Suck it
1942 Words
Anthony's POV
The door opened.
An older woman walked in keeping her head low. She was holding a tray with a jar of juice and some sandwiches in a saucer.
Martha! Finally, I thought.
She walked to the table and dropped the tray with an apologetic nod.
I was about to tell Nancy it was the cook and she had just saved me from starving to death when I noticed she was looking at Martha funny.
Nancy stiffened as the older woman turned around. Her eyes grew twice their size as she gasped.
"Mom?" Nancy shrieked.
Martha raised her head and went pale. In that moment I could see the resemblance.
Wtf?!
"What are you doing here mom?" Nancy's voice rose.
Martha gasped. "You aren't in a position to be asking me that young lady. I'm doing my job," She said. "What I want to know is what the hell are you doing here?"
"It's none of your business."
"Really?"
Nancy snarled at her mom. "Yes. Really."
Martha's face fell and her shoulders slumped. She had lost most of the fight she had in her.
It was a crappy situation and I kept quiet through it all. I didn't see what good I could do in a mother-daughter situation. f*****g small towns, I cursed silently.
Their argument lasted for what felt like a lifetime. I got off the bed and helped myself to a glass of juice and a sandwich while they were at it. They didn't even notice me there. It was like I was watching a movie.
Nancy stamped her feet. She looked like she was getting really mad.
"Don't you have something else to do?" She said, trying to dismiss her mother.
Good point, I nodded to myself. Surely she had other things to do than to play the worried mother card.
Martha looked like she was on the verge of tears. I could feel her desperation almost identical to the one I had some minutes ago when I'd noticed Nancy's jiggly ass.
"Are you going to have s****l relations with this man?" Martha asked, throwing her hands in the air.
It was the first time any of them acknowledged my presence there since the argument started.
"What the f**k?!" Nancy gasped. "How is that any concern of yours?"
It was getting interesting. Nancy looked hotter standing up to her mom.
Martha left the room shaking. I knew she was going to cry all the way back to the kitchen. f**k!
I wanted to strip Nancy so bad and spank that ass. I wanted to make her scream out my name over and over. I wanted to do so many things to her that I couldn't do anymore because of what had happened. It would be shitty of me to try to get her pants off with her mom crying in the next few rooms.
"Small towns eh?" She chuckled nervously.
I nodded.
She got up and sat on my legs. I wasn't expecting that.
Nancy laced her arms around my neck and pulled closer to me. I wasn't expecting that either.
I noticed her body shaking slightly. She was trying hard to keep it from showing but I felt it.
"Nancy."
She kissed the words I was about to say away from my lips. I had anticipated that move thinking I'd be able to pull away and stop her but I sat frozen as her lips moved with mine.
Her lips were soft just as I knew her body would be. She kissed me passionately and I responded with an equal dose of lust.
Pull away you i***t! This isn't the right time.
It isn't!
I tried to listen to the voice in my head but it felt too good to have her so close with her tongue lapping against mine.
"Wait." I said as I managed to pull away.
Nancy looked like she was hurt or agitated or maybe it was both. Her eyes burned as she watched me but it wasn't the flame of passion.
"She's going to work herself into a stroke thinking about what we might be doing in here."
"So?" Her voice quivered a little.
I knew I should just mind my own business and focus on getting her naked instead of worrying about whatever mother-daughter squabble they were having.
"It's fine."
She turned away hiding her tear filled face. She was doing her best to hold it in.
This wasn't me. I wasn't the kind of guy to care about a brunette I just met less than 24hours ago in a town I didn't plan on staying longer than a week. I should just have my fun and move on.
Nancy left the room. She was going to try to make Martha calm down.
I cursed softly.
"I must be losing my goddamn mind." I said to myself.
What I had just done was insanity. There was no other way to explain cockblocking myself. It was laughable. Ironic and laughable.
Quinn's POV
I tried to imagine the possibility of kissing someone I wasn't attracted to. If anything I felt repulsed by his weirdness. I had a better shot kissing a mannequin.
"You can do it." Haley sounded positive. Her positivity deflected from me missing by wide margins.
I shook my head showing how I felt. No, no way. No f*****g way?
"It's your freedom on the line."
She was right. I had to think about my freedom. I had to think about how this was my way of like getting back at my mom. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else should matter.
Yet it did. It mattered.
Anthony's door slammed hard distracting me from my current connandrium. I needed a distraction badly. Why not?
I left the room before Haley could say another word. Martha seemed to be worked up. Was she crying.
I ran after her. She was heading for the kitchen. For an older woman, she was very fast. I was gasping for air by the time I reached her.
"Martha?" I called out almost breathless.
She was just about to grab her bag but paused as she heard my voice. Yep, she was crying. A lot.
"Martha, are you okay?" I moved closer to her.
Her entire body was shaking. I approached her cautiously.
"I'm fine, Miss Quinn." She said, her voice betraying her.
Martha's body shook from the strain it took from her trying to control her tears.
She had been fine when she came to my room with the tray. So what had happened after to get her this way?
Nancy walked into the kitchen moving past me to her crying mother. Her expression told the entire story.
Anthony! It made sense now, I thought smiling to myself. The sly fox! He must have made a move on Nancy during his drive out last night thinking she was just an easy f**k. He hadn't anticipated just how small the town was.
I left the kitchen. I wanted to torment my jailer. It would make up for the distraction I needed.
His door was opened a crack. I slipped in silently. He sat on the bed looking out into space. I'd expected he would be pissed off for not getting to wet his d**k with Nancy's hungry coochie.
"I wasn't expecting to see you like this."
He half turned and sighed. "Sorry to disappoint you."
There was something missing. I could almost smell it. I moved into the room examining the scene with intense keen eyes.
"This doesn't add up." I said almost to myself.
Anthony sighed. "Let it go, Sherlock."
I turned around the bed till I was standing right in front of him. He didn't look at me. I had the impression he didn't want me there which was all the more reason I had to stay.
The bed was too straight. It was obvious there had been no funny business yet I could tell Nancy had been in the room. She had been the other voice I had heard before.
Yet…
I watched Anthony's face. There was a faraway look on it. His face was almost expressionless. Handsome and striking. His long dark hair was done in a bun.
His slightly muscled body emanated with so much s****l energy.
His lips…
That's it! His lips had too much color. Nancy's lipstick. She had kissed him!
"Wait. Did you just cockblock yourself?" I gasped in disbelief.
Anthony sighed again. He turned to look at me slowly.
"Can you find someone else to haunt?"
"It's more fun when it's you." I grinned.
"It is?" He said almost sarcastically. "Well have a ball."
"Cheer up." I sat beside him on the bed.
He sighed. I was enjoying his current state of misery. I wanted more. More misery! Moreeee.
"I think I might like her."
I blinked at him. "Say what now?"
"Nancy." Anthony said in a husky voice. "I think I might like her."
No!
The look on his face wasn't misery after all. It was disbelief. He was trying to deal with the fact that he must be feeling something for Nancy. Nancy!
"You barely know her." I said pointing out the most obvious problem of the whole thing.
He shrugged. "We'll get there."
Unbelievable! I gasped, unable to believe what I was hearing. Anthony didn't strike me as the type to pine over a random girl yet here he was pining over a random girl! What the actual f**k!!
"You aren't thinking." I tried to keep my voice steady. "It doesn't make sense."
"Yeah." He was still staring into space.
I couldn't tell if he was daydreaming about Nancy or just thinking. Probably thinking about her.
I got up from the bed infuriated. This wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to feel terrible.
I growled in frustration as I stampeded out of his room making sure to slam the door before leaving. I walked into mine and snatched Haley's phone from her loose grip.
"What are you doing?" Haley gasped in shock.
I typed away breathing hot air through my mouth and nostrils.
"Doing what needs to be done to get my freedom."
When I was done, I tossed the phone back to her. Haley watched me. I knew she was worried but she kept quiet about it.
It should have taken Josh Miller an hour to get to the estate but he did it in less than 10 minutes. He had broken a world record just for a measly kiss.
Haley left us alone, a move I wished she hadn't made.
Josh stared at me awkwardly. I couldn't tell if he was just nervous or scared of girls.
Looking at him there with his shoulders slumped and his constant snorting, I felt stupid. I made a big mistake.
"Quinn." He said unsteadily.
I shook my head. "This is a big mistake."
A very big mistake. A massive mistake. Probably one of the top biggest mistakes of all time.
"Huh?"
I sighed. "I can't do this. You should go."
He was already starting to sweat. I felt turned off by him in every way.
Josh turned around to leave but didn't move. It was as if he had somehow frozen to the spot. His body trembled then stiffened as he turned back to face me.
Talk about being weird.
"I can't leave." He said
His whole manner had changed completely. It felt like he had transformed into another person.
"You can't leave?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No." He moved a step closer. "No I can't."
He took another step. His eyes glinted viciously.
"I can't leave. Not until you suck my d**k, rich b***h!"
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