Page 27 of Tempt Me

The pompous prick had an ascot wrapped around his neck and his button-up all the way buttoned.

“What a nerd,” Tick-Tock, Joe said, making me jump at the sudden intrusion.

“Fucking hell, Joe. Don’t make me shoot you again,” I warned, clutching my racing heart.

He chuckled and waggled his bushy eyebrows at me. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, big boy.”

I fought the urge to gag and moved to a different section of the hedges. Fallon had moved, and I needed to see her. The guy had left, lucky for him, and now she was sitting in a big bed wiping at her cheeks.

Had that fuck hurt her?

Rage simmered in my gut, encouraging the urge to stalk into their house. Finding this neckerchief man had become the next on my ‘To-Do ’ list after seeing Fallon. Making him mop up his blood from her floor after I beat him senseless would be a lovely treat.

“Cool it, Rocky,” Joe warned, tsking at me. “Your princess is asleep. Go home, ya’ nut.”

Peering back into the window, I saw that Fallon had laid on the bed, and her eyes were closed.

I needed to see her, make sure with my own eyes that she was all right.

Joe shook his head at me. “You belong back in the nuthouse more than your brother does, and you know it.”

With that, he poofed.

Why did seeing things that weren’t there need to be part of my family’s plight? Fuck! I tried so hard to pretend I wasn’t like Judas, but maybe I was only fooling myself.

I sighed in relief and made my way to the big ass tree, that was so conveniently located by her window.

Jumping up to climb was the easy part, but now I was at least fifteen minutes into this stupid idea. I was way too old for this shit, and my muscles were bitching at me as I made my way to the top of the branch. It swayed over like an arm extending an invite into the sleeping princess’s room.

I squeezed my ass inside the window, silently wondering why rich people seemed to think there were no bad guys who could climb trees and open windows.

Fallon’s chest was rising and falling. Her breasts were free of any damn bra, and the chill of the air made her nipples hard. My mouth watered at the sight, wanting to suck those damn buds into my mouth until she writhed under me, begging for more.

My cock hardened in my pants, and I stuck my hand inside them, freeing the length from the binds and looking at her beautiful face as I stroked myself.

I thought about her wet, hot mouth, how she choked on even the smallest amount of me. What would she do when I shoved my dick so far down her throat that she could taste my balls?

I shivered, the thought making me feel hot.

I stroked faster, the massive edging from earlier in the library making my nuts feel heavy and ready to bust. Frantically bouncing my eyes around the room, I realized I had nowhere to fucking come. There were blankets on the bed that were all black, but hardly anything else.

There were no tissues, extra clothing, or carpet on the floor. Only dark wood planks, an empty desk with a small chair tucked underneath, and one end table with a lamp on it. I didn’t evensee a chest of drawers. Where were all her clothes, make-up, and girlie hair things?

Fuck, and I thought a jail cell was barren. This room was empty except a vanity in the bathroom.

I could come in her mouth, but if she woke up and saw me, I’d likely lose my dick to her teeth.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Humming…I heard humming. Opening my peepers, I followed the sound, and there was a mini fridge tucked in the far left corner of the room. Making my way over to the tiny, black box, I opened its door. The illuminated light was bright in the space, so I moved my body in front of it…light disturbing her right now, no fucking bueno.

She snorted and rolled over. I saw a lunch bag sitting on the shelf. Letting go of my dick, I quickly opened the bag.

Ho-oh! Look at that…there was a sandwich inside.

Scrawled writing on the top of the bag read ‘my lunch don’t touch, bitch’ and the date. A delicious idea corroded my mind, and my cock throbbed at the visceral feeling.

I wanted her to taste me.

I opened the box and laid it on top of the mini-fridge. I tossed off the top bun of the sandwich and angled myself over the salami.

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