CHAPTER 009- Wrong places

Chloe went for a run just after nine.

I watched her leave from the kitchen window, earbuds in, ponytail swinging. The second the front door shut, Elias came up behind me. No warning. Just his body pressing against my back, one hand already sliding under the hem of my shorts.

“She’s gone for forty minutes,” he said against my ear. “Maybe less.”

I opened my mouth to answer but his fingers were already inside me. Two of them, pushing in deep like he owned the right. I gripped the edge of the counter, biting down on a moan.

He didn’t take me to the bedroom.

He bent me over the kitchen island instead. Yanked my shorts and panties down to my knees, kicked my feet apart, and shoved his cock into me in one hard thrust. The stretch made my arms buckle. He caught me by the hips and started fucking me right there, deep and mean, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet house.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice rough. “Taking it in the same place she eats breakfast. Bent over like a whore while your best friend is out jogging.”

I moaned into my arm. He fucked me harder for it, one hand reaching around to rub my clit in tight circles. The dual pressure was brutal. I came fast, shaking against the cold marble, pussy clenching hard around him while he kept thrusting through it.

He didn’t come.

He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the counter. My shorts were still tangled around one ankle. He stepped between my legs, lined himself up again, and sank back in with a low groan.

This angle was deeper. Every stroke dragged against that spot inside me that made my toes curl. I wrapped my legs around him and held on while he fucked me like he was trying to leave bruises.

We both froze when we heard the front door.

Chloe’s voice called out, “Forgot my keys!”

Elias didn’t pull out.

He just clamped a hand over my mouth, stayed buried to the hilt, and listened. Footsteps in the entryway. The jingle of keys. Then the door shutting again. Her footsteps fading down the driveway.

Only then did he start moving. Slow this time. Deep. Watching my face while he fucked me on the kitchen counter with his daughter’s keys still echoing in my head.

“You’re dripping on the marble,” he said under his breath. “Gonna leave a mess she’ll never know about.”

I came again with his hand still over my mouth, eyes rolling back, body jerking against him. He followed a few thrusts later, grinding deep and filling me while he cursed quietly against my neck.

We barely had time to fix our clothes before the door opened again for real.

Chloe walked in flushed and sweaty, water bottle in hand. She looked between us — me still sitting on the edge of the counter, him pouring a glass of water like nothing had happened.

“You two okay?” she asked, a little too casual.

“Fine,” Elias said. His voice was steady. Mine wasn’t.

I slid off the counter on unsteady legs. His cum was already leaking into my panties. I could feel it with every step.

That night he came to my room later than usual. Didn’t even lock the door all the way. Just pushed me against the wall beside it and fucked me standing up, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my thigh hard enough to leave marks. Every thrust made the door rattle softly in its frame.

“Next time,” he whispered against my ear, hips snapping up into me, “I’m going to take you in her bed. Leave my cum on her sheets and make you sleep in it.”

I came so hard I nearly blacked out.

He held me up through it, still thrusting, still filling me, until he finished with a quiet, broken sound against my shoulder.

When he finally pulled out, I had to lock my knees to stay standing. His cum ran down my inner thigh in a thick line.

He looked at it, then at me, eyes dark.

“Wrong places look good on you,” he said quietly.

Then he left the door half-open on his way out.

I stood there in the dark, legs shaking, the threat of his next idea already burning between my thighs.