Page 42 of Dare You to Run
“Hen-drix.” My name sounds like a plea when she speaks. “I’m so close.”
My hand snakes around her waist, my fingers heading straight for her clit. “Let’s get you all the way there, little mouse.”
I begin to rub and roll her swollen clit between my calloused fingers and she cries louder, the melody echoing all around.
“Fuck. You feel so good. Do you know how perfect your sweet pussy is?” She shakes her head as best as she can with her cheek mashed to the wall. “It’s perfect for me. I want to wear it out.”
I pinch her nub hard and a piercing scream follows. Her body convulses and she begs God to never let it stop. Dagen’s fingers scrape the tile, trying to anchor herself to it, but it’s no use as I continue to slam harder and harder.
She sags and her arms can barely keep her stable from slumping to the floor. My balls start to tingle and my toes grip the wet tiles. I feel the first drop of cum and strangle the base of my dick, withdrawing it from the comfort of her tight walls.
“Get on your fucking knees little mouse and open wide.” I’m holding on to my cock and my sanity for dear life. “Now Dagen,” I bark and she scrambles to obey.
My hands guide her to face me and she sits on her knees. I squeeze her jaw, causing her mouth to fall open. It’s a beautiful sight. Dagen on her knees before me, her pouty lips pried open and those gorgeous eyes looking wild.
My hand jacks my dick, pumping back and forth. The orgasm I was holding back I chase once again. It builds and my bulging head throbs until it finally explodes. I coat Dagen’s mouth and chin with cum and it drips down, droplets falling to her breasts.
My teeth gnash painfully and my body goes rigid with my release. When my dick softens, I open my eyes and see Dagen with a mouthful of me. I gather the cum still leaking from the corners and shove my fingers into her mouth, returning every trickle where it belongs.
“Swallow it. Don’t you dare waste it, little mouse.” She struggles to swallow with my hand still holding her mouth wide, so I let it slide out and slam it shut.
I watch her throat work as it washes down. Her pink tongue licks her coated lips, doing just as I told her and not wasting an ounce. Her chest heaves when she’s finished and a smile radiates across my usually hardened face.
“You look so goddamn good on your knees for me, little mouse. Maybe I’ll keep you there.” Her body shakes as the water turns cold and I quickly lift her into my arms and cleanse her of our dirty deed.
When I’m done, her head rests on my shoulder and I reach for a towel to dry us off. Carrying our damp bodies to the bed, I lay down with Dagen tucked into me.
My head is a mess with thoughts of her being here.
We fall asleep and when I open my eyes again, I don’t know what time it is or where I am for a moment. When I realize I’m wrapped up in Dagen, I fall back into the comfort of knowing she’s still with me. I quickly fade into the reality of a cold and empty life that will exist when she’s gone. It’s one that I know so well and probably will for the rest of my days.
SEVENTEEN
The phone ringsand I anxiously wait for mom to pick up. It’s been days since I’ve seen AJ and Sloane and even though I don’t see them often when I’m away at school, I at least FaceTime with them a couple times a week. They catch me up on their week at school and on the ranch, and just hearing their little voices makes a gray day blue.
The ringing stops and the screen comes to life with two faces I miss so much smiling big and bright.
“Day!” Sloane shouts while AJ claps her little hands and cheers.
“Hi Sloaney. Hi AJ. How are my bestest friends?”
“Day, momma said you’re in Missipissi. Where’s that?” Sloane trips over his words, too many S’s and P’s for his tiny mouth.
“Mississippi, Sloaney. I’m in Mississippi, and it’s only two states away. I’m close and I’ll be home soon. I promise.”
“Sissy. I go to abuelita’s for a sweepover.” AJ has the sweetest voice and her vocabulary grows every day.
“You did, AJ? Wow, did you have so much fun?” She nods her head enthusiastically, her tiny pigtails bopping around. “What else did y’all do while I’ve been gone?”
The two of them rattle loudly, trying to one up the other with their stories. I only understand about half of what AJ says, but Sloane is fluent in Autumn Jade speech so he translates much of it for me. AJ is animated, using her hands to talk and explain details, and Sloane is much more serious and concise with his words. They are very much like mom and dad. AJ has so much of dad in her –looks and attitude– and Sloaney is mom one hundred percent.
They start to argue, getting rowdy over discrepancies in an activity, and mom has to step in.
“Okay. That’s enough, you two. Why don’t you say goodbye to your sister, then Dad will help you get your teeth brushed.” They both whine but quickly quiet when mom gives them ‘the look’.
“Bye Day,” Sloane says, his voice gloomy and sad.
“I yuv you, sissy.” AJ puckers up and blows a little kiss to me.
