looks peaceful as she rolls over. I take my free, clean hand and pull the sheet up to where it was before and take one last look at my beauty. I back out of the room, one hand still holding on to my cum soaked and now flaccid dick, stepping softly.
When I reach the kitchen where I left my shoes, I look around for something I can wipe my hand with. The counter is free of paper towels, where one might expect to see them, and I can’t even find a napkin. There is only one option that I can spot and I don’t know if I can bring myself to do it, but the thought of riding home like this really isn’t an option.
With a sigh, I cross the kitchen and snatch the dish towel that hangs from the handle of the oven. I shove it down my pants and wipe up what I can manage, then clean off my hand that is now beginning to dry. There’s no way in hell I’m putting my hand into my gloves like that.
Deciding to put my shoes on outside, I scoop them up and with the ease of a mouse tiptoeing past an angry cat, slip out the door, flip the lock on the knob, and close it. I have to tug at it a little harder than I would like, but with the knob being locked in its position, I don’t have a choice.
I hastily slide my shoes back on and scurry down the side of the house, remembering to grab my helmet and gloves from where I placed them next to the porch, and out onto the street where my bike is parked. Everything gets put into place and I fire up my bike and speed off.
I ride home on a high, and sticky pants, replaying the look on my girl’s face when she came. One day, I’ll get to watch the change in her eyes as she tips over the edge, riding my cock and saying my name.
One day, soon.
TWENTY-THREE
SOLEIL
I look around the kitchen,searching for the towel that is always in its spot on the handle of the oven. My mind plays back last night after I washed the dishes, and I swear I sat it right where it should be. But maybe I was so hurried to reply to the messages I had from King, and a text from Malik to remember anything beyond that.
After the incident with Wesley and how Malik responded playfully, I was left swooning. Then after dinner, I noticed a notification that a message from King was waiting for me. I took a quick peek at it, but didn’t fully immerse myself in his words until after Dahlia had gone to bed.
I stood at the sink with my phone on the counter, luring me to abandon the dishes and play with King for a while. And when I finally read his message, my mind was basically one track.
King: I missed you today, my Sunny Girl.
