Prodigal Son(60)

I was going to be the perfect old lady. I’d keep the place clean, dutifully give blow jobs on request, and I’d bide my time, keeping the monster calm while I plotted my escape. My goal was to have a job lined up in another city — maybe even another state — by the time I graduated. I knew it might be hard to job-hunt in another location without tipping my hand to Bug, but I was determined. Until then, I’d be all sweetness and light.

When I heard Bug’s bike coming down the street, I checked on the roast I had in the oven, looked in the mirror to make sure I looked okay, and I waited for him to come inside.

“Krystal,” he called as he opened the door.

“Right here,” I answered, a smile fixed on my face.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, looking around the living room. “What the hell happened here?”

“I cleaned up. I decided that since I’d moved in, I’d get everything fixed up. I even planted some flowers out back. Want to come see?”

“I don’t give a shit about any flowers. I’m hungry, and I’m tired. I need a shower and a nap.”

“I have a roast in the oven with potatoes and carrots. It’ll be ready in about forty-five minutes or so.”

Bug grunted in response. “It’s the fuckin’ Fourth of July, Krystal. We should be having burgers on the grill.” He walked over to the refrigerator. “We have any beer?”

“Of course. I didn’t really think about the fact that it’s a holiday. Is roast okay?”

“You can ask Joker and the boys when they get here.”

“You invited people over? I had no idea.”

“It’s my fuckin’ house, isn’t it? I always have the guys over for the Fourth, ‘cause we can walk to see the fireworks at the park down the street. Usually, J.C. brings a bunch of fireworks and we blow shit up in the yard.”

“We’re going to need more food. I only planned on a dinner for two.”

“Guess you better get to the store, then,” Bug said as he tossed a bottle cap onto the counter. “I’m gonna go shower and lay down for a little while.”

I was furious that Bug had made plans without talking to me and just expected me to take care of everything, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. I could do this — be patient and wait it out. “What time are people coming over?”

“Whenever they fuckin’ feel like it. Probably a couple of hours. You have plenty of time to shop and get dinner ready.”

“How many people should I plan on for dinner?”

“All the guys are invited. I guess most of them will show up.”

“Old ladies?”

“It’s a family fuckin’ holiday, Krystal. I’m sure they guys will bring their old ladies or some young hot pussy, if they ain’t got an old lady.” Bug reached down and stroked himself through his jeans. “Speaking of pussy, I ain’t had yours in days. I want a fuck before I shower.”

Ugh. I had zero desire to sleep with Bug, but I really had no choice, not if I wanted to keep the peace. We walked into the bedroom, and Bug unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock, which — thankfully — was erect. He was always at his worst when he couldn’t get it up. With one hand fondling himself, he reached out, lifted up my shirt, and pinched my nipple, hard enough to make my eyes water.

“Want it rough and hard, bitch?” He pulled the thin, sheer fabric of my bra aside and exposed my breast, pulling at my nipple until my skin reddened slightly. “Bet you missed my dick while I was gone.”

I stepped back and pulled off my t-shirt and unhooked my bra, tossing both onto the dresser. I just wanted to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible. If I was lucky, Bug would cum quickly, and I could get the fuck out of the house for a little while.

“Take your jeans off,” he said, as he continued to stroke himself.

I stripped completely down, and Bug pulled his jeans down over his hips. He let go of his cock long enough to reach out and pinch both of my nipples so hard that I couldn’t help but cry out, and as I took hold of his cock, I could feel it stiffen even more at the sound of my cry of pain. He really was a sick fucker. He let go of my tits, turned me around roughly, and shoved my face into the comforter on the bed. He slapped my ass hard enough to leave a mark, I was sure, and he shoved his fingers into my pussy.

“Jesus, Krystal, you’re dry as dust.”

I couldn’t hide the fact that Bug didn’t turn me on. If I’d had some warning, I’d have lubed myself up so that he wouldn’t know that the prospect of having sex with him didn’t exactly get my juices flowing.