Page 27 of Stranger Session

“Why do I feel like you wish I’d touched you while you slept?”

My breath catches in my throat. Is that why I’m more upset about where he came than the fact that he came at all? Jesus Christ, no. Why do all these situations warp into something that turns me on? I should be running to call the police, not leaping onto his dick.

“Tomorrow night,” he says, “why don’t you take some sleeping pills and go to bed for me? We’ll see what happens.”

“And tonight?”

He spreads my legs before grabbing my hips and dragging me to the edge of the bed. He breathes warm air on my slit. “Tonight, I’ll eat your pussy the way I’ve wanted to since the day I met you.”

His tongue slips from his mouth and brushes against my clit. I whimper and drop my head to the mattress. Two of his fingers push inside me as he lashes me with his tongueand fuck, it feels good. No one has eaten me the way he is right now. Like I’m a buffet laid out in front of him.

He sucks and nibbles my clit before going back to those quick, broad licks. I moan into the air, my body curling against my will as my muscles tense and tighten with every stroke of his tongue or piston of his fingers inside me.

I push against him, burying his face in my pussy. He grips my hips and embraces the tight seal my lips have created around his. He groans and growls into my flesh, and I realize that he’s pulled his hands from me so that he can jerk himself off.

The thought of him stroking himself as his mouth works me brings me so fucking close. I grind against his face as he leads me toward my edge. Then he changes his motions, and it’s enough to send a barrage of lights flashing behind my closed lids. I come on his face. Hard.

He pulls off his shirt and his hand leaves my hip to fuck me with his fingers as he impales me with three of them. An intense pleasure builds in my gut. He pulls out just in time to make me come with an intense feeling, and I squirt all over his bare chest.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Come again for me, venti. I want you to soak me with it.”

He puts his fingers back inside me and fucks me harder and faster until that unbearable pressure barrels down on me. He pulls out and I squirt all over him again. The sound of splashing liquid fights with his feral groans as I cover him in my come.

“Del,” I pant.

He lies down beside me and motions to the glistening mess on his chest. “Come clean it off me.”

Before I can move, he grips my hair and drags me closer. I open my mouth and press my tongue to his hot flesh,lapping up the salty-sweet come he drew from me. He strokes himself as my tongue flickers across his chest and down his abdomen, paying particular attention to that tattoo beside his hip. He groans as his strokes increase in tempo, and I consider hopping on him and riding him. Before I can, he lets out a low groan.

“I’m coming,” he growls. White beads spill from the head of his cock. It spurts out and lands on his lower stomach, and a final bead lands on the tattoo. I go for it with my tongue, cleaning off the little bench now stained with his pleasure.

Now that we’re both satisfied, a sadness creeps into my gut. I want to ask him to stay, but it feels too soon for that. So I settle on the next best thing.

“Will I see you again tomorrow, nightmare?” I ask.

He stands up and grabs his shirt from the floor. “Right now, I’m not your nightmare, but tomorrow night, I will be.”

I can’t wait.

Chapter Seventeen

Del

Snowflakes drift from the sky as I stand outside her house the next night. The streetlights catch the delicate ice crystals and allow them to shine. The temperature has dropped, and it feels like we lost twenty degrees in the last twenty-four hours. Despite the cold, my body is a furnace because I’m thinking about her.

Before I left her house last night, she told me to play with her, even if she doesn’t wake up. She wants me to keep going no matter what. It makes me nervous because if she’s asleep, how will I know if I go too far? But she made me promise I wouldn’t stop. She wants to feel me when I’m long gone in the morning. She wants to know I was inside her when she wakes up. That’s what she told me, and I’ll happily oblige her newfound fantasy.

I creep across the lawn and sneak in through a window in the back of the house. I didn’t want her to leave any doors unlocked with Sam still around. Even if he can’t see, he’s still a threat. His blindness is a mere stumbling block, butmen like him will find a way around it if given enough time to adjust.

My sneakers hit the ground, and I let myself drop from the windowsill into her kitchen. I head toward her room. The night light illuminates her bedside and casts a pale glow across her face. She looks beautiful when she sleeps.

I rub my hand down her arm, but she doesn’t stir. When I pull back the blanket, she continues to sleep. Her breathing remains slow and even. I move her onto her back and her arm flops off the bed. I lift it and set it beside her, then I raise the hem of her shirt and rub my hand along her lower belly. So soft and warm. I lean down and kiss the skin, then give it a little nip. She still doesn’t move.

I don’t know if she drugged herself or if she’s faking, but if it’s all pretend, she’s fucking good at it.

The fabric rises higher, and her tits fall from beneath it. I lean over, take the hard peak into my mouth, and suck. Then I bite with enough pressure to wake her, but she doesn’t move. She’s not faking it.

I caress and rub the curves of her chest, thrumming her nipples with my thumb. Her panties grow wet for me, and I tug them off. Her pussy gleams with a slick shine that reflects the light. I spread her lips with my fingers and rub her clit, but then I remember she’s asleep. She isn’t aware of this. I don’t need to satisfy her. Her body is mine to use as selfishly as I please, and I don’t have to think about making her come. Though I know I’ll still think of it. All the beautiful sounds she makes and the way her pleasure coats me.

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