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Before I knew what I was even doing, I unscrewed the cap again and brought it back to my nose. It smelled so much like her. Tasted like her. I pressed down on the tube, watching the sticky gloss flow from the little hole.
I ran my finger through it and brought it to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her again, and I hesitated before smearing it along my lips. The familiar flavor sent a bolt of pleasure through me, making my cock harden as I licked up more of the gloss. I squeezed the tube, watching more of it overflow and slide down the plastic, gathering on my fingers.
It created a sticky mess on my hands, some globs dripping down onto my jeans. With my clean hand, I undid the button and shoved them down enough for my hard cock to come free.
Wrapping my messy hand around my dick, I groaned, letting my head fall back. Gliding my fist up and down, I let myself sink further into the couch, my mind wandering back to last night when I watched Winnie’s hand disappear between her legs.
Her back arched, and she gasped quietly, and I could only imagine how good she felt as she pressed her fingers inside herself. The night was surprisingly cool, and the thick scent of trees and grass invaded me more than other nights. But that was because it was different from other nights.
I squeezed more of the sticky gloss onto my cock, grunting at the feel of my tight fist sliding over it.
In my mind, Winnie rolled onto her knees and pressed her face into the bed, raising her ass up high. She rolled her clit between her fingers, her mouth open, as she drove her own pleasure higher. I was helpless to do anything but watch her, my hand moving at the same speed as hers.
Seeing her in that position, like she was waiting for me to climb through the window and force her to take my dick from behind, had me coming sooner than I’d wanted.
My toes curled in my shoes as I moved my fist faster, my mind changing what happened last night to my fantasy. In my mind, I’d climbed through her window silently. She was oblivious to me standing behind her, watching her fingers slide in and out of her tight little pussy. My cock was hard and leaking and ready to blow inside her, but I forced myself to hold off for another moment.
She rolled her hips, chasing her orgasm; her quiet whimpers and cries the only thing filling the room. As she got closer, I’d step behind her and, in one swift motion, grab her hips and pull her backward.
My cock would slide straight inside her waiting cunt, and I’d feel it ripple and tighten around me as she came. She’d scream, and thrash, and be terrified of the sudden intrusion, but her body wouldn’t obey her mind. She’d come harder than she ever had in her entire life, and I’d feel every bit of it.
She wouldn’t want to admit it was the best orgasm she’d ever had. But her body would collapse and be totally pliable for me to use and bend as I pleased.
I’d drape my body over hers, pressing my chest against her back as I gripped her hair and yanked her head back. “You’re such a good fucking whore,” I’d hiss in her ear before throwing her flat on the bed and fucking her into oblivion.
A fantasy-shattering sound rang through the apartment, and my eyes flew open. I jolted up from the couch, my heart pounding as I looked for the source of the sound. It took me a moment before I realized it was my phone ringing, and I collapsed back to the couch, pulling it from my pocket with a disgruntled groan.
Winnie.
Everything else in my head faded away as I stared at her name. Why would she be calling me right now?
My stomach twisted as I answered the phone, pressing it against my ear. “Winnie?”
“Emmett,” she breathed. Something about her voice was off, and I shoved my sticky cock back in my pants and stood, wiping my hand down my thigh.
“Are you alright?”
“I—I don—” She was slurring every attempted word, and my unease grew.
“Talk to me, baby. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know—” I snatched my keys from the bowl and headed outside, taking the steps down to the parking lot two at a time. “I drank too much.”
“Where are you?”
“Don’t know,” she sighed, sounding exhausted. Music and voices blared behind her, but I couldn’t make anything out.
My mind raced as I got in my car and sped from the parking lot. Where the fuck was she? The seconds stretched into an eternity, each moment fueling my growing panic. I needed to get to her. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to stay calm despite the fear gnawing inside me. I should’ve gone to her house earlier tonight. I should’ve been there to protect her.
“Are you at home?” I asked, desperate to know where to find her.
“Nuh-uh.”
Fuck. My fingers thrummed against the steering wheel as I tried to think. “Okay. What do you see?”
“Just…lights,” she mumbled. “Lots of lights.” Between the background noise and her slurring, it was nearly impossible to hear her. “People.”
The game.
