Her Anchor (179 page)

"They're coming,"

"Chill baby," Simon spoke, pulling Teresa close to him. "We'll be fine."

Teresa glared, ‘We better.'

Simon took the hint and pulled Teresa close. His lean, muscular ebony arms surrounded her and filled her with a sense of peace and wanting that she had not felt in a long time. She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest for a moment.

The footsteps that had led them to the end of the alley began to near and with no way around, she hoped that Simon was going to find a way out of it for both of them.

Simon looked upwards - his unkempt ‘fro and the beard that decorated his lips and chin shone beneath the moonlight. He was a strange one, very different from the men Teresa was used to that she couldn't help but wonder how someone this wise and caring could live so close to the edge.

It excited her.

"This way," Simon said, taking her hand now as he approached a dumpster.

He closed the lid and hopped on the top, grabbing Teresa's hand as he helped her up the makeshift platform. Simon turned towards the wall and looked up at the ladder to the fire-escape that dangled a few feet away from his reach.

He placed his foot against the wall and propelled himself upwards, trying to pull the ladder down but it was no use. It was too high up.

"They're getting closer," Teresa hushed, getting herself closer to Simon.

Simon looked past her shoulder and saw the silhouette of the three men coming after them.

"Can you trust me?" Simon asked

"Why?"

"I can't tell you," Simon replied. "I just have to know: can you trust me?"

"I think I can."

"That'll have to do," Simon nodded as he took Teresa into his arms and held her up.

She couldn't believe what was happening. It was all so dangerous, but she liked it. It was like the evening with Simon unlocked so many things that she had held back for so long that the thrill left her hungry for more.

"Can you reach the ladder?"

"I think I can."

"Alright," Simon spoke. "I'm going to give you a little push and I want you to reach out and pull it down."

"Okay."

"You can do this."

Teresa looked down at Simon and nodded- this was all so strange and new to her. She had never been involved in anything like this before, but somehow, he made her feel like she could take any anything that came her way. He believed in her and that was enough.

With one big push, Simon lifted her up until she was face-to-face with the bottom half of the ladder. Instinctively, Teresa gripped her hands around both sides and felt its weight slide with her as Simon drew her down.

"You go first," Simon said, standing over Teresa now as if to shield her. "Don't worry, I've got you."

Teresa nodded and followed Simon's instructions, hiking up the ladder now as she held herself to Simon's promise that he had her and that she would be safe. It had a strange way of manifesting itself, but she knew she was starting to trust him.

With Teresa halfway up the ladder, it was time for Simon to start climbing. He was quick on his feet, pacing behind Teresa as she carefully pushed her way to the third story of the building.

"They're getting away!" One of the goons yelled.

Simon looked down and saw one of the three men pointed upwards as the two others made a rush towards the dumpster.

"Hurry!" Simon hushed.

Teresa climbed as fast as she could, getting herself up the third story of the fire-escape now with Simon close behind. Quickly, Simon drew the ladder up, making sure it'd be a little harder for any of the three to come up after them.

Simon grabbed Teresa's hand and led her up the staircase to the next floor when one of the men started firing at them. Quickly, Simon pulled Teresa down and covered her as he withdrew a handgun from his back and opened fire.

"Let's go."

With the goons temporarily distracted, Simon and Teresa raced up the winding series of staircases until they sought shelter through an open window.

The apartment was dark and still; ‘Whoever lived there', Teresa thought ‘Must've been a sound sleeper.'

Quietly, Simon drew down the window and took her hand as he started to quietly fumble to the front door. Escape, it seemed, was just moments away.

***

For Teresa Sandoval, the evening was an unexpected adventure that took a turn for the worse that had left her feeling somewhat exhilarated. Canceled plans, led her to a night alone with a bottle of wine she was supposed to share with someone else.

Tonight was her anniversary with Marcus. They would have celebrated four years together had his work not gotten in the way. She loved him and more than anything, she was proud of him.

In the four years they spent together, he had grown from a start-up who couldn't afford to pay for his own meals into the founder and CEO for the second highest telecommunications network in the country, Telenovations Inc.

Life was good for them; dinners in all the best restaurants in the city, an unlimited expense account that allowed Teresa to buy whatever she wanted, and vacations at the some of the best resorts in the world.

However, the pressure of being a newly minted billionaire left a strain on their relationship. She could feel it- their romance was dying, and after having struggled so long to sustain it, Teresa realized she needed something else. Someone new who could reignite the fire that burned out.

And this is how Simon came into her life. It started innocently enough- she was bored and alone one night when she found herself in an adult chat room.

Being a girl in a place like that left her open to an unlimited number of prospects, most of who just wanted the essence of her body; an imaginary plaything that left her at the whim of all their despicable desires. It was fun, but nothing seemed to satisfy her until Simon sent her a private message.

Simon was the only person that ever talked to her. The only person that made her feel like an actual human being. Little by little, she opened herself up to him in the chat that by the end, the stirring between her legs left her moist and aching for his touch. She didn't want a fantasy to slip herself away too, she wanted something real.

They started off with an email exchange and before long, they were texting each other regularly. And when Marcus canceled their anniversary plans earlier this evening, Teresa knew it was time to take things with Simon to another level.

***

They slipped out of the apartment building without any problems and the moment they got on the first cab they saw, Teresa just went for it. Everything she had been through with Simon tonight had left her hungry for something primal.

And she knew that Simon knew something was coming and without having to wait for him to make a move, she rushed into him with a kiss.

He opened his lips and accepted her, taking her into his arms now as their bodies connected together like puzzle pieces. Hot lips collided into each other with a frenzy that gave way to a passionate tug; his lips locked on her upper clef while she sucked on his lower lips.

Simon slipped his arms around her, letting his hand curve around her ass he pulled her even closer to him. Teresa felt the weight of his bulge against her hip; erect and in complete attention that it seemed as if he was ready to take her then and there.

But instead, Simon gripped a hand full of her thick, dyed auburn curls as he broke away from the kiss.

For a moment, he watched her wither in the darkness. Her jaw slacked and her eyes glazed, just yearning for more than he could do here and now.

Simon drew himself closer and closed his eyes, licking his lips a little as he lingered over her. Teresa withered in anticipation, wanting to be touched already.

A grin grew across Simon's lips as he watched her and just when it seemed like the teasing was going to go on, Simon came close and pressed a kiss on her neck. Goosebumps trailed up her spine as she felt his soft, moist lips decorate her; she had to cross her legs to keep still.

Slowly, Simon pressed a hand between her legs and pushed the fabric of her skirt upwards as he pressed his palm against her groin; giving into her, but only for a while.

"I-I… Can't" Teresa hushed."… I can't wait anymore."

Simon drew his lips away from her neck and gazed into her eyes. He knew it- she wanted him already. And from the glare the cabbie was giving them, he wanted them gone before they stained his seats.

"You gotta wait, baby," Simon spoke, somewhat softly as he pressed his hand even harder now; his fingers curled, scratching almost as he felt the bristles of hair beneath two layers of fabric.

Teresa surrendered herself to his touch. Her breaths began to deepen as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations. It was hardly anything to get off to, but it was enough to get her going.

"We're here."

The cab stopped and Simon paid the fare. He lived on the second floor of a run-down duplex along the outskirts of the city. The apartment reeked of age.

Teresa got the sense that this was somewhere he had grown up. There were books and old photographs on the walls covered with a small layer of dust. Save for a cat, he seemed to be the only person living there.

"Been here long?" Teresa asked, looking now at what appeared to have been an old family portrait of him and his parents.

"Long enough," Simon replied as he approached her, turning her away from the photographs as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

Teresa's lips trembled. She had come this far and she had wanted this, but the thought of Marcus crept into her mind and paralyzed her for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Simon slipped his hand underneath her skirt.

The tips of his fingers pressed against the fabric of her panties, instantly finding the nub that sent sweet tremors down her legs.

Teresa took a deep breath and Simon went for it: he leaned in close again, pressed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. Her hungry mouth opened up to him and it wasn't long before their tongues were entwined; curling, slipping about each other. His fingers continued to rub her off, just perfectly hitting her clit.

He could feel it. She was wet.

Simon pulled her panties to the side, exposing her slightly as he began to work on her clit. His rugged hands started with up and down strokes, working her like a paint brush as he got her into a groove before slowing down the pace with slow, excruciating circles over the delicate nub.

"Take me… Now!" Teresa commanded.

Simon led Teresa to his bedroom and pushed her down on the mattress on the floor. He kept the lights off as the nightlight from the window was more than enough; the faint sound of traffic echoing in the distance.

Slipping off his shirt, Simon followed Teresa to the bed and mounted her. Teresa locked her legs around his waist and received him. They locked lips again, caught in another hungry kiss as Teresa began to fumble with the buckle of his belt.

She unzipped his jeans and exposed his long, throbbing shaft. The head was dripping, making it easier for Teresa as she began to stroke him off. Simon leaned back a little and savored the sensations as he reached up her skirt once more and penetrated her tight cunt with two fingers.