Page 32 of Stay Baby Stay

The door creaks as it swings open. My hand freezes.

Squinting, I can trace the edges of Cal’s form against the slightly lighter darkness of the hallway.

How long has he been standing outside the door? Could he hear me breathing, or worse?

He makes his way toward the bed. I hear fabric rustling, the clinking of metal on metal, the swoosh of a belt sliding through pant loops. I don’t hear him take his pants off before he eases onto the mattress beside me, staying above the covers.

I count the seconds as they pass, acutely aware of Cal’s body so close to mine. The need to come is as real and desperate as the need to breathe. I listen for signs that he’s drifting off. Light snoring, breath slowing.

But he’s as still and silent as I am. It’s impossible to tell if he’s awake or asleep.

My clit pulses against my fingers with every heartbeat. I press down on that tender spot, sending a burst of tingles through my bloodstream.

Maybe he won’t hear me if I just move my fingers.

I fight to keep my breathing steady as I work my fingers in delicate circles. It takes all of my energy and control to stop my hips from rocking.

I just need to finish what I started. Then I can go to sleep.

My mind picks up where the fantasy left off, with Cal’s lips at my neck and his fingers inside me. The things he says to me in my mind are beyond dirty. Phrases like,come for Daddy, andDaddy wants to hear you moan his name.

I spread my legs slightly, and my foot comes into contact with part of his body. Even with the blankets between us, the awareness that a part of me is resting up against a part of him sends a flood of desire through me. I work my fingers in tight circles, convinced he can hear my heart pounding. In my fantasy, he’s got me on all fours with his fingers on my clit and his cock poised to enter me.

My inner muscles tighten. I come, gasping softly. But in the quiet, even the softest exhale sounds like waves crashing.

I clamp my lips together, listening. The room holds its breath, and it’s not the only one.

Cal sits upright. From the sound of his movements and the way the mattress dips, I’m pretty sure he’s planted his feet on the floor.

Panic seizes my limbs. I was so fucking stupid to think he wouldn’t hear me. Now everything is ruined because I couldn’t put my own selfish needs aside in exchange for his hospitality. Cal told me himself that he didn’t want anything from me, and here I am fantasizing about him like he’s my sugar daddy, twisting his kindness into something sick and perverted.

“Cal,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t respond.

Tears fall into my hairline. I gasp as the bedside lamp switches on. It’s a low-wattage bulb, so the light doesn’t blind me. The first thing I notice is Cal’s bare back, well muscled and tan. I was right about him not having taken his pants off.

He turns to look at me, and I suddenly feel like a deer caught in a hunter’s scope. My heart hammers. He moves in slow motion, reaching toward me, drawing back the covers.

He takes in my bare breasts and belly, my arm wrapped around my stuffie, and my hand still tucked into the waistband of my panties.

“Tell me to leave you alone,” he says. “Tell me to get the fuck out of this room, and to never look at you or think about touching you again.”

Has he thought about touching me? Ever since I arrived, he’s been so stand-offish. But there’s no denying the hunger in his gaze as it roves over me.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I say.

He trails his fingers down my arm, all the way to my wrist. Gently, he guides my hand out of my panties.

My fingers shine in the lamplight.

Every inch of my skin burns with embarrassment as he takes in the wet evidence of my desire. Before I even realize what’s taking place, he’s sucking my fingers into his mouth.

He growls; it’s the only word to describe the primal noise that rumbles from his chest. The sound triggers a cascade of internal responses within me. I hump the air.

Cal runs the backs of his knuckles along the crotch of my panties.

“Who’s your daddy, Holly?” he asks. “Who do you cry for in the night to come take care of this juicy pussy?”

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