Dear Bad Boy || Ransom Drysdale

"No Harlan, I'm sorry... I haven't seen the boy...Its been months. Yes Harlan...of course I will ask her but I don't think they are...they aren't friends." Dad paces around the kitchen holding the phone away from his ear as Harlan Thrombey, Ransoms grandfather, shouts on the other end.
I take a seat at the breakfast table trying to hide my guilt, as flashbacks of Ransoms hot breath on my neck and fingers in my cunt penetrate my mind.
"Eva!!" Dad shouts, I snap my head round. 
Panicking I answer, "What?"
"Have you seen Ransom Drysdale recently? It seems he's gone missing." He asks hanging up the phone.
Fuck.
"No, I haven't.  He's probably off on a bender." I shovel eggs into my mouth, so I can't tell any more lies or incriminate myself.
If dad finds out I've let Ransom crash here when he's away on business trips, he'll send me to live with mom, and fuck that!
Its only been the once, and last night doesn't count because he left after...

Dad told Harlan the truth, Ransom and I aren't friends, when he came home from college on summer vacation I ran into him at the lake on our estate. He barely remembered my name, despite us being almost neighbours for 18 years.
His mother and father couldn't control him, so they sent him to live with Harlan, but he can't control him either
I wonder where he has gone? Why he had to crash here in the first place, is beyond me. Ransom is 19 an adult. Why can't he rent an apartment, theres bound to be a trust fund for crying out loud!

Dad sits across the table from me, sliding over a nice hot cup of coffee, "Eva, I don't want you near that boy. He's bad news." He nods assertively.
"Sure dad, whatever." I mumbled through a mouth full of eggs, "I don't even really know him." I wash them away with the strong coffee.
"Harlan made a deal with the District Attorney, he has to stay with him, within the estate or he'll go to jail."
Choking on the coffee, I take a napkin wiping it as it runs down my nose, "jail?" I repeat.
"Yes...so if you see him, you go in the opposite direction y'hear?" He slams down his cup.
"Like I said dad, I don't know him."
My heart races. Jail? What did he do to warrant house arrest?
It just shows how far Harlans millions can stretch when it comes to keeping family out of prison.

Ransom has always been arrogant, volatile and more often than not violent.
What did he do? My mind races as I trudge upstairs to my bedroom.
I couldn't imagine Ransom in jail, swapping his Gucci sneakers for government issue plimsoles.
He probably got into a bar fight, took it too far.

Closing my bedroom door I drink the glass of water by my bed, swirling it around my mouth trying to rid the coffee and morning breath taste from my mouth.
Spitting it down the sink in my en suite bathroom.
I give my teeth a vigorous brush, and hop in the shower letting the hot water beat down on my body.
I give my nipple a tweak as I lather up, running my hand between my legs replaying the memory of Ransoms thick fingers inside my slit, the juices from last night linger in my folds as I massage myself gently, pings of pleasure shooting through my body. My core pulses with hunger.
I close my eyes, day dreaming about Ransoms hardened cock resting on my cunt, nudging my clit.
Fresh juices seep into my lips.
I reach for the shower head...
When I feel a tongue lapping my glistening pink slit.
My eyes snap open, hands shaking with fear, afraid to look down at the intruder between my legs, I can't help but let out a guttural moan, as his tongue swirls around my clit.
Ransom lifts me, hooking my legs over his shoulders, aggressively eating my pussy, sucking my clit, licking every inch of me.
"Say my name." He growls, darting his tongue in and out of my opening.
"R...Ransom..." his name whimpers from my mouth in pleasure.
He pulls my cunt closer to him, his face submerged inside me as he grounds me hungrily.
My heart races, "Oh fuck!" My breath hitches.
He sniggers "Do you want to cum?" His pace slows, and he flicks his tongue lightly on my clit, "beg for it." His tongue barely touching me.
"P...please...I'm begging you," I mewl trying to grind on his face, my orgasm resting impatiently on the cusp.
Fiercely he picks up the pace, fervently licking every inch of me, manipulating my engorged clit with his teeth, "fuck!" I moan in excessive pleasure, unable to contain myself, "fuck!" I grip the back of his head pulling him in further, "fuuuck!!" My juices expel out of my pussy, coating his face.
He plants me down on the floor of the shower, as he washes himself quickly under the stream of water, his hard cock dangles in my face, pre cum seeping from the tip, I lean forward to lick the tip, yearning to taste him.
"No." He pushes me back, leaving the cubicle.
Where is he going?
My legs shake as I jump up, grabbing a towel and race into my bedroom.
The window slides shut and Ransom disappears.
Again.