Page 13 of Wicked Little Games


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My legs are still shaking and unsteady.

I’m not sure if I could run away if I wanted to.

Instead, I do something fucking ridiculous.

I begin to redress the demented man like he’s a child. Eli doesn’t move a muscle as I pull up his pants, zip them up and buckle his belt. I know if I hadn’t, he might very well have stood here with his dick out until my father or someone else sees him.

And when I'm done, I snatch my ruined panties from his hand, the evidence of what we just did, what he just did to me.

I know I have to get rid of them, so I walk away, leaving Eli in the dining room to take them with me to the kitchen. That’s where I bury them in the very bottom of the garbage bin underneath the pile of vegetable shavings I’d discarded earlier.

The whole time, I expect Eli to show up and retrieve them. Or take me again, even with the kitchen staff hurrying around to witness his demise.

But he doesn’t show.

I carefully drape my long hair over my shoulders, hiding the bruises on my neck, then sit down and have dinner with my family that night with a throbbing ache between my legs.

I never say a word about Eli or what happened to my father. Nor do I say anything when Eli drags me out of the bathtub later that night when I was trying to sooth the ache. He roughly used my mouth before his tongue teased multiple orgasms from me and he took my final shred of virginity.

Instead of telling my father any of those things, I decide it’s time to come up with a plan to leave Vegas for good before the sadistic bastard uses me to commit suicide.

I gasp awake a few minutes before the morning alarm, just as confused as I was the night Eli claimed me in ways that turned my world upside down.

I’m horny and ashamed, lying in Jordan’s safe arms. He’s spooning me, holding me close to his body as if I might leave him in his sleep.

His body, like usual, is ready to fuck even before his eyes open. And this morning, it’s exactly what I need.

I roll over and climb on top of him, kissing my way down his bare neck, and chest, before tugging his black boxer briefs down to take him into my mouth.

That's when Jordan finally wakes up with a roll of his hips. With a deep groan, he says, “Goddamn, it’s a good morning.” Reaching for me, he cups the back of my head to shove himself to the back of my throat. “Fuck, baby. God, I love you so damn much.”

I let him do the same move three more times before I pull off, needing him inside of me.

Straddling his hips, I pull my drenched panties to the side, the only thing I wore to sleep, and lower myself onto his hard shaft. I don’t need any time to adjust to his size. I’m soaking wet and ready. I ride him hard and fast as I close my eyes and once again, remember my first time.

I fuck him like Eli fucked me, using him, his body, to find my own sick pleasure. Jordan offers words of encouragement the whole time while his hands palm both my swaying breasts.

So, what if it’s one more thing for me to feel guilty about afterwards? At least it’ll feel good for both of us right now.

And I know, deep down, that it’s going be the last time.

5

Jordan

The next morning, I convinced Maddie to come with me to the garage for the day. RJ and I are behind on jobs since we were closed all day yesterday without notice to our customers.

And while Maddie doesn’t like talking to the customers because she prefers to keep a low profile, she’s actually able to help with a few of the regular maintenance jobs like changing tires and oil. When we first met, she wanted me to teach her everything—not just how to drive a car but how to fix shit on them too.

I was even feeling a little better about everything on the ride to the shop after Maddie and I spent hours last night and this morning fucking like it might be the last time.

That’s another reason why I didn’t want to let her out of my sight today. Last night, she packed her shit and was actually going to leave me, my worst nightmare come to life. At least in this instance it wouldn’t have been my fault. She would’ve left to try and protect me, which is ridiculous.

So, last night I tried to remind her with every part of my body that I love her and that we belong together.

Some of the panic in her eyes had calmed down after our first round. By this morning when she was riding me, she almost looked like I had done a damn good job of convincing her not to go.

But I can feel all of that progress come crashing down the closer we get to the shop.

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