Sutton's house is a contradiction. It's small and in a shabby neighborhood not too far from downtown Raleigh. It needs some work, especially on the outside, but once you walk in, you can see she has put some real effort into fixing it up.
Her living room has hardwood floors that have some scratches and dents, but they are clean and gleaming under the soft lamplight. Her couch is soft and cozy-looking, in a large flower print of butter yellow and pale blue. Definitely girly and so not my taste, but for some reason it fits Sutton. A large, shaggy area rug sits in the middle and plain but sturdy oak tables finish the decor.
What really catches my attention, though, is her mantel. It sits over a fireplace that doesn't look like it's been used for years, but it's crammed full of family pictures. Walking up to it, I study each picture one by one. They are of Sutton and her family. Some with Sutton and Glenn together, or just Sutton and her mom. There's one of Sutton and Jim where it looks like Sutton is dressed for the prom or something. And there are several with all of them together, including a few of Sutton with some friends that look like they could have been taken in college. The photographs all come together to tell the story of a woman who has a very happy and healthy family life, which is amazing given that she is the child of an addict and an abuser. She has strength and resilience that cause me to marvel at her, and it's one of the reasons that she has me captivated.
"Admiring the craziness of the Murdock family?" Sutton's voice carries softly from behind.
I turn toward her, intent on letting her know her family's brand of craziness is actually pretty fucking awesome. But the words get stuck in my throat.
Sutton is standing there, fresh out of her shower. Her hair is pinned on top of her head in a wavy mass of fire-tinged locks, slightly damp around her temples and nape. She's wearing nothing but a white silk robe that is tightly belted at her waist and barely hits the top of her thighs. This state of dress in and of itself isn't necessarily enough to cause desire to surge through me, but the fact that she put the robe on while soaking wet, causing it to become practically transparent, has me almost dizzy with lust.
The translucent material leaves nothing to the imagination. I can clearly see her breasts, which are fuller than I originally gave her credit for, and her pink nipples are puckered hard against the cool air of her living room. My dick starts to get hard just from a brief glance, and gets even harder as she walks toward me and I notice her breasts swaying against the thin material.
Eyes hot with something I can't identify, she walks by me and over to her purse that sits on the small table by the front door. Reaching in, she pulls out a small box and turns toward me, tossing it my way. I fumble to make the catch, bobbling the box a bit, but when my hands steady, I notice with surprise I'm holding a box of condoms.
My eyes rise to meet hers and she stares at me steadily. While she seems poised, I can sense an urgency vibrating through her.
"I had a really bad day," she starts off, her voice softly washing over me. "And I'd really like to not think about it. I had intended to call you when I got home … ask you to come over, so imagine my surprise when I found you waiting here for me."
She steps in toward me and the scent of orange blossoms fills the air. I imagine she has slathered her skin with some type of silky lotion that is now permeating the air around me, and my fingers literally itch to touch her.
She reaches toward the box I'm holding loosely in my hand and runs a fingertip gently across the glossy surface while she stares at it.
"I stopped at the store on the way home … picked these up. This isn't something I would normally do," she says softly and I hear some nervousness in her voice that is contradicting the surety of her words. "I think you know that about me and I hope you don't think less of me. But I would just really, really like to not think about today and I would really, really like to take this to the next level with you."
Lifting her eyes to meet mine, she takes a step in closer and my cock gets harder yet. She practically purrs at me. "Are you going to help me forget about today, Alex?"
Yearning such as I have never felt before in my life flashes molten in my veins and I have the vicious urge to throw her to the floor and pound my way inside of her. She has no clue the monster that she's awakened inside of me.
"Sutton," I growl in warning, hoping (not really) that she'll back away from me before I lose all semblance of control.
She pays me no mind and takes a last step toward me, the hand that was stroking the box of condoms now wrapping around my wrist. She pushes my arm away and mashes her breasts into my body. A shudder of need rumbles through me and I close my eyes so I can't see the plaintive look in her eyes.