Surviving Stirling

Chapter Seventeen

I tried to ignore his presence in the house.

I could hear the shower and him banging around in the bathroom, still enraged no doubt by our earlier conversation but I was trying not to think about him.

I curled myself up on the bed and closed my eyes, hoping by the time I woke from my power nap he would already be gone.

"You're dreaming again Anderson." He had a lethal, dark lilt to his voice. Smooth and seductive , making me fall deeper and deeper under his spell.

"Just can't keep me out of your subconscious, can you?" He nibbled my ear.

"It's safer in here." My body quivered in readiness because his hands were leaving hot trails in their wake.

"Is it?"

He peppered kisses down my cleavage and teased one hardened nipple between his teeth. I couldn't refrain from tilting my head back moaning, and clutching his soft hair between my fingers.

"I don't think you're safe from me anywhere but that's what you like, isn't it? My unyielding pull. You can't fight it and you like that."

His large hands slowly worked their way down my naked body, feeling up my curves and breasts with such gentleness, like he worshipped me.

"I bet you're soaking wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet." His fingers dipped into my slit, feeling the natural creams of my aroused body. "That's right Anderson, you can't keep any secrets from me."

I moaned as he rubbed his thumb over my clit, using my own juices as lubricant.

"You shouldn't get me all worked up like this. Now I want to taste you cum on my tongue."

He started kissing his way down my body and I groaned again, that dirty mouth making me want to smother him with my thighs.

"I bet you sweet talk all of the girls like this."

He looked up at me from between my legs, "what girls?" I bit into my lip to hide my own smile, "you're the only girl I want to tease to the point of pleading. So, can I taste you?"

Before I answered, he plunged his tongue inside my pussy and just as the ultimate scream was about to propel from my throat, my bedroom door flung open, the bang jolting me awake.

My eyes startled wide and I sucked in a big breath of air.

"Get up." He stormed over to my closet and started shoving outfit after outfit aside.

"What are you doing! You can't just barge in here!" I could feel the heat of my own cheeks as embarrassment settled onto them.

"This is my house." He reminded me, throwing a plum coloured dress at my face. "Put this on and meet me out front in five minutes."

I balled my hands into fists and rubbed the tired out of my eyes. He didn't give me a chance to ask questions, he shot his demands at me and then stormed out of the door.

I complied, if only to soothe my curiosity.

Rain soaked over the bumpy grass, puddles creeping along the edges. To avoid all wetness, my footsteps hurriedly moved towards Stirlings car, the engine quietly humming away as he waited.