20
My phone hasn’t stopped ringing, and Amy’s pursuit has become a relentless torrent of ringing and noise. It seems that the old theory of ignoring them till they’ll go away isn’t going to work with this one. No, this will require a more permanent and swift solution. I think about Derek.
When my phone rings, I pick up. “Hi, Amy.”
“Hi, Joe, I didn’t think I’d catch you today.” She sounds relieved.
“Work has been busy. I’m snowed under.”
“Poor Joe, you must be very stressed out.”
“I am.”
“Well, do you need something to help take the edge off?”
I close my eyes and let my head fall back onto my worn chair. The hot air from the heaters cradles my skin. “Maybe I do.”
“Can you come over?”
“No. I don’t have that much time today. I only have a short afternoon break.”
“Aww.” There’s a chink in her confidence.
“But maybe you can meet me at that spot at Regents?”
I can almost hear the smile spreading across her face. “Yes, it’s been a while since we’ve been there.”
It has. Almost three weeks by my count; long enough for the sweltering summer heat to die down and for autumn to set its clutches into the city. “It has. I’ll see you there at four.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Me either.” I hang up leaving her with that.
Four p.m. is not an ideal time to try to commit a brutal assault, but the fucking girl has left me no choice. If I tell her to meet me at Regents for a blow job at midnight she might get suspicious.
Despite my plans to bludgeon her over the head and leave her for dead, my cock hardens at the thought of Amy on her knees, watching as my cock vanishes inside her warm, wet mouth, listening to her hungry moans as she swallows me again and again, her feline eyes glued to mine as my hand fists her hair.
I shift in my chair and try to concentrate on the paperwork in front of me knowing I won’t be able to. Parts of me don’t care anymore. With Amy running around like a loose cannon, Izzy out on bail, and work basically shafting me up the arse without a timeline for when I’d have paid my dues, I’ve run out of fucks to give. At least this afternoon I will take care of one problem. Maybe it will have a domino effect and once Amy is taken care of the rest will all fall into place. With that thought in mind, I go to the toilet and deal with my hard on.
* * *
The cap sits low over my face as it always has. Amy won’t get suspicious. Even on our previous meets I’ve always attempted to hide myself as much as possible. I can never take the chance of being recognised, and today is no different.
I lean against the old oak tree, standing in the shadow it casts over the perfectly manicured lawn. It hides amongst a row of other oak trees, and if I stand in just the right spot, I am invisible to anyone on the path or that might come around from the grassy lane behind.
Amy is wearing a long dark trench coat that falls halfway down her calves, and her hair is made in two braids that bounce over her shoulders. I know she can’t see me as she approaches, but as always, I am entranced by her. Looking at her is like staring directly into the sun; the intensity of it burns and yet you can’t stop.
She looks about a little as she moves off the path and makes her way to me. When she catches a glimpse of me, her face splits into a lovely smile. She speeds up a little, as if unsure I’ll still be here if she takes too long. I don’t move.
“Joe.” She leaps on me. Her tongue is inside my mouth, her hands are in my hair, and her wild scent fills me up. I push her away, breaking the kiss.
“Hi, Amy. I don’t have much time.” Her gaze slips down to my hands where I unzip my pants. Her tongue slips out of her mouth and licks her bottom lip, and in an instant I’m hard.
Without hesitation, she falls to her knees and her hands get to work on my boxers, releasing my cock. A second later I am inside her mouth and the perfectly constructed plan I had begins to vanish.
Fuck.
She sucks me lavishly into her mouth like my cock is decadent chocolate, and the way she purrs around my tip as it hits the back of her throat makes me harder. My hands grab her braids and I start to work her head, losing track, losing my grip. This isn’t the reason we’re here. I yank her head violently and fall from her mouth. Pulling hard on her hair, I force her to stand. She moans a little but doesn’t resist. She’s the perfect victim. A willing one.