Page 30 of Lonely
I released his nose and then plugged it again.
My gaze drifted down his body to the soft length floating between his legs and heat settled in my groin. I looked back at his face, then let go of his nostrils.
A rushing inhale and a crashing exhale disturbed the water around his sewn lips. I reached up and pressed on his head.
Silent tears trailed down his cheeks as I shushed him.
“I can’t let you touch Carter again,” I whispered. “He’s mine.”
Then I shoved him down, holding his head under.
His feet twitched, rippling the water.
I waited.
Waited for my heart to stop hammering.
Waited for the Lord to smite me, but He never did.
Minutes passed. The grandfather clock struck the hour. Water spilled over the sides of the tub, soaking the floor.
I reached down and pulled the plug. Andersen’s dead eyes stared straight ahead, his knees bent against the sides of the tub.
The last of the water gurgled as it finally disappeared down the drain.
Death whispered sweet, sweet oblivion.
I stood and grabbed him beneath the armpits, then hauled him out of the tub with a grunt.
Dead men were heavy.
After dragging his limp body through the house, I finally settled him in bed. He looked peaceful on his front, legs tangled in my sheets, arms resting at his sides. I wanted a few days with him before he started to smell.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t Carter. But he could be, if I imagined hard enough.
I stared at his firm, round ass. Unlike Anna’s, it wasn’t soft and jiggly. It looked like I could bounce a quarter off it.
Muted orange streetlight bled through the vertical blinds, casting stripes across his skin. When a car passed, headlights swept across the room and the man in my bed.
I stripped out of my clothes and climbed onto the soft mattress. It dipped beneath my weight as I draped myself over his cold body.
I nuzzled his neck, breathing him in and securing his wrists at the small of his back.
“You want me, Carter?” I asked, nestling my aching cock between his wet ass cheeks. “It’s okay. I want you, too.” A breath escaped me as my crown bumped up against his tight hole.
“Carter, Carter, Carter. Be real quiet for me.”
The following day, nurses gossiped in the hallway.
It was unlike Andersen not to show up for his shifts.
He was reliable, they said.
I didn’t tell them I’d slept curled up against his naked body all night. Nor did I tell them I’d come inside him that morning, twice. My thick cum had trickled from his stretched rim as I dressed for work.
I took note of Carter’s medication before setting the file down and easing back into my chair.
My heart had danced in my chest earlier that morning when I stepped out of my car and stared up at Carter’s window.
