All he left was fifty bucks and a note saying I had to vacate the apartment by morning.
We’ve never been close. My parents were never married, but they split for good when I was about eight. Since then, they’ve tossed me back and forth like a hot potato—whoever had me was always the loser.
I hated living with my mom because that meant creepy advances from her douchebag boyfriends. Living with my dad hasn’t been fun, but at least I don’t get propositioned when I want a drink of water in the middle of the night.
So we’ve coexisted for a few years. We’re more like roommates than father and daughter. We never really had a tight relationship, so I never knew what I was missing. When I turned eighteen in March, he acted like he was doing me a huge favor by agreeing to let me live with him until graduation.
I never planned to stick around anyway but coming home to a vacant house left me with chills. I grabbed only what I needed—a few changes of clothes, my coat, and my phone charger, headed out to my car, and drove toward the highway.
I had no clue where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay there.
Then suddenly, I found myself driving back in the direction of my school and plugging in the address Knox gave me.
It’s dumb, I know. I can’t stay here. I have no doubt the super will change the locks in the morning, so I have less than twenty-four hours to find a place to stay. But I can’t lean on Knox—it’s not fair. We’ve known each other only for a few days, and I can't unload my baggage on him. Though he likes to pretend he’s an asshole, I know he’s one of the good ones. He’d probably offer to take me with him when he goes to school or something. But I won’t do that. I’m not a charity case. And I’m not going to whore myself out for rent like my mom does. I can make it on my own. I have to. And that means leaving town.
But first, a detour.
I feel like I’ve lived my life always looking over my shoulder, always certain that the next bad thing was right around the corner. So I’ve played it safe. And I have a plan. And that plan doesn’t include Knox.
I should never have let my guard down, should never have pretended we could have anything together—not even a few stolen days. We can’t. We’re from two different worlds, and though I know that all too well, I also know he won’t understand.
But just for one more night, I want to give in.
I want one more night with Knox.
* * *
Knox
Willa runs her hands down my t-shirt and tugs at the hem. I take her not-so-subtle hint and peel my t-shirt off and do the same with my jeans. My cock thickens and strains against my boxers. Willa reaches out to touch me, and I swear my skin is on fire.
“We’re getting naked? Is that what we’re doing?”
“I’m almost done. Time for you to catch up.”
Standing, she unbuttons her jeans and panties and shimmies them down her legs, stepping out of them only to straddle me and sink down onto my thighs. I do half a sit-up and cup her face in my hands, holding her close to kiss her properly. Yea, I’m drunk, but I’m not rushing one second of this.
She breaks the kiss and pulls back. I’d complain, but then Willa lifts her arms over her head and tosses her shirt to the ground. Her bra joins it seconds later.
“Holy hell. Come here, beautiful.” Leaning over me, she resumes our kiss and I cup her perfect ass in my hands, bringing our bodies close together. My dick is hard and aching and begging me to push inside her. She widens her stance, urging me on, and I’m about to lose my mind. Thankfully, I’m lucid for one more second as I mutter the word “condom”. Willa pulls back, and I pat the ground for my jeans. Grabbing the two condoms in my wallet, I toss one to the side and open the other, sheathing myself in seconds. I’m so fucking hungry for her I can’t wait. She lifts up and rocks, rubbing her heat over my cock and making it weep. Jesus. There’s no way we’re being quiet, but ours can’t be the only tent seeing action, and I’m way past caring.
Bracing her hands on my shoulders, Willa sinks down onto my length, tossing her head back on a moan. Once again, I breach the distance between us and suck one of her full breasts into my mouth. She cries out my name as she seats herself fully on my dick. Christ Almighty, I could come right now.
“Baby, you’re making me forget the rules,” I say. “You need to come twice before I get started.”
“Fuck the rules,” she tells me, bouncing on my cock.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
“Trying to, but you won’t shut up,” she teases as she grinds her pelvis against mine. For a split second, my mind strays and I wonder what it would be like to have a piercing right at the base of my cock. How fucking good would that feel when I bottom out inside of her. Would her pussy clench to feel the sensation of the piercing against her sensitive folds?
I’m catapulted back to the present when I feel that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. Gripping her waist, I lift her up and over me, placing her on the sleeping bag and slipping between her thighs to worship her. I thrust my tongue into her, setting off her first orgasm. Willa’s hands tangle in my hair, and I revel in each tug and pull. Her breathing slows, but I’m not done. Pulling back, I cup her ass to get her attention. “On your belly, baby. I want to fuck you from behind, ok? Watch this sweet ass shake as I pump in and out of you.”
She whimpers and does just what I ask, thrusting her ass in the air and giving me full access to her beautiful body. The sensation is so heady. God, her body is like a drug, and I can’t get enough. But the good news is… this is just the beginning.
Gripping her hips, I thrust in and out as she moans my name. I’m not going to last much longer, and I can feel it. I hold her body steady and drive into her with all I have, hitting that sweet spot again and again. Willa moans, “Oh, God. Knox! Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Never, baby. Not until you come all over my cock. Once you let go, I let go. But not yet. Not until I feel this sweet, tight body of yours writhe underneath me.” My words let her crest the wave and her body shakes with the force of her orgasm. I follow seconds later, spilling into the condom. And fuck me, but I can’t wait for the day I can take her bare.
