by N. Alleman
But not this time.
Instead, I wriggle out from underneath him, twist him around, and sit in his lap. I take a second to admire him, drinking him all in, and I rest my forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes, before placing a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.
Then I completely transform from a sweet, innocent girl into a confident sex goddess. I slide down his body until my knees hit the floor with a soft thud. I don’t break eye contact with him as I unbuckle his belt, open his fly, and shove his jeans down and finally pull him free of his underwear.
His thick length stands to attention, and I can’t help but stare at its beauty. I’ve never been one for admiring a dick, but Jake’s makes me want to stare for hours. He feels so good in my hand as I run my fingers up and down his shaft, and he bites his lip to keep quiet.
He’s wondering what I’m about to do next, which means I’ve got him just where I want him. I move my lips closer, pressing another sweet kiss on him, only this time it’s on his cock.
Writhing beneath me, his edgy desire is all-too-apparent in the way he tenses his thick, muscular thighs.
I smile to myself before moving in for the kill and wrapping my mouth around him. His cock almost completely fills my mouth, but it’s not unpleasant. I bob my head up and down, flicking my tongue as I go, and loving every single second of it.
Who knew that I was going to be the type of girl who enjoyed giving blow jobs?
“Oh, God.” Jake lets out a long sigh. “You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you? Fucking filthy.”
After a few moments of getting him really riled up, I take my mouth away. As much fun as this is, I need to feel him inside me. Now.
I don’t think I can go another second without finding out how it feels to be fucked by Jake Malone.
Hard pants rush from his chest, though he doesn’t seem annoyed that I’ve stopped. In fact, he leans in and kisses me hard, nibbling on my lower lip.
He wants this, just as much as I do.
I’m ready for him now, wetter than I’ve ever been, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stand being teased. I need him now, right this second.
It’s a moment that I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
I yank my pants down, he peels down my panties, and finally, I’m naked. I hear the rustling sound of Jake’s clothes leaving his body, and seeing him naked fills me with a heart-pounding thrill.
This is it. It’s about to happen.
I feel a little like a teenager about to lose her virginity—which I suppose in an emotional kind of way, I am.
I’ve had sex before.
I had the same boyfriend, Ben, for nearly eighteen months before we broke up. It just never felt this passionate or exciting before.
I never felt like I had to have Ben that second. We just sort of limped along, like ‘this is what we should be doing’. I always felt like Ben was only with me because he didn’t want to be alone, just like I was with him.
He certainly wasn’t too upset when I ended things, merely responded with typical Ben-style indifference.
Now that I’m here with Jake, I’m grateful to have finished things with Ben. Life would have been dull, routine, and utterly boring if I’d stayed with him. The exact opposite of what it’s like being around Jake.
Jake forces any memories of the past out of my mind by pushing me backward and off him.
At first, I wonder what the hell he’s doing.
But then I realize that he just wants to get a good look at me in all of my naked glory.
I should feel awkward, embarrassed, and even ashamed. I’ve never been proud of my body, but under Jake’s admiring gaze, I feel like the sexiest woman on the entire planet. I actually want him to keep looking at me.
But then he pulls me close once more.
“I can’t take this anymore,” he murmurs.
He pulls me onto his lap, and his cock throbs against me. It’s begging for entrance, and I’m desperate to comply, so I angle myself just right and slide down the length of him.
I gasp as he fills me. He feels incredible inside me, so much better than I could have ever imagined.
“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” Jake is almost completely succumbing to me now, which is the complete opposite of how all of this started when I was underneath him, allowing him to consume me.
Now I’m in control, and I’m going to ride him in a way he’ll never forget.
I lean forward and grip him so that his cock is rubbing against my clit as we move, and then we devour each other in the best way possible.
It doesn’t take long before I feel the familiar waves of pleasure build up inside me again.
How did I have sex for months without experiencing this amazing release?
“Oh, god!” I cry out, showing Jake that I’m close. He wraps his lips around one of my nipples, teasing and tugging at it with his tongue and teeth.
It hurts in a good way, heightening all of my sensations.
Another unexpected surprise.
Today is full of them.
“Oh god, Jake.” I don’t even care that the whole apartment building can probably hear us. I can’t control myself. I’m completely under his thrall.
Then the pleasure shatters through my body, and I utterly fall apart in his arms. He kisses me as I climax, and I feel a connection with him stronger than any I’ve felt in my whole life.
I’m not alone anymore.
Jake picks me up and lay me onto my back on the rug. Then he continues to thrust away on top of me, and tides of bliss crash over me time and time again.
I almost can’t even cope with the ecstasy I’m experiencing. I might just crumble and splinter beneath him.
With a feral growl, Jake jets his essence into me before collapsing on top of me, as worn out as I am.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he finally says, making me smile.
Drunk on what he’s done to my body, I curl up next to him.
So are you, Jake.
15
Jake
I’ve fucked my fair share of girls. I’ve always been upfront about that, but what just happened with Daisy … that was on another level entirely.
It wasn’t just fucking. It meant far more than that.
Maybe it’s the delayed gratification, maybe it’s the adrenaline that’s pumping through my body because I’m on the run, or maybe it’s just her.
Daisy.
All I know for certain is that I fully intend to keep her around to find out.
We’re going to do that again.
“There’s some soda here, do you want some?” I call out from the kitchen to the front room, where Daisy is still recovering.
As soon as my heart started to slow down a few minutes ago, I realized how thirsty I was. I probably felt like this when she first asked, but lust overshadowed any other needs I had.
All I could think about was fucking her brains out.
At that moment, I couldn’t be alone with Daisy for another second without taking full advantage of the situation.
It may have only been a matter of hours since we first met, but it felt like I’d been waiting for an eternity to finally get inside her.
And fuck me sideways, it was well worth the wait.
All of the jealousy from seeing her dancing at the club still drove me crazy, and ravaging her was the only way I could have calmed down.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Daisy replies, sounding a little distracted.
“You okay?” I call back, already wanting to be by her side.
I hope she doesn’t regret what we did. That would damn near kill me. I can’t imagine it being the case, though.
From what I saw, she enjoyed the hell out of herself.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just…” She trails off, and I already know what’s wrong before she continues. “It has nothing to do with you, don’t worry.”
I rush in and wrap her up in my arms. “I know, babe. It’s just a weird situation, that’s all,�
�� she nods against my chest as I murmur into her ear. “Would you feel better if we did a bit of snooping?”
She pulls back to look at me. “Would that make me the worst sister in the world? I’m only worried because the strip club boss made it seem like she was in a lot of trouble.”
Funny enough, the mention of that sleazy bastard doesn’t upset me now. I was completely stupid to be jealous before.
“No, we absolutely should do some snooping. What if Lucas is a bad guy? What if Manny is still a problem? If Karen is trying to keep you out of the picture—even if it’s for your own safety—then this might be the only chance you have to get some real answers.”
Daisy nods. She already knew she was going to snoop. She just wanted my blessing so she knew it was okay.
I’m happy to give her permission.
Right now, I’d probably give this girl just about anything.
“I’ll look in the bedroom. You take down here,” she says.
She thinks anything bad will be hidden in her sister’s room.
Smart. A lot of people hide their secrets under their beds or in the darkest corners of their closets, and she wants to be the one to find out the truth.
I nod, letting her do things her way. After all, this is her mission and her family. I’m just an assistant, here to help her along the way.
A determined expression sets on Daisy’s face as she makes her way up the stairs, and I respect the forcefulness in her every step. This is clearly very difficult for her, but she’s doing it anyway.
She’s afraid, but she’ll do anything for her sister, and that’s pretty fucking admirable.
Even though I have no idea what I’m looking for, I’ll be able to spot anything suspicious—I have enough experience for that.
So I begin my hunt around the apartment. I start with the front room, looking for the drawer or cupboard where they keep their paperwork. Every home has one, and that’s as good a place to look as any.
Nothing turns up, so I head to the kitchen instead.
As I examine the food in the cupboards, I’m not able to remember the last time I ate something substantial, but I finally spot a small corner of a photograph, stuffed under all sorts of kitchen utensils and appliances.
I pull it out. This has either been hidden here or left by accident, and either way I want to get a look. Something about it feels important.
The first thing I spot in the picture is a slightly younger-looking Daisy. It might have been taken a year or so ago. She’s standing awkwardly next to a preppy, bored-looking boy. Boyfriend maybe?
Instead of feeling a tinge of jealousy, I stare at him with a bemused smile.
This dude is clearly a boy, whereas I am most definitely a man.
The kid has nothing on me.
Then I see a girl with a slightly similar look to Daisy, except that she’s taller and rounder-faced, and her blonde hair is mousier looking. This must be Karen, the mysterious missing stripper. My eyes drift over to another guy, his arm slung casually over her shoulder. Her boyfriend, I assume.
The instant I take in his face, my entire world crumbles around me. The ground vanishes beneath my feet, and everything else disappears until it’s just me and the image I’m grasping in my hand.
“Oh, fuck!” I say before I can get a hold of myself.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
What the hell am I going to do now? Sure, this is a slightly younger version of the guy, but there’s absolutely no mistaking that I know who he is. I’ve met him before.
God-fucking-damn it!
There’s no way that Daisy is going to believe anything I say now. She’ll think somehow I planned all of this.
My knuckles are white, and I clutch the photograph so tightly that I might tear it at any moment. Each breath I take is labored, and for a man who’s always in control, I have absolutely no fucking idea what to do right now.
It only gets worse when I hear a clunking sound coming from the direction of the bedroom. Shit, Daisy is coming, and I need a goddamned plan right fucking now.
But how the hell do I tell her that I not only did I know Manny, but I’m the one who supposedly murdered him?
God … I’m fucked. Totally and utterly fucked.
16
Daisy
I walk down the stairs feeling more than a little dejected. I quickly searched all of Karen’s drawers, looked under the bed, and I even dug around at the back of her wardrobe—all for nothing.
There are no clues about what’s been going on in Karen’s life.
I should have done all of this much sooner, and a wave of guilt washes over me.
I didn’t do it sooner because I was too afraid. I was messed up after Manny’s violation of me, and I was too damn scared to do anything about it. I knew that I should and I really wanted to, but instead, I gave in to cowardice.
Well, never again.
At least I know my sister is alive now. If she wasn’t, I would be absolutely torn to pieces inside, and I would never be able to recover, not in a million years.
I silently vow never to let fear control me again.
I expect to find Jake searching the front room, but he’s nowhere to be seen. I glance around, wondering if he’s even looked in here yet. Nothing is out of place. Remembering where everything was is probably something that I should have thought about.
It’s going to be quite obvious that I’ve been in my sister’s bedroom, invading her privacy, and I didn’t even think about that.
I am definitely not cut out for a life of crime.
As I wander into the kitchen, I see Jake shadowed in the corner. His back is to me, but his shoulders are tense.
Oh, god. What has he found?
Panic seizes me. “Are … are you okay?” I ask, my voice trembling. “Did you find something?”
When he doesn’t immediately turn to face me and squash my fears, my anxiety climbs to another level.
My stomach twists into a knot. I can barely feel my feet touching the floor anymore. It’s as if I’m floating off into unknown territories.
No, no, no.
I think these words over and over in my head as I tightly wrap my arms around my middle, trying to hold myself together. It’s too late, though. I’m already falling apart.
“Is this…?” Jake’s voice is hoarse, like he's struggling to speak. “Is this Manny?”
Manny? Why the hell is he asking about Manny?
I rush to his side, desperate to find out what he’s discovered and not wanting to all at once.
I snatch the picture from his hand, immediately spotting a photograph that was taken around the time I got together with Ben.
Why was I so determined to make it work with him when it was doomed to fail from the start? I was an idiot. I knew it wouldn’t work, even back then, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. Maybe I’m just too stubborn. Or maybe I was like my sister.
My eyes scan the photo—there’s Karen with Manny. An involuntary shudder runs through my body. I didn’t know how bad things were back then.
She didn’t really tell me anything until after she’d started to get away from him, and now, seeing his smug face grinning from the photo, I feel sick to my very core. How did all of this happen to my lovely, kind-hearted sister?
She might not be perfect, but she never deserved any of that to happen to her.
Guilty tears prick at the back of my eyes. Every single damn day, I feel awful that I left her behind in his clutches. Even though she told me to, I still can’t believe that I did.
I should’ve stayed. I should’ve helped. I should’ve done anything else. If I could go back in time, I would change absolutely everything.
The memory of her voice fills my ears.
"Leave! You have to go! He'll never leave us alone, can't you see that, Daisy?"
"You'll never be safe here. Not with him."
"Get out!"
Why did I do what she said? Why didn’t I argue with her and stay? She would’ve
never left me behind, but I’d done it to her, and it’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever done.
I’ll never forgive myself.
“I’m sorry, I know this must be hard for you,” Jake says.
He’s completely misinterpreting my emotional stare, and I don’t bother to correct him.
“I just … I need to know if that’s him,” he continues.
I tearfully nod. “Yes.”
Then suddenly, I realize this picture means nothing to Jake. Why does he need to know who Manny is so badly? Unless … is it possible that he knows him? Oh fuck, is Jake friends with Manny?
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he says, and my knees threaten to give out.
What if he tells me that Manny is related to him? After everything I’ve told him. God, this is why you should never jump into bed with a man you barely know. Why you should always keep your secrets to yourself.
I need a backup plan. I need to decide how I’m going to get out of here if it comes down to it.
Jake interrupts my train of thought. “This is him. This is the guy.”
His words make no sense.
“What guy?” The whole world is spinning, and I have no idea why.
“This is the guy I’m being hunted because of.”
I’m still confused.
“The guy that the police think I killed. It was him.”
I stagger backward, grabbing onto the nearest part of the kitchen counter to hold me upright. “What do you mean?”
Killed? Does that mean Manny is dead?
A wide range of conflicting emotions erupts inside me over that information.
That bastard didn’t deserve to live, but hearing that someone you know has been murdered is bizarre, no matter who they were or what they did.
Did Jake kill Manny? Oh God, I’d been keeping thoughts of his possible guilt as far from my mind as possible, but now that I know Manny is involved, it all comes racing back.
“I don’t understand.” My voice is weak, barely there.
