I watched as the car drove away.
I had told Finn exactly what to say if she asked any questions or suspected a thing.
I closed back the curtains, going back to refill my glass.
She had fallen for the first act.
Cheers to first victory. I gulped down the vodka, its burning taste boring through my throat.
A knock came by the door shortly afterwards.
Without waiting for an invitation, it opened, and the intruder let itself in. It was locked and only two people had the keys to the door of this room, myself and Trice.
She walked into the room, sparing me a smile and walked to stand behind me.
"You are in a good mood, I see."
"I am," I mused against the glass.
"How about we do something more fun to celebrate the first lap of victory," She said, her hands tracing the sides of my chest dangerously low.
I held her hand, stopping her movement.
"We can't do this."
"Why, mom is not here and won't be even for the next 24 hours. And don't get me started with 'your body is not strong enough ' speech." She looked up to my eye, daring me to come up with an excuse.
"But you know your body is not strong enough..." I started but she cut me off with her lips on mine.
It was intense, but I stopped her, holding her by her shoulders.
"What? You don't love me anymore?" She asked, her eyes already glittering in tears.
I did love her but…
"Is it because you have found my replacement? Is she more pretty than me? Do not let her innocent outlook fool you, she is just like her father, cunning and manipulative." She shouted and as if to prove her point, she raised a corner of her elbow, showing it to me.
"Here, she shoved me to the stove, when we were kids, just because she wanted to have my favourite toys but didn't get it."
She made to remove her jacket "Here, she..."
"I get it," I stopped her.
There is more than enough proof and if I were to let her go on, it would take more than enough time to go around.
Besides, I needed to let off some steam. I had given up the comfort of my bed to crouch on something far worse than the floor.
I pulled her closer, groping her bottom with my hands.
She moaned when I squeezed it roughly between my hands. She knew that I liked it rough and she enjoyed it too.
She leaned closer to feel the bulge from my pants, but I pulled away before she could feel it. I wasn't going to let her have her way to my body that soon.
"Turn around b*tch." And she did, waiting on me for the next instruction.
"Go over the bed, take off your clothes, spread your legs to both sides of the bed," I said and she complied.
She swayed her hips as she moved to the bed.
She started with her jacket first, and then slowly fumbled between the buttons of her blouse before moving to her mini skirt.
She didn't need to remove it as it was short itself. But I wanted her to be clothes free. I needed to see what I was f*ucking.
"Leave your underwear on," I said to her as her hands moved to tug on her bra.
Those needed to be torn off. She paused on her movement. Unsure of what to do next.
Or maybe she knew but wanted it to come directly from my lips.
"Play with yourself." I settled on the sofa, waiting on her to carry on while I unbuttle my belt, sliding down my zipper to free my giant c*ck.
It was semi hard from the thought of having her under me. She was the one person who understood what I wanted and how I wanted it.
She started off with her hand moving against her panties, the other hand twirling her boobs under her bra. She bit her lips, throwing back her head to the back as she seduced her sex.
"I want to hear your moaning bitch." My cock was already springing up in excitement.
Her fingers moved into her folds, dipping a
finger into her hole. She moan out, as she she began twirling to feel pleasure