Flinched Back from His Touch

Lester groaned and rolled over the next morning as sunlight filtering in through the slits in the closed blinds of his window managed to shine right onto his face. He scooted himself over to the side of the bed and carefully sat up as his eyes adjusted to the room.

He looked down and saw his feet sticking out from beneath his gut. He couldn’t see his cock, but he could feel that it was matted with Lizzie’s juices from the night before. He grinned, thinking back to the way she had thrashed under him as he came. More importantly, he remembered the transfixed look on Sarah’s face as she had watched them from the doorway.

Lester looked around the room. No Lizzie in sight. He groaned softly as he pulled his thick frame up off the bed and shuffled his way over to his desk, checking to make sure the bottom drawer was still locked.

He retrieved the key from its hiding place, unlocked the drawer and smiled at its contents. The hard drive labeled “Lizzie” was sitting there at the top. He took it out and set it down on the desk.

Lester found his discarded clothes from the previous night and put them on. As he was pulling up his boxers, his door opened and Lizzie slid in. She was taken aback to find him in his state of undress. Her eyes flicked down to his cock before she quickly looked away and composed herself.

“Morning,” Lester grunted as he pulled up the waistband of his underwear.

Lizzie ignored him. She was dressed in her red dress from last night, but she had clearly showered. Her hair wasn’t wet, but it looked more put together than the state he had left it in the previous night.

She crossed the room without looking at him. It was only then that Lester noticed the leather strap peeking out from under his bed. Lizzie grabbed it and pulled out her purse. She turned around and froze, her eyes locking onto the hard drive on his deck with her name on it.

She moved quickly and grabbed it, spinning around with a look of triumph on her face. “Fuck you, Lester. This is mine. I’m done with you.”

Lester didn’t say anything as she moved towards the door. “I’m going to ruin whatever it is you have going on here and tell them what a fucking creep you are.”

As she opened the door Lester finally spoke. “Are you sure about that?”

The door only opened a crack, Lizzie holding it in place. Her body stiffened like she had just seen a ghost, and she didn’t turn around to face him. Lester closed the distance between them, placing a hand on the door and gently pushing it shut.

He was now standing right next to her, clearly invading her personal space.

“I have the hard drive,” she said before turning her head and locking eyes with him. There was a fierce expression on her face as she spoke through gritted teeth. “This is over.”

Lester smiled at her condescendingly.

“You’re right. You do have the hard drive, and you can walk out of here right now and never look back.” He could tell that his unconcerned demeanor was unsettling her. “You could even warn my new roommate and his wife about me, but I don’t think you will.”

The confidence in Lizzie’s face wavered. “Why not?”

Lester reached a hand up, caressing her cheek. “For one thing, I could give Issac a call and let him know about last night. After all, I am completely wracked with guilt over what we did, and I think he ought to know what you allowed me to do with you.”

Lizzie flinched back from his touch, but he held his hand firmly against her cheek. “And the second thing is, yes, you do have that one hard drive. It is yours to do with as you please. Throw it out, destroy it or secretly keep it to relive the good times we had together. That was the deal, after all: stay the night and the hard drive is yours.”

Lester narrowed his eyes. “But the thing is, do you really think that hard drive is the only place I keep your videos?”

Lizzie’s face reddened, her breath catching in her throat. “You fucking bastard. I’m going to –”

“No,” Lester said firmly. “The only thing you are going to do is go out there and do what we planned and then leave. Got it?”

Fires of defiance burned behind Lizzie’s eyes. He could tell she wanted to strangle him. Instead, she gave him a slight, almost imperceptible nod before turning the doorknob to leave.

Lester kept his hand firmly planted against the door, though, while his other hand was still on her cheek. “One last thing before you go: Give me a last kiss goodbye.”

Before Lizzie could process what was happening, let alone try and stop him, Lester had pushed her up against the door jam. His hand slid to the back of her head, pulling her face towards him. He smashed his lips into hers, his tongue taking her by surprise and forcing its way into her mouth.

His hard cock pushed up against her dress-covered sex as his other hand grabbed a handful of her ass and pulled her tightly against him.