Sailor
My heart pounds so hard I think it may explode. The way I feel about this, it’s nothing compared to the first time with Jaxon, yet there is something about it that is exhilarating in a different type of way.
Maybe because we aren’t in the woods, or because this man is a stranger who knows where I live now. He’s in the bed I sleep in. And I have no idea who he is. Not that I knew who Jaxon was, but I saw photos. I spoke to him on the phone. He went to my school. We built a little bit of a relationship before taking the next step. This man is a complete stranger. I know nothing about him.
There’s a sharp pang in my heart, and I push it away. I know what it is because I’ve felt it all too often, but Jaxon is gone and he isn’t coming back. The sooner I realize it, the better. That part of my life is done. It’s time to move on.
This is the way to move on from him. Going on with my life, moving forward, that’s what I need to do. There’s no point beingstuck and being sad. It’s obvious he doesn’t care about me, so why should I care about him?
The weight above me is heavy, but it’s the pressure from the blankets pushing me into the mattress that makes it difficult to breathe. He thought about this, or he just really knows what he’s doing.
“I made it,” he whispers huskily in my ear. “Now you really aremine.”
His voice is so quiet I hardly hear him at all, but I make out the words. They’re rough, forced, like maybe he just got over a cold or something.
His weight shifts, and he leans over me, his arm coming into my vision. He has a long-sleeved black thermal on, but even through it, I can make out his muscles.
My heart does a flip, and I get a little dizzy.
This was really stupid.
He grabs my phone, yanking it from the charger, then leans further down to pull open the bottom drawer and carefully puts it inside.
“Now it’ll be more difficult for you to call for help.”
“I’ll just scream,” I say frantically.
“And who do you think will save you?” he asks, moving so he’s over me again, legs on either side of my hips, hands by my shoulders.
“You saw my roommate.”
He chuckles, low and deep.
“He isn’t waking up anytime soon.”
That really has my heart going, and the voice in the back of my head screamsdanger!
“Did you—”
“Hurt him? No. Just trust me. He isn’t waking up to your screams.” He presses his body on me, grinding against my ass.He’s hard… so hard, and I bite my lip to stop from moaning because I can’t give in that easily. “But you like that, don’t you?”
His fingers come to my face, brushing some hair away from my cheek and pulling it over to the other side. His face comes beside mine, and that’s when I notice the black ski mask he’s wearing. He really did think about this…
I was so worried that I’d made plans with someone who didn’t know what they were doing and this wouldn’t be worth it… but he’s good. He knows what I want.
“Answer me, sweet girl.”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Mm, that’s what I thought.” His hand travels along my side, running from my shoulder, down my ribs, and over my hip. He groans and thrusts against me again, and this time, I can’t stop the sounds that leave me. “You’ll be doing a lot more of that shortly.”
There’s something about the way he talks that’s slightly familiar. Something about the way he says the words, and not really his voice. Maybe it’s an accent thing or maybe it’s just because I am so turned on and so excited for this.
“We’ll see,” I taunt him, which causes him to laugh.
“Yeah, wewillsee,” he says as he yanks the pillow out from under my head. The motion pulls my hair around my face, so I can see even less into the dark room.
There’s fabric shuffling, then his weight shifts. Something is placed over my head, pulled tight around my neck.
