“Open your mouth, Morgan,” he demanded again, but I still wasn’t doing it. No way was he was putting that thing in my mouth.
He brought his hand up and rubbed my already bruised cheek, and then plugged off my only source of breathing with his fingers. I still didn’t care. I would pass out before I opened my mouth for his dick. That only lasted for about a minute and my survival instincts betrayed me, causing me to gasp for air. I tried to do it quickly, but he was faster and shoved himself inside my mouth with a gratifying moan.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he muttered, sliding in and out of my mouth. He held my head by the top of my hair and thrust in and out of me, sometimes causing my gag reflex to engage. He moved rapidly, and when I felt the pulsating and knew he was about to come in my mouth, I swiftly jerked away from him. He continued to stroke himself and held my nose again.
“Awe, open up, baby,” he moaned, close to release.
No way, fuck you, dude.
Again, the stupid survival instinct kicked in, and I was forced to take a breath, allowing him access again, but this time he held my jaw open with his fingers. He pulled out again and stroked himself ferociously on my lips, and just like that he was spewing out, moaning as his eyes, watched the show. He managed to get his head in just enough to insure that I did get it in my mouth and then smeared the rest of it around, moistening my lips with his come. Every time I tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue he used his head and pushed it back. I finally swallowed what was in my mouth just to get it out.
He picked up the towel that I had around me, wiped himself off, and put himself away. He tossed me the towel and I instantly spit into it, wiping as much of him away as I could. He squatted to me on the floor and ran his middle finger up my glistening wet folds again and whispered to my lips.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself,” he said, quietly. He dialed a number from the phone by my bed.
“Mrs. Kelley is going to need an icepack,” he said and left me confused and frustrated.
Rebecca brought me an icepack and whispered close to my ear.
“Save yourself from this, Mrs. Kelley, just do as you’re told.”
I didn’t even realize that I was masturbating myself when my cellphone rang, breaking me from my past with Drew. I didn’t take my hand from inside my panties when I answered Dawson’s call.
“Hello,” I said, realizing that my breathing was a little erratic.
“Hi, you okay?”
“Yes, why?” I asked confused for a second.
“You just sound like you were running or something.”
I slowed the pace of my fingers, knowing exactly what was causing my over exerted breathing.
“I’m fine, just went to bed.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened.”
“You mean, you kissing me?”
Dawson laughed. “Yeah that.”
I snickered a little too. “I’m fine, but I would advise you to keep your distance from me, sheriff. I’m kind of fucked up in the head, and it’s probably something that you don’t want to deal with.”
“What does that mean, Ry?”
“Nothing that I can talk to you about.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“Both.”
“You can talk to me, Riley. You’re not going to scare me away.”
“Hmm, you don’t know what you are saying. Trust me.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Dawson,” I said, not so much that I didn’t want to talk to him, but I had another project manifesting, and I was dying to finish it.
“Good night, Ry.”
“Night, sheriff.”
I continued to please myself and was moaning in pleasure moments later.
I actually slept with no bad dreams. Maybe release was what I needed.
I woke to Lauren yelling from my kitchen too early the next morning.
“I’m eating the pizza,” she called.
Why the hell did I give her a key?
I brushed my teeth and met her in the kitchen, still feeling tired. I knew I could have slept for at least another two hours when I saw that the time was only seven in the morning.
“I want a new friend, one that can sleep in,” I pouted, sitting at the table.
Lauren brought me a cup of coffee. She had been there longer than I thought. She kissed me on the cheek from behind.
“You love me, and you know it.”
I groaned. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, sipping the coffee.
Lauren hung around, watching television for a couple of hours. She decided she had to go when Dawson showed up, unannounced.
“Call me later,” she said and bounced her happy ass across the yard.
“That girl is way over ardent,” Dawson said, walking in. He had been home and showered, replacing his uniform with jeans and a t-shirt.