Free Agent of Desire (Jessica Booker) by Charlie Evans Page A

hunger in his eyes the last time he fondled and teased me. My free hand goes under my shirt and I pinch my nipple and play with it. It’s nothing like what he would do, but I react all the same. My nipple hardens. He would suck on it with his mouth and bite at it with his teeth. First one, and then the other. I would wake up and he would already be hard—I can almost feel his erection brush against my leg. I push down on my clit and stifle a moan as awareness that he’s sleeping just a few feet away strikes me.
    If he woke me up, he would move slow and steady, because that’s how I like it in the morning. Take my time and enjoy it. He would fondle my sex, brushing over it lightly, petting its folds. The heat builds between my legs as I run my fingers along the opening.
    He would leave a trail of kisses down to the insides of my thighs, teasing me and getting close. I would spread my legs wide, and he would make me wait until I begged. Finally leaning in and kissing me between my legs, flicking his tongue quickly over my clit, making me feel so good that I would have to hold onto the bed sheets for dear life.
    And then he would crawl on top of me, kissing me with his warm, wet mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against the mouth of my pussy. I move my hands between my legs. I am so wet just thinking about him.
    He would push himself inside me—gently at first, moving slowly but pushing hard, all the way in. I’d spread my legs wider so that he could push in farther. He’d pump harder and harder and faster and faster and...
    “Oh!” I cry out as the thought of him inside me makes me come. I clench my teeth and stifle the moans as the spasms continue, until they slowly fade and I’m just breathing heavily.
    Straightening my clothing, I look over the back of the chair to make sure he’s still asleep. He is. And he still has a hardon. I can’t stay in the room with him like that all night. I’m liable to give myself finger cramps from playing with myself.
    I get up and head back downstairs and outside for another walk around the cottage.
     
     

Chapter Seventeen
    The next morning is Saturday, so the family is staying home. After breakfast, I take another walk around the cottage. I’ve already worn a path around the place, but the walking helps me clear my head and keeps me alert.
    When I come back inside, I find Geoffrey sitting on the couch with Toby. They are both crouched over what looks like a handheld video game.
    “Cool!” Toby says.
    “What’cha playin’?” I ask.
    Geoffrey looks up at me sheepishly and his eyes flash to the floo r where my backpack sits, open. The hair on the back of my neck stands up before I can register what his body language is saying. My heart is beating so fast I think I may have a heart attack.
    I dive on the device they are so intently hovering over. “FUCK!” I manage to yell really loudly in front of a five-year-old. Shit . I rush to switch off my phone, but I know it’s too late. All Sims needed was a few seconds to locate us. It’s done.
    Now we are all in danger.
    “Come on, Geoffrey, grab your things.” I’m already moving. I grab Toby’s hand and walk him into the kitchen where his parents are entertaining Bea. “Mr. and Mrs. Frank, thank you for your hospitality. I am very sorry to have to inform you that you need to leave your house now. And I mean right now . You are about to have some visitors. Not the nice kind.”
    They look up at me with their eyes open wide, trying to comprehend what I’ve just told them.
    “Geoffrey, get the bike ready,” I shout out to the living room, then grab Mrs. Frank and pull her up from her seat at the table, forcing her to her room. “Pack now. Only what you can get together in the next five minutes, because then you’re leaving.”
    Mr. Frank has followed us. “Where are we supposed to go?” he asks.
    “Get cash at the next town. As much as you can, then drive as far as you can and find a hotel that takes cash.