I softly shook her and, when I got no reaction, licked her nipples in a more earnest attempt to wake her up. It didn’t work either, so I placed my teeth around her nipple and bit it softly, as I placed my hand back on her swollen and abused pussy, and pushed two fingers into it. That got her to open her eyes, as she clamped her legs shut, and used her own hands to grab my arm. Though she made no attempt to actually pull my hand off or my fingers out of her, she gave me a pleading look.
“Get up. We fucked for over half an hour. You still need to get back to the hotel.” I said.
She looked at me like she was asking my permission to stay home. Like I had that authority or the desire to stay with her. Then she seemed to notice something as she looked into my eyes. Her brows furrowed and the grip she had on my arm loosened, like her mind was now occupied with something more pressing.
“Are you okay?” she asked in a mixture of concern and surprise.
“Peachy.” I rebuffed her question. “Got soap in my eyes when I showered. Get up now.”
When she still didn’t make any attempt to move after a few more seconds, I pushed my fingers deeper into her. I immediately backed out when I saw her eyes flinch in pain, as she nodded eagerly to signal her compliance. Pain wasn’t doing it for her either, it seemed, and I wasn’t a fan of inflicting it. She was submissive, but that was all. No pain, no humiliation, and probably no degradation. She would let me hurt and degrade her without a word of protest, but it didn’t give her pleasure. She just got off from being commanded and used.
As she got up and left my room on comically wobbly legs, my cum running down the inside of her thigh, I contemplated what just happened.
Even if this all went bad, it would be a nice point for my bucket list. Maybe I should do something similar with Claire and Danielle before I finally left, so they also knew exactly what they lost. Though, I thought Claire had probably already gotten what she wanted when she stayed the night with me.
I made my way to the kitchen and got breakfast started. When I saw Ava make her way to the front door, I had to keep myself from teasing her about the way she walked. But then a thought struck me, and my mood switched from being amused to being more than a little concerned.
“Want me to give you a ride?” I asked her.
Yes, it was a four-hour ride there and back, if there was no traffic whatsoever, and I didn’t like her enough to offer something like this under normal circumstances. But I had absolutely no desire for her to die in a car crash because she couldn’t concentrate on the road! She blinked in surprise for a moment, but then gave me a big smile as she answered.
“No, but thank you! John will drive me back, he has to get there too.”
“John came back too?”
“He’s home.” she informed me in a casual tone. But when she saw my eyes narrow and my eyebrow rise, she quickly elaborated. “He had to clear something for work first.”
When she left the house, I didn’t hear a car door slam. I went outside to look for her and saw her walking in the direction of John’s house. How did she even get here without a car? It also wouldn’t make sense for her to drive to John’s, spend the night at his place, then walk over here at six in the morning to take a shower, and then walk back to hitch a ride to the hotel. What the hell was she up to!?
When I still couldn’t make sense of the situation after a minute, I simply decided that I didn’t care anymore. I was taking the day off from worrying about my family’s antics and trying to figure out their schemes.
The sex with Ava had me thoroughly relaxed and content with life, especially since there was no pain in my stomach despite how long and intense we went at it. I simply didn’t want to deal with anything at that moment. Who would have thought that, after drinking eased my anxiety only marginally, sex would work wonders on it.
Honoring my new resolve, I decided to simply eat my leftover pizza as breakfast. But when I made my way into the living room to drop on the sofa, someone had cleaned up my leftovers from last night. I checked the fridge but couldn’t find it in there either. Thinking Ava had already gone back to her old ways, I checked the trusty old trash can for my food, but only found the carton.
When I went up to my room, I noticed that someone had also cleaned up my empty beer bottles. But most confusing of all, someone had swiped my damn painkillers! The ibuprofen was still there, but the Zydol was just as untraceably gone as my pizza. It must have been Ava, since she was the only one I knew was home.
I pulled out my phone to ask her, but noticed four more calls from Claire I had missed last evening. That made me remember that I wanted Golden Boy to let me know about his attempt to call his bookie, so I decided to call her back.
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“Aaron? Didn’t I call your wife’s phone?”
