Chapter 8
"Please...I'm tired of sitting down." Her voice squeaked and the momentary grin of derision that twitched the comers of Mike's mouth infuriated her. He thinks I'm acting like a kid! she thought. Just because it scares me to know he's going to kill me!
But he shrugged. "Stand on your head if you want to. I don't give a damn. But we're going to have a little talk. Just the two of us".
"No interruptions."
She flared at him. "Like when you killed Colleen!"
"You simpleton." His tone reeked of contempt, as if it were inconceivable to him she could so recklessly destroy her only hope of staying alive. "What about that box you're talking about?"
"The one you took out of Colleen's apartment before the sheriff and coroner came."
"Oh? What did it look like?"
"You know very well!" She described the box.
"Suppose there were such a box-and I doubt that-what makes you think I took it?"
"I saw you."
"Oh, come now! Peeking out of your door, I suppose."
She hesitated. She could stop talking at all. Or she could tell him she knew about the passage and had seen him with the box while he was on his way from Colleen's apartment. She compromised, sensing a possibility of lulling his feeling of danger.
"I saw you with it in the library...right here. I wondered then what you were doing with it."
He snorted. "Likely story. What was in this box to make it so damn important I'd want it?"
"I...How should I know?"
"Fact is, you don't know very damn much of anything, do you!" He ran his gaze downward to her feet, then slowly back up to her eyes. "Funny how much you remind me of Colleen."
Now! she thought, her chest constricting with her panic. Now he's going to kill me! But they'll find plenty of signs of a struggle this time!
He didn't attack her at once. "A kid of ten can't do a hell of a lot about it," he mused aloud. "But he sure knows a figure when he sees one! Colleen's just about drove me up the wall! And yours is just exactly like hers was then."
She shuddered. Talk about cat-and-mouse!
He went on, ignoring her reaction. "Had new people in the house about that time. Fifteen-year-old-kid looks different to a twenty-two-year-old woman than a ten-year-old. She found all the time she needed to give the new kid guided tours. Guided and illustrated." He sighed. "From what I hear, it turns out there's time for you to take up where she left off."
Judy flinched. Her affairs obviously weren't as private as she'd believed. Mike knew about the swapping. Maybe he even knew about that morning in the woods. The strange thing about it was what it did to her to know he did. As big and powerful-looking as he was, he'd arouse a primitive desire in any woman. He did in her, although her aversion to his moody personality had concealed the fact from her until this moment. That they shared such intimate knowledge forced her to admit secretly how she twisted up inside when she looked at him.
"You're no gentleman," she said in a low tone.
"Oh?"
"If you were, you wouldn't ever mention anything you've heard of that kind."
He shrugged. "I don't claim I curl my finger when I'm drinking a cup of coffee. I spend my time where it doesn't matter. It does matter when a guy sees a girl built like you and begin eating himself out for wanting to get her into bed."
She gasped.
He continued, his words beginning to crowd each other. "Look. You think I killed Colleen? Well, I didn't. I don't care whether you believe me or not. You'll have a hell of a time proving I did. The box? Make a big deal about some box you imagined and I'll say right out I don't know what you're talking about." He thrust his face toward her and bared his teeth in a horrible grin. "Besides, Lowell and Cal both saw me come in here. What would they think if I left a dead body in here?"
"They...they did?" she asked, hope welling powerfully.
"They did. So even if I do decide I've got to kill you, I'm not going to do it in here today."
Judy sank back against the window, her knees weak and her belly churning.
"Let's talk about me and gentlemen." Mike rested his hands on his knees. "Like how a man goes about fixing up a lay."
"Honestly!"
"Okay. You're shocked. But getting laid isn't any big tragedy to you, is it."
"I ... I...." She felt herself flushing.
"I mean, that's not going to cost you one hell of a lot of sleep."
"Please, Mike!"
"Depends on who it is."
"Mike, please!"
"Tell me, honey. What makes Cal so damn much more acceptable than me? Or even His Highness, Lowell?"
"Mike! They're not so ... I mean. Mike?"
"You mean they're not all that Goddamn attractive?"
"They...They're nice to me."
"Sugar for the butterfly?" He pushed himself away from the desk and stood directly in front of her.
She had to tilt her head back to look into his face. His jaw was lumpy and had nicks where his razor had bitten too deep. His lips were a little crooked and his nose looked as if it had been neglected after a bad break. His whole face was box-like, but the warm, hazel hue of his eyes gave it a startling quality of vitality at this range she hadn't noticed before. He thrust his fingers through the thick mat of blond waves above the broad forehead.
"They smiled at you? That what you mean? Give you a lot of happy-talk?"
"Well...Not exactly that, but. . . "
"They don't grab you and beat the hell out of you?"
"Oh, Mike!"
"Handle you gently, so you don't feel like a common whore?"
"Mike! Mike, please!"
He dropped the sarcastic tone. "Judy, I'm telling you. You're attractive as hell! What's more, the only time I was ever really in love was with Colleen, and there's something about you that could make you her at that age. You so scared of me you wouldn't consider shacking up with me once?"
She stared into his eyes, fascinated. Could he really have killed Colleen and now want to make love to Colleen's daughter? But of course, he didn't know she was Colleen's daughter. The fact she reminded him of a younger Colleen couldn't be anything but happy coincidence in his mind. She wondered fleetingly if he had a cock to match his physique. If he thought he had a need for her, it was a totally different kind from that Cal and Lowell had experienced. Theirs had been a need for novelty; his had to be built on long hunger. He needs me! she thought with a youthful thrill. He really does! And that's lots more important than letting some old goat get his kicks by spreadeagling me on a coffee table! It's noble to give somebody something he really needs!
"Mike .. . Mike, I'm not scared of you." She lied that much. "I ... I wouldn't mind. I think I'd like to."
She realized abruptly his hand was at the small of her back. His face hovered over hers, his lips tantalizingly close and his breath smelling woodsy. She touched his chest with her fingertips and rose on the balls of her feet, her mouth gulping greedily at his. She rested against the heat of his palm and shivered with delight at the authoritative way his other hand closed on her breast. He kneaded the soft mound tenderly, then urgently, and his tongue drove deep into her mouth. A hot sea of lust inundated her.
He couldn't be a killer, she thought incoherently-irrationally. Nobody who could make her feel this way could be a killer.
She gasped for breath when their faces parted. "Mike! Oh, my gosh, Mike!" A younger man was different!
"Some guys lay their sisters," he muttered.
So he knew about Lowell and Edith. Well, they'd developed their "thing" right here at Garlock Heights; he was bound to know.
"Nothing wrong with that, I guess. Depends on how you're looking at it." He pulled her to him, crushing her belly against the thick, unyielding bulge of his hard-on.
He was simply trying to cover up the intensity of his reaction by reaching for irrelevant ideas, she decided. He was such a boy, actually. Even if he did happen to be seven years older than she, he'd clearly had even less experience. He needed a woman like her to guide him over that first awkward hump.
It was difficult to follow such an elevated train of thought, though. He'd let go of one boob and was mauling the other; his fingers seemed instinctively to find the most exciting places to probe. And his other hand had slipped down onto her ass and was squeezing and goosing and making her grind her pussy on the ridge of his thigh. All in all, his inexperienced fumbling was arousing her faster than either Lowell or Cal had.
She squirmed against his cock. Releasing her hold on his shirt, she sneaked her hand down to his waist. And by twisting hungrily she managed to work her fingers in to the tab of his zipper. It took but a moment to unzip his fly, and she felt like an experienced woman of the world when she plunged her hand inside his trousers and found the opening in his shorts and got hold of his cock.
A hard thrill of apprehension raced over her when her fingers failed to go around the shaft of his cock far enough to meet the tip of her thumb. God! she thought. A monster! Never mind, I'm so gooey already if you want to go in!
He reached down with one hand and pulled up the side of her skirt. No finesse at all, she noted. But a girl couldn't hold that against a man as hard up as Mike. He tucked the crumpled material into her waistband, seized her ass with that hand and reached down with the other to pull up the other side of her skirt.
She squirmed at the sensation of cool air on her bare upper thighs. Mike's hands caressed the naked flesh with slow, gentle strokes. A fierce tingle in her pussy drove her to jam it harder onto his leg. He fingered her skin right at the edge of her panties, then dragged his fingertips upward over the nylon to the elastic at the top. Acting as if he owned her, he thrust both hands inside the flimsy panties and caressed her buttocks.
Her breath came in shuddering gasps and she couldn't help scrubbing her tits on his chest. He was so big and strong it was a thrill simply to be pushing against him that way. She tugged his cock into the open, wiggling aside to let it out, and Mike thrust down with his hands, forcing her panties off her hips and halfway down her thighs. She whimpered unintentionally and rubbed his cockhead in the rich brush of her pubic hair. Mike grunted. He made an extra effort and worked her panties below her knees. Quickly, fearing he might back away from her, she lifted one foot at a time to pull free of the clinging garment.
By standing on tiptoe and bending his rigid dick all the way down, she could get his cockhead under the curvature of her mound where it would push on her clitoris. She held it there and ground herself against the wet, smooth knob.
What am I doing? she wondered fleetingly. Good God, what am I doing? He'll think I'm a wild woman!
But "savage" seemed more appropriate. She felt primitive and savage. She felt voracious for him. Her cunt clamored for the sweet burden of the glorious cock she hung onto so tightly. Her knees pushed apart repeatedly while her asscheeks tightened to thrust her pussy onto the swollen, pulsing cockhead so tantalizingly there, yet so impossibly angled.
Mike continued to fondle her buttocks and her thighs. His fingers dipped inward again and again between her thighs to tease the rear edge of her cunt. And he bent to nibble at the hollow of her neck while she blew her breath out with a delighted hiss.
"Mike! Oh, Mike! Please get him in me! Oh, please, Mike!" Her whisper was demanding and urgent.
He crushed her to him for a moment. The pressure was fierce and hot and wonderful. Then his hands cupped under her asscheeks and he lifted her. The moment her feet left the floor she flung her legs around his hips. She pulled her knees up until they rode on his hip bones while he raised her so she was above the level of his cockhead, even when she allowed the majestic shaft to stand free.
He maneuvered her briefly, letting her gulping cuntmouth settle onto the blunt nose of his cock. Her thighs tightened and she pressed her heels against the backs of his thighs.
"Oh, yes, Mike! Oh, dear! Put me on it!" She clutched at his shoulders and leaned back to the full length of her arms. A sudden, hard jerk of her legs snapped her cunt over his cockhead.
Mike gasped and grinned at her. "Jesus, woman! Neat!"
"Oooh! You've got such a nice warm peter!" She held herself motionless and let the warmth and the sense of bulging distension seep through her. It was amazing, she thought, what a different kind of sensation sex produced. Mostly a person felt things right at the skin. Even pressure got sensed mostly at the surface. But a cockhead lodged in the throat of a cunt sent thrills through internal parts of one's body. Thrills seemed to well up where a person had no idea there was any feeling. They were jolting her now in the lower parts of her belly, just inside and above her hips-sharply focused, tingly, delicious waves of pleasure.
But she couldn't contain her desire. Despite her effort to hold still, a wave of hungry impatience triggered her thighs and she jerked them, slamming her onto his rigid cock and driving her cunt down the long, thick shaft. Mike's cockhead burrowed the length of her passage, its rounded nose parting the soft, thick, spongy walls and pushing past the clinging folds. Each fold registered a pleasurable sensation of pressure and sent a continuous stream of jangling contact signals, their messages flowing together into a vibrant continuum of delight that filled her belly and spread in ripples through the rest of her body. She experienced a brief spasm, her arms and legs clamping her fiercely to Mike while she trembled violently in a gust of savage fulfillment.
Mike groaned softly. One hand clutched her ass, jamming her pussy tightly against the hard root of his cock while the other slid up her back and crushed her upper torso to him, flattening her boobs on his shirt front.
"Omigod, Mike!" exclaimed Judy in a shaky voice. "Omigod, that peter fills me so full! Oooh!"
"You've got a mighty warm pussy holding it, sugar!"
She gulped as her hips began to jerk. For a moment that was the only movement either of them made. Her cuntmouth slipped back and forth a fraction on the base of his cock, levering it so his cockhead swept back and forth in a wide arc in her belly, to thrust against internal organs and pump weird, marvelous sensations through her.
But Mike seized her hips and buttocks in his huge hands and began to swing her ass out from him and jerk it back. He stroked her the length of his cock over and over, until her cunt was fiery with the friction. She used her legs, timing their tugs to match the inward swings of her ass and slamming her pussy onto the unyielding surface at the base of his cock with audible blows.
"Oh, Mike!" She groaned deep in her throat. "Mike, it's going to make me come!"
"Better hurry up!" He panted fiercely. "I've got a load that won't quit! And it's...about to...blast!"
"Oh, blast then! Blast, Mike! Now!"
His hips leaped, smashing his groin into the softness of her pussy. He struck the steamy wetness several powerful blows, then went rigid, body arched to counterbalance her weight and cock straining, fully buried in her. His buttocks jerked spasmodically while she clung to him and ground her clitoris in tiny, slow circles in the stiff bristles of his pubic hair. Her belly churned with joyful thrills and the walls of her vagina milked the bulging cylinder that lay within their embrace. Her cuntmouth gulped powerfully. Mike's cum jetted into her to create a growing, warm pool at the core of her belly. Her arms hugged and her legs squeezed savagely. A wild tremor seized her and made her ears ring.
"Oh, Jesus, honey!" She ground her face on his shoulder. "Oh, Jesus! I'm coming so...hard!"
His only reply was a deep, contented groan.
"Mike, Mike...You've got so much in me!"
He stopped jerking and relaxed the ferocious squeeze on her ass. "My God, Judy! You fuck like there wasn't anything else in the world!" He nuzzled her neck.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear, Mike! There isn't! Not like this!" And she shuddered happily. "Oh, I'm so glad we did, Mike! I'm so awful glad!"
"Me, too, honey. I knew you'd be good, but I sure didn't know how good."
"Brrr! Some people say men are all alike. They're out of their minds!"
He chuckled and squeezed her, then ran his hand affectionately over her back. It seemed strange to her to have the intimacy of his softening cock in her belly and his coarse pubic hair tangling with the finer, softer hair on her pussy and then feel the caress of his hand through her clothes.
"Know what?" he asked. "You've got a touch of blarney, you have. Know what would make me feel real good now?"
"What, Mike? What would?"
"If you'd take off your clothes and let me see just how great you do look."
"Mike!" She tingled all over. "Mike, it really would?"
"It sure would. Sounds stupid to ask something like that after what you just gave me, but..."
"Oh, Mike!" she murmured. "Okay, Mike. Does it work both ways?"
"Huh! You for real? Hell, I guess so."
But they waited. Neither was in a hurry to lose the delicious sense of fusion, and they clung together for some time before laughingly agreeing they'd have to break apart sooner or later. After he'd lifted her off his thick cock and set her on her feet, she undressed. She made no effort to appear sensuous in her movements-simply removed her clothing deliberately and efficiently. Mike stripped at the same time, and they stood gazing respectfully at each other. After a long, quiet period of appraisal they moved quietly into each other's arms and fell back onto the couch. Their second fucking was one of mutual consent and they savored the experience fully, unhurriedly. And they lay coupled while the afternoon wore away, finally dressing and leaving the library barely in time to shower in their respective rooms and get to the dinner table.