It gives me a silly idea, one I blame on the alcohol.
Shoving him backward I smirk, landing a little clumsily on my feet. Grinning at him, the confusion on his face washes away to curiosity, and I start backing up, waving my hands around so I hopefully don’t fall into anything.
I could just let him fuck me on the countertop, but where’s the fun in that?
“Come and catch me!” I yell, spinning and heading down the long hall. I don’t have any idea where I’m going, and I trip over the expensive rug as I try and decide where to go. This house didn’t look like a maze outside in the dark, but now it feels like one.
Keith is laughing behind me. “Go on then, girly. Let’s see if you can hide.”
I grin, rushing forward. All the doors around here are closed, and I grab one handle at a time and throw the door open,only half checking what’s inside each one before moving on. I don’t hear his pursuit, but that makes me more worried than comfortable.
This is Keith’s house. Surely he knows how to sneak around. I don’t even know if this hall has an ending or if it loops someplace. I keep throwing doors open, looking back over my shoulder like he’s going to show up as a shadow in the bright hall, but there’s no one there.
It’s eerily. All I got was his laughter and now silence. Not even the sound of approaching steps.
At the end of the hall, the last door on the right catches my attention. Immediately across from the doorway there’s a wide window, looking out of the dark fields beyond. I pause my frantic run, taking a few seconds to look inside.
There’s a bed, a pair of expensive shoes kicked off near an ottoman and a long mirror on the opposite wall. A glass with clear liquid sits half full on the bedside, and reminds me that I’m thirsty from running and panting down the hall. The burn of the liquor is gone, swirling in my belly, and my hands clasp my knees as I pause to breathe.
This has to be Keith’s bedroom. I thought he hadn't been here in a long time, but maybe he stopped over before chasing the storm. I wasn’t in the bathroom that long earlier.
Stepping into the room, my gaze locks on the window. It takes up nearly the entire wall, with cutouts that create smaller shapes in the glass, like looking through a work of art. Mood lighting from a small lamp illuminates the space in a warm glow, and it makes me think of rich men who sit by the fire and admire the worldwhile sitting in a robe with a half-full snifter of brandy in their hand.
That makes me laugh, and I stumble over to press my hands to the glass. Keith has a fantastic body. I can’t imagine him wearing a fluffy robe like the image in my head, even if it is funny.
If I’m being honest, it really isn’t that funny, but I’m laughing anyway. A snort escapes, and then I’m laughing hard, my whole frame shaking. I should’ve had more to eat before drinking again, and my brain is back to that semi-cloudy, happy place from before.
As I look out into the dark, I vaguely recognize a figure in the glass around my laughter. It draws a moan from my lips when Keith presses his hands near my head, pushing my cheek to the glass and his hips flush to my ass.
He bends down, his chuckle going straight to my core as he speaks. “You’re better at chasing the storms than hiding from them, girly.”
6 Keith
Hayden laughs, rocking her hips back against me. I can make out her reflection in the window but not her face, her hair hanging in the way. “If fear is what you like, Keith, you’d have better luck fucking me during a storm.”
Leaning forward, I graze her throat with my teeth and she shudders, rocking into me again. I know she can feel my cock behind her, eager to rip those jeans down her curvy thighs and fuck her against the window. Her hands flatten fully on the glass as I pull back, letting one hand trail around her stomach so she can’t lean away again.
She yelps when I strike her ass, her head snapping up from the glass and showing me the pretty arch of her back. “If I wanted your fear, Hayden, I’d take it. I want your pleasure instead.”
She hums as my hand slides beneath her fitted shirt, shoving her bra out of my way to cup her breast. She stays arched, still rocking against me, and I moan into her ear as I pinch her nipple. “Oh, just like that, Hayden. Show me how good you can really be.”
“I’m good,” she growls, smashing her cheek to the glass as she reaches back, fiddling with my belt, “and I deserve a prize, Keith. For my first storm chase.”
I grin against her temple, letting my other arm work around her waist to copy her movements. It’s easier to undo the button and zipper of her jeans from here, and she stops grinding against me long enough to let me drag them down her shapely legs.
I smack her ass again, and she jumps at the contact with a breathy gasp. “God, harder than that, Muscles.”
Repeating the strike, she gasps again, and I admire the pretty lacy green thong that barely covers her skin. She keeps rocking back into me with each smack, cutting into any progress she might make with my pants. As her moans grow louder, her movements grow quicker until she completely abandons undoing my pants altogether in exchange for bouncing against me again.
After the fifth strike I stop, shifting the hand that’s teasing her nipples out of her shirt too. She turns to look at me as I grip her shirt, and she catches on quick enough to spin as I tear it over her head. Her lips seal over mine once the fabric is gone, and then I’m tasting the spicy aftermath of the liquor she guzzled, tangling my fingers through her hair to hold her in place.
It gives me long enough to snap her bra open from behind, and she pulls back in surprise. “Damn, college boys suck at that.”
I chuckle, leaning into her space again. “That’s the difference between fucking a boy and fucking a man, girly.”
Her eyes darken as she stares at me, her tongue poking out to trace her lip. She looks divine here in the low lighting, chest heaving as she studies me, her hot breath fanning across my lips.
Instead of responding, she drops to her knees. She doesn’t waste time, deft fingers undoing my pants quickly now that she’s not pressed to the glass. I groan as she tugs my jeans down, fingerseagerly finding the waistband of my boxers and dragging those down too so my cock springs free.
