I’m done for.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I jack my dick harder, faster, rubbing my thumb across the head with every stroke and she speeds up too, almost as though she’s trying to match me even though she has no idea I’m here.
Her body convulses and mine shudders.
She tips her head back with a moan as I bite my lip to contain mine.
Her movements slow as she rides out her orgasm. Mine become erratic until I spill into my hand with a quiet groan.
I pant, trying to catch my breath while she does the same.
Holy fucking shit, that was intense.
My girl gazes up at the ceiling, almost as though she’s in a trance as she rides the euphoria of her post orgasmic bliss and as the minutes tick by, I know I can’t stay up here much longer, not without someone seeing me and reporting me.
I managed to catch the cum in my hand when I came undone, and I stare down at it in dismay.
What the hell am I supposed to do with a handful of my cum? I can’t exactly wipe it on my clothes and wait for one of the guys to point it out when I get home.
I look between my hand and my girl, then my gaze focuses on the window separating us.
Huh.
I step forward slowly, careful not to move too quickly so that this shitty balcony doesn’t give way and I give into temptation.
Smearing the cum on my fingers, I use it to write on the window between us, writing the word that has been echoingaround my mind since my lips first met hers that night in the club.
Mine.
Once I’m satisfied with it, I send one last longing look towards my girl before tucking my dick away and descending the death trap.
I’m going to have to find a way to bring this piece of shit up to the guys so that we can bring it to the university’s attention without them becoming suspicious of why I know how dangerous it is. But that’s tomorrows issue, I suppose.
Once I finally get my feet on solid ground, I let out a breath of relief before pulling out the burner phone.
I was planning to wait a little while longer before texting her, but it’s clear that she’s struggling to come to terms with what’s happening between us and if I have to be the bad guy to make her feel better about what she clearly wants and needs, then so be it.
My girl has a dark side, I know that.
And I’m going to give her every single secret fantasy she’s ever had.
And the ones she didn’t know she wanted, too.
ELEVEN
GRACIE
Iwake with a start, my body flushed from the dream I was having. Or should I say nightmare.
The guy in the mask has been plaguing my dreams ever since that night, and every morning I’ve woken up shaking with fear, and something else that I’m far too ashamed to name.
I’ve been on edge for days, waiting for him to jump out of the shadows, but he hasn’t.
Does that mean he’s finished with me? Was I just a bit of fun for a while, but then the moment I stopped playing, I became something inconsequential to him?
I guess I’ll never know.
