chapter Five:The Rainstorm

There was a heavy downpour at exactly 9:00pm One crack of thunder so loud the whole house jumps Lights flicker not  once, twice, then everything dies it was pitch black rain hammers the roof like it wants in to watch

Mom screams  from the kitchen about candles and wine julian’s voice could be heard calm as ever “I’ll check the breaker in the garage, amor. Stay dry.”he told mum

I’m already moving, barefoot, heart slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to escape and run to him.I meet him in the dark hallway between the laundry room and garage door lightning flashes and for a split second I could see him his shirt hung tightly to his chest from the rain, black sweats soaked and clinging to every ridge,his eyes wild he didn't say any word

His hand clamps around my wrist and he drags me into the laundry room, kicks the door shut so hard the frame rattles the lock clicks like a gunshot.

The darkness is absolute until lightning strikes again his mouth crashes into mine before the thunder even finished rolling rain taste, cedar taste, pure desperation was all I tasted in his mouth I moaned into him and he swallows it, backing me up until the cold washer bites my ass through the tiny silk shorts I wore to sleep

His hands are everywhere at my throat, ripping the straps of my camisole clean off the fabric tears like paper cool air hits my nipples and I gasp he growls and pinches both at once, rolling them hard until I’m grinding against nothing.

“Been dying all day,” he snarls against my neck, teeth scraping Smelling you on every couch, hearing you laugh with her, pretending I’m not hard enough to hammer nails.”he kept saying these into my ears as he spins me, bends me over the washer so fast my palms slap cold metal my shorts are gone in one violent yank, down my thighs, off one ankle, flung somewhere into the dark I became completely naked, dripping, shaking.

Lightning flashes again I caught our reflection in the washer door with me bent over, tits hanging, his huge frame behind me, hand already between my legs from behind.

Two thick fingers slam inside me without warning. I scream into my forearm.

“Soaked,” he hisses, pumping fast and brutal“Even with your mother ten feet away, this pussy’s crying for me.”he snarled giving me a soft spank on the ass

I’m climbing already, embarrassingly fast, when the garage door rattles hard.

“Julian? Everything okay out there? It’s pouring!”it was mom

He doesn’t even slow down he just slapped his free hand over my mouth and crooks his fingers hard, thumb smashing my clit my eyes roll back i cqme biting his palm so hard I taste blood, whole body seizing, knees buckling. He holds me up with one arm banded around my waist like I’m weightless, riding every spasm while rain drowns my muffled screams.

The second I stop shaking he spins me again, drops to his knees in the dark, throws my left leg over his shoulder and buries his face in me no teasing, just ruthless suction on my clit, tongue fucking deep, nose grinding. I  grabbed his wet hair and ride his face shamelessly

Lightning flashes the washer door shows me spread wide, his head moving, rain streaking the window behind us like the sky’s crying from how filthy we are.

I came again, but this time harder, thighs clamping around his ears, screaming into the storm.He stands, licks his swollen lips, and kisses me so I taste myself then he spins me back around, bends me over the washer again. I could hear the soft thud of his sweats hitting the floor.

The thick, blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, slides through how wet I am no condom, no nothing.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes against my ear, voice shredded. “Say it right now and I swear I will.”

I push back instead, taking the first inch we both groan loud enough to rival thunder He slams into me in one brutal thrust.

The stretch is perfect, painful, everything I could literally see stars. He gave  me half a second to adjust, then starts fucking me like the world’s ending. One hand held  my hair, the other clamped over my mouth again. Every stroke drags over that spot inside that makes me sob.

“Gonna fill you up right here,” he snarls, hips snapping. “Where she folds her perfect little laundry.”he said as he rammed into me 

I could only nod , pushing back to meet every thrust, washer rocking under us.

Lightning strikes and for a split second the room is bright as day with me bent double, tits bouncing, his face twisted in pleasure, rain pouring down the window behind him.

He buries himself deep and comes with a muffled roar against my shoulder, pulsing hot and endless inside me the feeling tips me over again I clench around him so hard he curses in Spanish hips jerking through both our aftershocks.

We stay locked together, panting, come dripping down my thighs, rain still raging then the garage door rattles again, louder this time

“Julian, honey? I found the big flashlight!”

He pulls out slow, both of us hissing warm cum trickles down my leg. He spins me, kisses me once, soft and deep, then yanks his sweats up.

“Go,” he whispers. “Guest bathroom. Clean up. I’ll handle her.”

I’m still trembling when I slip out the side door into the storm I was instantly soaked by the rain with the rain washing his cum off my thighs, plastering the torn camisole to my skin I’m halfway across the patio, barefoot and half-naked, when every light in the house blazes back to life at once the power's been restored.The motion activated floodlight over the laundry room window snaps on, bright as a spotlight.

And there, perfectly framed in the glass, is Julian shirtless, hair dripping, lips swollen, pulling his sweats into place while staring straight at me with raw hunger.

Twenty feet away, Mom steps out onto the patio holding two flashlights and a huge smile.

“Lila? Sweetheart, what on earth are you doing out here in the rain? You’re drenched!”

Julian’s eyes never left mine.

The floodlight stays on.

And the brand new patio security camera the one he installed last week blinks its little red light once then again

Recording.

Mom tilts her head, confused but laughing. “Come inside before you catch a cold, baby.”mum said 

Julian mouths one word I can read perfectly in the harsh light

Midnight.

Thunder rolls again, like the sky itself is laughing at us.

I smile at Mom, sweet and innocent, cum still sliding down my thighs under the ruined shorts.

“Coming,” I said as trailed behind her.

And I walk past the blinking red light like it’s not filming the rest of our lives.

Twelve hours until midnight.

And now the storm isn’t the only thing watching.