His breathing was even, and his chest rose and fell at a steady rate, drawing my attention.
I studied his muscular chest that was covered by the flimsy sheet and wondered if he was cold.
I could make out one pert nipple that was tight and hard, indicating that he had to be at least somewhat cold.
Pushing off the windowsill, I walked over to the end of the bed and tugged the sheet down over his foot.
The move caused the sheet to tighten up around other areas of his body, and I couldn’t help but look at one area in particular.
His cock lay limply against his thigh. His balls resting between them.
Even limp, his cock was still impressive.
I bit my lip and reached over, unable to help myself.
When it came to Lock’s body—specifically his cock—I sometimes didn’t have the greatest of impulse control.
I ran my finger, just the very tip, down the length of his cock, base to tip, secretly thinking I should’ve tugged down the sheet first.
Lock suddenly moved, and with the way in which he threw the sheet off his body, I thought he was awake.
He wasn’t.
Once the sheet was down at his waist, both of his arms moved, tucking up behind his head.
The new position put his abs on display, giving me a clear and unencumbered view of his beautiful chest.
My eyes trailed down the length of him, once again going to his cock that still held the most fascination to me—at least at this moment in time.
The sheet was bunched up around his cock, which was now resting on his other thigh—the one closest to me.
Sadly, the way the sheet was bunched, I couldn’t see his cock as clearly as I’d been able to previously.
But, saying that, I could definitely tell that it was no longer in a soft state.
It was now semi-hard and bulging out despite the fabric bunched up around his waist.
My fingers practically itched to touch it, but again, it wouldn’t be very nice of me to wake him up.
Especially not since I knew he had a long run coming in the morning which he would be getting up quite early for.
I looked over at the clock and winced when I saw the time.
It was half-past three, and Lock had to wake up at four-thirty.
No, I wouldn’t be touching him again.
But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t touch myself.
Or that I couldn’t look at him while I did so.
With the sheet already down around his waist, it took almost nothing to pull it a little further down, exposing the once again soft flesh that was beneath.
I couldn’t stop myself from dragging my finger once again along the length of it, grinning slightly when I saw it start to fill with blood despite its owner’s unconsciousness.
Stepping back, I found myself going to the recliner that Lock sat in most nights after he got off shift.
But instead of turning it around to face the television, I completely turned it half a circle and placed the chair where I could see the bed perfectly.
I was about six feet away from him when I took my seat, and I was glad that the angle of the chair made it to where I could see the complete length of Lock’s body.
I immediately stood back up and lost my sleep pants and my panties, kicking them into the vicinity of the bathroom.
When I regained my seat, I threw both legs over the arms of the chair and leaned back until I was comfortable.
Then I started to slowly circle my clit as I watched Lock sleep.
Watched his cock—which hadn’t gone down in the slightest.
I let my eyes trail all along his body, taking him in, letting my eyes linger on my most favorite parts.
My eyes flicked up to his face, and I was disappointed that he wasn’t awake all of a sudden.
Though it felt good touching myself, it wasn’t nearly the same as when he touched me.
It was a difference between a fire in a fireplace and a forest fire.
One was controlled and easily put out. But the other was wild, uncontained and nearly impossible to stop once it got going.
That was what Lock did to me—made me feel uncontained.
It was a heady feeling, one that I loved.
One that I took for granted obviously.
Because touching myself just wasn’t good enough.
And now that I’d gone and worked myself up as well as I had, I couldn’t not wake him up.
I had to have him—have his cock.
Otherwise my day at work would be miserable.
Sitting up now and divesting myself of the only thing left on my body—Lock’s shirt—I made my way to the bed.
I could feel my slickness on my thighs as I walked, and that only turned me on all the more.
I got back onto my side of the bed and quickly shuffled under the covers.
What I did not do was recover Lock.
Instead I scooted closer to his side.
He automatically adjusted his body when I got closer, moving his body so that I was touching him from shoulder to knee.
I moved even closer until my naked body was pressed up against his, then readjusted the blanket to suit my needs. Keeping myself mostly covered while keeping him mostly uncovered.
Then I let my fingers drift over his body, touching his nipples and running along his abs.
His breath hitched once, but otherwise he stayed asleep, breathing easy.
Keeping an eye on his face as I moved my hand, I slowly curled it around his shaft and squeezed.
A groan left his body and he moved, his legs spreading wider while his arms moved down.
One went absently around my body while the other came down to rest on the bed beside his big body.
The sheet was now down around his knees and doing nothing to shield him from my gaze any longer.
I reluctantly pried my eyes away from Lock’s face and allowed my gaze to sweep over him as I slowly worked my hand up and down the length of his cock.
It hadn’t taken much for him to get hard once my hand was on him, but I still worked him slowly, trying to keep him asleep for some reason.
I worked him in slow, soft strokes, moving my hand so slowly that my entire arm ached with the machinations.
At one point, I had no other choice but to let him go or my arm would fall off.
So, I did.
And when I did, I allowed myself to look my fill as his cock stood stiff and ready exactly where I’d left it.
There was no leaning to the side or sagging for him. No, Lock’s cock was so hard and stiff that it didn’t even bob. It stayed exactly where I’d left it, so hot and rigid that it practically invited me to lick it.
I would have, too.
Except he didn’t stay asleep.
It wasn’t until he woke, his throaty groan making my thighs clench, that I realized why I wanted him to stay asleep.
If he was asleep, I was in charge.
The moment he woke, though?
Yeah, power definitely switched to Lock’s favor.
It took him all of two seconds to comprehend what was going on.
One second, he was on his back, my hand on his cock, and the next I was on my back, and Lock was sucking one of my nipples between his lips.
My eyes nearly rolled back into my head when I felt the delicious tug on the sensitive peak.
“Spread your legs wider, baby,” he ordered when I momentarily lost focus on what I was doing.
I did, and his hips fell in between mine—right where they were always meant to be.
Then he was slowly working his hard cock inside of my pussy, filling me full while not taking his usual care as he pushed inside of me.
That was when I realized that all control that Lock usually held onto with iron-clad control was gone.
I’d made him lose it, and I wasn’t sorry in the least.
“Let me in,” he growled, push
ing harder.
I repositioned my hips, then tilted them up slightly.
He took it as the invitation it was and slowly forged inside of me.
I moaned at the sweet, burning stretch that always seemed to take my breath away, no matter how many times we did it.
Just when I thought that the pressure would be too much, he’d pull back, giving me a few seconds to adjust before he was forging ahead again, taking an inch farther each time.
It wasn’t long before he was buried deep—as deep as he could possibly go.
“Fuck,” he breathed, dropping his forehead to mine. “You’re so tight.”
I dragged my nails against the length of his back, causing him to hiss.
“Again,” he ordered, pulling slightly out before slamming back inside.
I did it again, and again, and again.
Soon I was too mindless, though, too wrapped up in what I was feeling to truly follow any orders.
All I was focused on was the way that he made me feel. The way that my body felt like it was flying toward a place that only Lock could ever bring me to.
And then, I was flying.
Sparks started at the edges of my vision, and soon it wasn’t just a spark, but a blistering inferno of an explosion that rocked me to my core.
“Christ,” he gasped, feeling the way my pussy clamped down on his invading cock.
My hands clenched down on his bulging biceps, trying to find purchase when there was none to be had.
The orgasm that had exploded to life inside of me wouldn’t be tamed. Couldn’t be controlled.
Lights danced in my vision. My breathing hitched. And my toes curled.
Lock’s body went taut and he groaned.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, coming up onto his knees so abruptly that I froze.
His hand furiously wrapped around his stiff length. The wet sound of his hand moving up and down the length of himself had me looking down, watching and waiting.
Then I felt the hot splash of his cum on my body.
The first spurt that left his cock went the farthest.
The splash came all the way up to my neck.
The second didn’t go quite as far, but nearly, decorating my collarbone.
The third covered my left breast.
And the fourth and fifth he aimed down at my pussy.
The hot wetness hit my clit, causing my body to jolt.
“Jesus,” he breathed, going back onto his haunches and staring down at me as if I’d just pulled the rug out from under him. “What the hell was that?”
I watched him hold onto his cock loosely, slowly working himself down from the wild ride we’d just had.
Taking my finger, I swiped up the wetness that was slowly sliding down my neck, brought it to my lips, and tasted him.
He cursed, his hand tightening on his cock.
But before he could lean forward like I knew he was about to do, his alarm went off.
He stared at it as if he didn’t know what to do with it.
I laughed, leaned over, and turned it off.
Then I reached for the lamp.
When I rolled back to my back, staring up at him, it was with him still in the same position as before.
I batted my eyes at him innocently.
“What was that?” he repeated again.
I swiped up the splash near my collarbone, and took that into my mouth, too, wrapping my tongue around my finger and licking every last drop of it off of my digit.
“That,” I said teasingly, “was me waking up in the middle of the night, and staring at your naked body for way too long, and wanting you really bad.”
His lips kicked up at one side, then he was crawling up my body.
He stopped to gather the wetness I could feel dripping down the length of my slit, then brought his finger to my mouth.
I wrapped my tongue around his finger, licking him clean.
He groaned and dropped down until his forehead was resting against mine.
“I’m not sure that I want to go run,” he said, sounding truly upset. “I want to lie here, in this bed with you, and take you up on that offer in your eyes.”
I brought my hands to his cheeks, then pulled him down to my mouth before giving him a solid kiss on the lips.
Once I pulled back, I pushed him off of me and stood.
“The window is open,” he drawled.
I squeaked and moved, heading straight to the side of the room where I couldn’t be seen, then harshly pulled the blinds down, causing them to sway with the movement.
“I came out of the bathroom and saw that it was way brighter than it was in there, and got curious. When I turned around because the brightness disturbed you, it was to see this big bulge between your thighs…and things just degraded from there,” I told him.
He finally lifted himself off the bed, his mostly hard cock swinging like a pendulum between his legs as he moved.
My eyes bounced from his face to his cock and back.
“Baby,” he said when he finally reached me.
His cock poked me in the stomach, and I really would have taken advantage of the beautiful body part had I not been feeling the aftereffects from our first lovemaking.
“Yeah?” I asked, pressing in tighter, unable to help myself.
“You can wake me up like that any time you want to,” he growled.
Then he was dropping a harsh kiss on my face and heading to the drawers on the other side of the bedroom.
I watched him move around, getting dressed.
He didn’t bother with a shirt, instead putting on a tight pair of Under Armour underwear that were so tight that I could practically see his pubic hair.
He followed them up with a pair of shorts that were short…and also tight.
Not as tight as his underwear, but they were tight enough to leave very little to the imagination.
Socks and shoes soon followed, followed shortly by his watch, a tight band that went around his chest right under his pecs, and his headphones.
I walked up to him and ran my finger along the black band around his chest, fingering it softly.
“Why do you wear this?” I asked curiously.
He pulled me in tight.
“It measures cadence and heart rate, and a whole lot of other stuff that I haven’t quite figured out the hang of yet,” he said. “It connects to my watch and tells me a lot of stuff about my stride, my performance, and things like that.”
“Oh,” I said. “Okay.”
His hand moved down my naked back, cupping my ass.
“When I get back, I want you naked in the bed waiting for me,” he growled.
I snorted.
“Sorry, Kemosabe,” I apologized. “But I have to get to work in a couple of hours, and that means that I don’t have time to laze around in bed all day.”
He gave me a disgruntled groan.
“Shit,” he said. “I forgot today wasn’t Saturday.”
I patted his chest. “Tonight. Before we leave.”
His eyes studied mine before nodding once.
“You’re on.”
Then he kissed me and was gone, and for the first time in hours, my brain was clear.
Chapter 15
If you ever hear someone talking shit about me, look them in the eyes and say, ‘You know they don’t give a fuck, right?’
-Lock to Logan
Lock
The first bit of bad news came an hour after we’d left.
Pulling over to the side of the road, I answered the call.
“Hello?” I said, not surprised to hear Captain Morgan on the other end of the line.
“Your house was broken in to,” Captain Morgan said without preamble. “Luckily the crew that was there working on your pool house saw it happening.” He paused. “One of the workers that had stayed behind to eat his lunch there saw it all go down, tried to follow the kid that did it, but w
as too slow. Got a make and model of the car that he got into, though. No license plate, however.”
Anger burned in my gut.
“My house okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” Captain Morgan said. “There was a window knocked out in your door, and I replaced it already. You’re welcome.”
I felt my lips curl.
“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate it.”
“No worries,” he said. “You need to set your alarm.”
I’d forgotten in our haste to get out of the house later that afternoon.
My mind had been focused on the burning sensation the ring box was making in my pocket and not safety, obviously.
I pressed my hand to my thigh, feeling the ring dig into my skin.
I’d ditched the ring box at the first rest stop we’d stopped at, annoyed by the bulge in my pocket that you could very clearly see. It’d been only a matter of time before she saw it and recognized the shape for what it was.
“I’ll do that now,” I promised.
“Good man,” he said. “I’m out.”
Then he was gone, leaving me sighing long and loud.
“What was that?” Saylor asked, scooting over to press closely against my side.
“That was my captain telling me that the house was nearly broken into,” I grumbled.
She gasped. “Did he get in?”
I shook my head, then pulled up the app on my phone that allowed me to arm the alarm.
With that done, I thought of something and texted Captain Morgan.
Lock: What’s the make and model of the car?
Captain Morgan texted back seconds later.
CM: 1999 Civic. Black with green rims.
I closed my eyes and groaned.
“That’s the car that I keep seeing all over town,” I cursed. “This has the be the creepy fucker that’s sending us mail.”
Saylor didn’t pretend not to know what I was talking about.
“Do you think that it’s the same person that sent that to my dad?” she asked. “The same one that’s harassing him?”
After texting a reply to the captain to ensure that he took a look in the parking lot of Saylor’s old apartment building, I shoved the phone back into my pocket and shrugged.
“I honestly can’t pretend to know anything,” I said. “The picture he got? Yes. The rest? No, I have no clue.”
She made a sound in the back of her throat, then placed her hand on my thigh.
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