Page 104 of The Trust We Broke
But my heart rate accelerates at the thought that every turn leads to nowhere. Dead ends.
“Eighteen…seventeen.” There’s impatience to his tone. Like he’s forcing himself to wait, to let me get a bigger lead and build anticipation.
Given Grudge knows the building so much better than I do, there isn’t anywhere I can hide that he won’t know. Behind the bar would be too obvious.
“Sixteen…fifteen…” His voice is getting fainter as I run.
My calves burn as I race down the accommodation hallway. Some doors are locked, some left open. I don’t know whose rooms are whose. But I tug them all closed, knowing it will make it harder for him to guess whether I’m in there or not.
Grudge’s room is near the end of the hallway, but across from it is a door unlike the others. When I turn the handle, it opens,and I’m presented with a black-walled staircase. I click the light switch, but the light is dim. It seems to lead up to an attic space.
Indecision floods me. Anything could be up there. Rats. Spiders.
But even that doesn’t stop wetness spreading as my thighs rub together.
The stairs are metal. Cold and harsh beneath my feet. Worried that he might see the light beneath the door from the hallway, I turn it off and climb as far up the stairs as I feel brave enough to tackle. Once I’m about seventy percent of the way up, I turn and sit gingerly.
The stairs are uncomfortable beneath my butt, but less painful than they were to my feet. And I try to remember every quote I’ve ever learned about the mastery of discomfort.
The seconds count by in my head. I can no longer hear Grudge’s voice, but I imagine it.
The way he’ll have held himself still until the very last second, and the way he’ll lick his lips as he relishes the challenge.
Whatever had him and Catfish in such moods will be gone from memory. His focus will be all on me.
Knowing what would be guaranteed to drive him wild, I shift to the middle of the step, then open my legs. I allow my fingers to drop to my pussy and glide through all my arousal. It’s thick and heavy.
My clit aches as I circle it.
One orgasm wouldn’t be so bad to take the edge off while I wait.
But hanging on the pinnacle of coming, edging myself while I wait, so the very first touch from my man makes me come?
“Ahh,” I gasp, and drop my head back.
Rational thought disappears. “You better make me work for it.” Grudge’s voice is faint. He’s down the end of the corridor. “Clever girl, closing all the doors.”
I hear one slam.
It takes a minute before I hear another.
I bite down on my lips to avoid groaning, as I slide one finger inside myself while I wait. In my head, my thoughts center on two things: how badly I want to come, and how Grudge can be the only one to get me off.
I’m punishing myself in the most delicious way.
“You wanted me hard, Luce? You win. My cock’s so fucking painful, right now. It’s gonna burn when it stretches you.”
My clit throbs at his words, and I pull my fingers away quickly. I’m so close to orgasm that it feels like I might not be able to stave this one off. I bite my tongue and press my feet down hard onto the metal staircase.
The pain is just enough to take me away from the edge.
But the ache of need remains.
I hear another door slam. “Not in my room. Bad move, baby girl. Was ready to take your throat while you tried to beg me for forgiveness for running.”
Everything in my chest tightens.
My breathing is fast, short gasps of air.
