Page 20 of Heartthrob

His words, the motion, and the play of his hands all make me tip over into the depths of an orgasm that is bigger and stronger than any of the others. My body convulses around his and heat blooms inside of me - a mixture of him and me. I shout out his name as my body does exactly what he wants it to do.

Afterward, I lay my head on his shoulder and rest as he thrusts up inside of me and makes us cum again. Then he stands with me still in his arms, still on his cock, and takes us over to the bed. Sleep finally takes me under as he wraps his arms around me and I have the oddest sense of being home…finally.

Sometime during the early hours of the morning before the sun even comes up, I leave the bed and make my way downstairs to look for something to snack on. I haven’t eaten very well in days and now that I’m home - that’s such an odd thing to think, I have a home - I’m hungry.

Once I’m in the kitchen, the lights from the backyard turn on. I yelp and jump back. There’s a man standing in our backyard. It takes me a second before I recognize who exactly it is. I walk closer to the glass doors to make sure.

“Sal?” My old landlord? What the hell is he doing here?

He makes some motions to me so that I can tell he wants me to open the door for him. But I’m not stupid. He has no reason to be here. And the last time we ‘talked’ he tried to blackmail me for sex.

“Open the door, Esme.”

I shake my head and take a step back. He picks up a landscaping rock and tosses it at the window, shattering the glass. I stand in utter shock that he did that. He takes the opportunity to step through the glass remnants until he’s in the same room I’m in.

Shouldn’t the place be lit up with alarms and…unless we forgot to set the security code when we came in? Oh shit! I take another step back and make a quick scan of the room looking for weapons I can use. Sal might not be very tall but he’s about a hundred pounds heavier than me and he looks like he knows how to fight. And I seriously doubt he’s going to put up a fair one.

“You little bitch,” I wince at the venom of his words. He hates me and he lets me know with every syllable he utters. “You and that cocky little pretty boy you’re fucking around with have ruined my life.”

“What?” He’s lost his mind.

“Don’t play stupid! You know you ran right to him and he set out to ruin me. To destroy my life.”

“I…don’t understand. Why would Linc care about ruining your life?”

Maybe if I can keep him talking, I'll have time to come up with a plan.

“Like you don’t know. When did you find out? When did you find out it was me that stole your identity?”

“What?” It comes out as a gasp, his admission knocking the air out of me and making me completely forget I need to find a way to let someone know this crazy bastard is down here without letting him hurt someone.

“Don’t pretend! You found out I had Ronni pretend to be you and we stole all your money. Don’t say you didn’t. They arrested her and took her away.”

He seems to get madder and madder. And I'm not sure what to say. No, I didn’t know he was the reason all of this started. I didn’t realize the person who told me I could sleep with him and stay at my crappy apartment was the very reason I was in that situation to begin with.

“They thought they were going to get me but I was smarter than Ronni. I went out the back when they came in. I got away! And now, I’m going to make you pay.”

“Pay! You’re going to make me pay for the two of you doing something illegal, for you trying to blackmail me into sleeping with you. Are you out of your mind?”

He doesn’t seem to feel the same way I do, as he starts to come towards me with a tic in his eye. “It’s all your fault. You and your stupid tv-star boyfriend!”

Out of nowhere, a fist comes flying at Sal and clips him on the jaw. Another one lands on his nose. “It’s movie star. I’m a movie star, mother fucker.”

All thoughts of revenge have left Sal like the blood leaving from his nose. “Linc!” I run around the mess that is Sal so that Linc can take me in his arms. Right behind him is the security he hired and I can hear sirens off in the distance.

“I was so worried,” I say in between kisses and hugs. His hands run all up and down my body making sure I am okay. “I didn’t want to call out for you just in case he tried to hurt you. He’s crazy. How did you find out?”

“He tripped the silent alarm. I had Rachel set it after we came in.”

“Oh thank God!” We spend more time kissing. The house fills with people as two police lift Sal off the floor and put him in handcuffs.

“He broke my nose. Are you just going to let him break my nose?”

“You’re in his house, trying to hurt his family. You’re lucky we don’t let him have fifteen minutes with you while we go for coffee.”

I hide my smile behind my hand as Sal moans and is all but drug out of the house.

“Are you alright, my little thief?” I smile at the nickname. If he hadn’t explained it to me I would have been soul crushed that he thought of me as a thief but somehow Linc has taken a sin and made it a virtue.

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