Page 79 of Run For Me
Even though JT is here, and he has seen me, it’s not quite fun enough to want to be here. I’d still rather be home.
I make the best of it for the next couple of hours, drinking a few more drinks that have me feeling buzzed, but definitely not drunk. Amelia and I met up with her friend again. We sat and talked, had drinks, went outside for a bit, then lingered some more inside.
The house is full of more people than should be allowed. It’s close to twelve and you can hardly move. I’m not sure how much time has passed since I checked my phone last, so I pull it out now and see I have a text from JT from sixteen minutes ago!
JT:Third floor, third room on the left.
“I, uh, have to go to the bathroom,” I say quickly, getting up from the couch.
“I’ll go with you,” Amelia says, trying to get to her feet. She’s had a lot to drink, and I consider not leaving her alone. But she does this all the time, right? She must be okay.
“No, it’s okay. I won’t be long,” I tell her. And I don’t plan to be.
“Okay,” she says with a shrug, settling back into the couch and sipping her drink. She’s so drunk. I look at Donny.
“I will be right back,” I say.
“Okay, cool.”
“Don’t let anything happen to her.”
“Of course not,” he says with a smile, but for the first time tonight, it looks fake. I stare at him for a moment longer, but figure everything is fine. Amelia didn’t just meet this guy tonight, she’s known him. I’m sure she’ll be okay. So I finish my drink and toss my can on the way to find the stairs, and I head upto the third floor, then move to the room JT told me to go to. The door is closed, and I wonder if I should knock or just go in. He texted me twenty minutes ago, what if he left? What if someone else is in the room?
I glance down the hall, that’s quiet and free of people. It’s not like the second floor that was full of people and loud moans coming from behind the doors. I press my ear to this door and hear nothing, so I turn the knob and push my way inside.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Him
The door opens slowly, and I wait for a flash of pink hair before I lunge. The last thing I need is some bimbo coming in here hoping to get laid, and think I’m interested over a mistake.
All I want is Sailor.
The pink hair is all I need to know it’s her.
The room is dark, only the moonlight coming in through the curtainless windows.
My hand goes to her mouth, and I push her against the door, closing it, and drop to my knees. With my free hand, I tug her panties aside and suck her needy little clit. Her hot breath fans my skin, her moan muffled by it. I add a finger inside her as I lick her, loosening her up for me because I am going to fuck her tonight.
Her hands come to my head, gripping onto my hat. I moan against her, liking the way she touches me. Her grip tightens, and she tugs, grinding against my face. Her hips move faster as her breathing gets quicker, and then her pussy is pulsing andshe’s crying out her release. I maneuver my way to my feet while turning her at the same time, so she can’t see me.
“Did you miss me?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she answers as I unzip my pants to free my dick. I guide myself between her legs, then shove inside her. She’s soaked, and I go in easily.
She moans, body arching against me.
“You feel so fucking good, Sailor,” I tell her as I thrust into her. “Still so fucking tight.”
“So, d-do you,” she answers breathlessly.
With each thrust into her, she bangs against the door. Anyone on the other side would know what’s going on in here, and I fucking love that. I fuck her hard and fast, using her body how I need to get off. It doesn’t take long. This girl drives me fucking wild. When I come, I nearly lose my head and step away from her. But at the last minute, I remember she isn’t supposed to see me. I kiss her shoulder, then her neck, and her jaw.
“Don’t clean up. I want pictures of your messy panties when you get home.”
I guide her to the side, keeping her against the wall, her back to me, as I pull the door open. With one hand on her back, so she can’t turn, I walk out the door but stop at the last second.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I tell her, then turn her to face me.
