We looked at each other and then burst out laughing as we walked back toward the car. I was elated and excited all at once. Finally, something was going our way.
We had a lead.
12
Cole
I wanted to rush right out there, track the waitress down, and bust through her door, but Alexa talked me out of it. Apparently you can’t just intimidate everyone around you. Apparently the world doesn’t work that way. At least according to Alexa, anyway.
My world worked that way. Everyone else was just catching up.
Instead, we were going to sit and think for the night. At least, that’s what she was going to do. As soon as we were home, the feel of Alexa’s pussy still fresh on my fingers, I followed her up to her room.
I couldn’t get that noise she made out of my head. It was half whine, part whimper, and all fucking sexy as hell. It drove me crazy the way her body responded to my every touch.
But as soon as we were home, it was like the damn spell was broken.
“No way,” she said as she went into her room.
“No what?”
“Forget about what happened out there. That was a mistake.”
I laughed at her, shaking my head. She was completely unbelievable.
“After all this, you’re still saying it’s a mistake? Your body disagrees with you.”
“Yeah, well, my body isn’t always right.”
My grin got bigger. “So you admit you’re fucking wet for me constantly? That you can’t be near me without wanting me to sink my cock deep between your legs?”
“No!” she said quickly. “That’s not what I’m saying,”
“What are you saying then?” I said, practically a whisper. Her mouth hung open, and I could tell she was frustrated.
“I’m saying that, uh, I’m saying that you’re an asshole.”
“Clever.”
I could practically smell the desire on her.
“Just go do some sit-ups or something,” she mumbled.
“We got interrupted. I was just about to let you come nice and hard on my fingers. Now you want to stop?”
“Look,” she said, pushing her door shut. “We’re married. We’re stepsiblings. We’re being blackmailed. Do you really think it’s a great idea to get involved?”
“Not getting involved. Just getting you off.”
She frowned and shook her head. “Whatever. Same thing.”
I put my hand on the door. “I know you’re just going to be in there finishing the job I started.”
“Good night, Cole.”
I let her push the door shut. I stood there leaning against the frame, my cock hard as fuck, straining against my pants, begging me to throw open the door and catch her knuckle-deep in her own pussy.
Instead, I reached down my shorts and began to slowly stroke myself. I imagined her slowly grabbing her breast, cupping it gently as she slipped a finger below her panties and began to rub herself. Of course it felt good, but it was just a shadow of what I made her feel.
She’d throw the door open and drag me inside, begging me for it. And once she got down on her knees and said please, I’d push her over all the way and lick her pussy from behind until she was screaming.
I began to jerk myself, thinking about plunging my cock deep into her soft little cunt, fucking her rough and hard from behind. I knew she’d love it, knew she’d beg me to fuck her snatch hard and deep. I’d slap her ass, leaving a handprint, and pull her nice thick hair until she made that gasping moaning noise that drove me inside.
I could see her coming hard, her whole body shaking as my cock thrust deep into her, pounding and plunging into her tender spot. I wanted her hips to buck back against my cock, greedy for every thick inch.
My brain was buzzing with thoughts of fucking her rough and hard as I jerked myself. I swore I could hear her moaning softly inside the room.
And then I caught it, my name, barely a whisper but definitely a moan.
That sent me over the edge. She was in there rubbing her clit and moaning my name, and we both knew it. The orgasm rocked my body, and I came right then and there, my hand working up my length.
I put my forehead against the cool wood of the door.
What the fuck was wrong with me, jerking off in the hallway like some fucking pervert?
And then I heard it again, my name, moaned out loud.
I smirked to myself as I went to the bathroom to clean off.
* * *
I didn’t see much of Alexa the next morning.
I was itching to track the waitress down, but I had promised not to make any moves without her input. I figured I could wait at least a little bit longer before I did anything. The waitress didn’t know we were looking for her, and besides, I’d been missing a lot of training time.