Hot Tub Fiasco Part 4 [MF] [Friend’s Little Sister] [Age Gap] [Runaway]

The world stood still to us. My throat dried up as my eyes met with Matt’s. None of us moved or said anything. This is the moment Mallory and I feared.

Matt broke the silence. “You motherfucker,” he muttered, voice shaky. In the second I looked at Mallory to see tears forming in her eyes, Matt slammed his fist into my jaw, knocking me over.

Mallory yelped, I let out a groan of pain. Matt kneeled down over my body, grabbing my shirt. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he yelled, “What the fuck is your deal?” I reached my arms up, forcing my hands on his neck. “Let go of me, you bastard,” I called at him.

“Both of you stop,” Mallory cried, standing in the corner.

Matt turned to her, his face red. “You stay out of this, what are you-“

He noticed her hickeys on her neck. Mallory was still just wearing a bikini after all. He froze, lost in a daze. I took the opportunity to shove him off of me, throwing him against the wall. Once he stood up I realized I was bleeding from my mouth.

“What’s going on down there?” Their dad called from upstairs. Matt got to his feet.

“I’m going to beat the shit out you,” Matt said to me, with a demonic glare in his eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you pedophile?”

I lunged forward, striking him in his chest. He groaned in pain, but immediately swung back, hitting me in the shoulder. I fell back against the wall, causing another loud boom. Mallory cried once again for us to stop.

By this time, their dad was coming down the stairs switching the lights on. Their mom followed shortly behind.

“Get the gun,” Matt called to his dad. “Before I strangle him to death.”

My vision grew a little hazy while I sat on the floor against the wall. I tried to stand up on my own, but I fell back down. Blood trickled down my chin and onto my shirt. I looked at Mallory, who was now kneeling down, across the room from me. “Please,” she mouthed.

Matt turned to his right to meet his dad in the next room. Luckily, I took the opportunity to kick his ankle, causing him to fall over. Mallory rushed forward, frightened, but placed her hand on my chest.

“Help me up,” I said to her, desperately. Mallory looked at Matt, who was just getting up, and back at me.

“Okay.”

“What has gotten into y’all?” Matt’s father asked, seeing Matt in the next room.

“I’m gonna kill Connor,” Matt said, turning back to me after getting on his feet. He swung first, but I grabbed his arm and swung back, knocking him back.

Matt’s father took a step back in shock. I grabbed Mallory’s hand. “Do you trust me?” I asked her, looking into her eyes.

Mallory looked at the scene. She was scared, holding her free hand to her chest shaking. Tears streamed down her face, her cheeks red.

“Tell me,” I said again, putting another hand on her shoulder. She breathed, “yes.”

Matt threw a glass from a coffee table in the next room at my foot, him still being on the floor. The sharp pain caused me to kneel down, the pain was agonizing. Mallory kneeled with me, her arms now around me.

“Matt, stop it right now,” his mother demanded, raising her voice.

Matt lie on the ground trying to get back up, but was failing. Mallory helped me up with all the strength she could muster. My foot bled along with the blood still pouring out of my mouth.

“We’re going,” I said to Mallory, holding tight to her. “We can leave, they can’t stop us.”

Mallory didn’t say anything, she just nodded. She helped me walk through the kitchen and out of the front door. Matt’s parents yelled for us but stayed behind in the room with Matt, checking his wounds.

We approached my car.

“Do you have your license?” I asked her, hand on my head.

“No but you’re not driving, you dumbass,” she told me, helping me to the passenger side. She was still crying but putting everything she could into helping us get out of there.

“You, no, we can’t get make this worse-“

“I’m driving. I’ve driven dad’s car a few times before, I was supposed to be getting my license next month,” she said, opening the door. “Now get in, please don’t make this more difficult.”

I hesitated. I looked back at Matt’s house one last time. His house glistened in the moonlight, it being about 10:45pm. We truly fucked up.

“Fine, but be careful,” I told her, getting in. She managed to choke up a laugh, calling me a hypocrite.

Mallory got in on the drivers side, started the car, and began backing up.

“We’ll go to my apartment,” I told her, putting my address in her phone gps.

At that moment, Mallory’s phone rang. It was her mother.

“Don’t,” I told her as she jerked her hand down. “It’ll just make it worse, we’ll try talking to them tomorrow. They’re heated.”

She put her hands back on the wheel, still backing out. The headlights shined in the front windows of the house. “I trust you,” she whispered.

We continued down the road in silence. Mallory had stopped crying, but was still upset. My jaw was burning in pain, let alone my foot. I had a cut across the top, and three smaller ones closer to my ankle. I was just wearing flip flops. My shoulder just ached, not necessary in that much pain. My wounds had stopped bleeding, but were, as stated, still painful.

“We’ve got to take care of you,” she said, glancing at her gps.

“I have some supplies at my place. I’ll even call in sick tomorrow,” I told her.

She sighed. Mallory didn’t want to talk very much, but to me, that was okay.

We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment. One of my roommates was home, the other still at his shift.

“Help me up the stairs, my room is 211,” I told her, opening my door. She placed a hand on my chest.

“Don’t, let me help you,” she said. She stared at me for a moment, looking at my condition. Mallory leaned forward, kissing my cheek.

We crippled up the stairs, looking like a drunk couple. Some neighbor leaned against a wall outside, smoking a cigarette. He watched us out of curiosity. Mallory’s phone would still vibrate every few minutes but she continued to ignore it. We reached my door and I stumbled for the keys in my pocket.

*Please be asleep,* I thought to myself, wondering about my other roommate.

The door opened, and Mallory reached inside, turning the light on. To my satisfaction, his door was closed, meaning he was out.

“Be quiet,” I whispered to her as she walked me inside. I set my things down on the counter and took off my flip flops carefully. Mallory closed the door behind her, locking it back.

“Go to my room, it’s the door on the left,” I told her.

“Where are your medical supplies?” She asked me, letting go.

“The bathroom, just give me a sec.”

Mallory left me leaning against the counter to walk into the bathroom. Now dizzy, I took out my phone. I had three missed calls from Matt, and a text message.

*I’ll kill you, but I’ll kill you again if you hurt her.*

“Real smart, Matt,” I muttered to myself.

Searching through my contacts, I found the number for the pizza place I was working at. My manager picked up, and I told her I got jumped on the way home and needed tomorrow off. She was concerned, but agreed nonetheless. When the call was over I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, holding my hands back over my face.

The apartment was quiet. I double checked to make sure the door was locked before grabbing some water from the fridge. I could hear a slight ringing in my ear as the water poured into the glass.

I rinsed the water in my mouth, spitting it out into the sink. A ran water with it so the blood wouldn’t stain or leave a smell. It hurt, but I would’ve liked to try and get the taste out.

Mallory was waiting for me in the bedroom. My feet ached as I walked inside, closing my door behind me. She had found one of my shirts, wearing it to keep her warm. A towel was laid out on the bed, with bandages and alcohol laid out on my dresser.

“We gonna play doctor?” I jabbed at her, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m the best you’ve got, so I don’t know if you’ll make it,” she responded.

Mallory guided me to the bed. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of alcohol, but she took it from me.

“Stop it, and let me take care of you. Please,” she said softly.

I stared into her puffy eyes. She had been crying off and on for the past half hour.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Lay back on the towel, just relax,” she said, gathering everything she had.

Mallory looked at the cuts on my foot closely, examining what she was working with.

“Looks like you won’t need stitches, the cuts are small enough,” she explained. “Still gonna sting though, don’t be a bitch.”

I forced out a chuckle. Mallory placed one hand next to the wound, and used the other to grab the bottle. Preparing myself, I clenched my fists as she poured the liquid over my foot.

It burned, but not as badly as I predicted it might. The hissing extruding from my lips caused her to come to a halt, and grab a bandage.

Once she was done, she put everything away and took my shorts off.

“We just fucked,” I told her. “You really begging for more?”

She laughed, reaching up to take my shirt off as well. “No, I just thought you’d be more comfortable.”

“Come here,” I told her, pulling the sheets aside for her. She snuggled in next to me instead of on me, as not to hurt me.

“You’re crazy,” she whispered to me.

“You’re crazier for actually coming with me.”

“Maybe I am.”

We stared into each other’s eyes, I played with her hair.

“What now?” She asked me.

“We’ll stay here, at least until tomorrow night. We both need to heal, in a way.”

“Connor, I’m with you now because I want to be. I feel like I should be.”

“You should be with me.”

I hadn’t realized what I just said.

“Well, am I? Am I yours?”

I thought about it for a few seconds. Was this really the decision to make at the time? I held her cheek with one hand.

“Well, I…”

“You said you love me,” she whispered.

I sighed. She was right. Ever since that party, I came to realize that Mallory was everything I wanted. Her body aside, I knew her so well from the many years I’d known her. If there was anyone I would love unconditionally it would be her.

I caught myself in her gaze. “Yeah, I guess we’re a thing.” She smiled.

I leaned in to kiss her, but she put a hand over my mouth. “No thanks,” she giggled. “I’m not in the mood to taste your blood.”

I laughed at her. “I guess you’re right.”

Mallory sat up, propping her head on her pillow.

“Mom and dad will just have to accept us,” she said with a sigh. “Matt will get over it. He likes you.”

“I don’t know, he tried to kill me just now.”

She smirked. “He wouldn’t do that, he just has his drama queen moments.”

We looked outside the window, it began to rain.

“I can’t believe I fell in love with you,” I said, watching the water hit the window.

“Stop being so mushy,” she smirked.

“Fuck you.”

“You already did,” she teased me. “And I loved every second of it.”

“Still, this all happened so fast,” I responded, now watching her instead of the window.

“Honestly, I’ve always thought that you were cute, and I trusted you too.”

“How flattering.”

“That night at the party, I don’t know if I intended to end up being with you, I just wanted you to see my boobs. I felt like being a tease. It made it more exciting because you’re so much older than me.”

“People are gonna make fun of us. For the age gap.”

She took my hand. “If you’re willing to face that so am I.”

I looked longingly into her eyes. “Of course I am, babe.”

*”Of course I am, babe”*, she mocked me.

“Oh, blow me,” I playfully punched her.

She turned away from the window to face me. “You want me to?”

I laughed, rubbing my eyes.

“If you’re seriously offering, go ahead.”

Mallory gave me that sexy smirk she always has when she’s horny. Reaching her arms around the shirt she was wearing, she pulled it off. Shortly after, she took off her bikini top. I always loved her breasts, but they looked even better in my bed.

“I’m going slow so I don’t hurt you,” she warned me, reaching into my boxers. “Don’t touch me, just rest and enjoy it.”

Sighing, I did as she said and sunk into my pillow, watching her from an angle. Mallory gasped as she pulled my cock out of my boxers, it already fully erect.

“Sometimes I forget how fat it actually is,” she said, giving it a squeeze. She used her free hand to massage my balls. “Maybe I can practice swallowing it whole now.”

Mallory moved her hair behind her, and lowered her face, sucking at the tip. I let out a moan of pleasure as she began working her tongue and saliva up and down my shaft.

“Where’d you actually learn to suck dick like you do?” I asked.

She pulled her head up to speak. “I’ve had a few boyfriends. Want to hear a story?”

“If you keep jerking me off, yeah,” I told her.

Mallory spat on my tip, working her hands up and down the shaft. “You remember my friend Jenny? She taught me how to suck dick like a pro about a year ago.”

“Tell me how,” I said, suddenly interested.

“I was staying at her place and her boyfriend was over, we were drunk. Long story short, we both ended up sucking his dick that night. I kinda liked it.”

My heart sank. “So you are a little whore,” I teased her.

“Yeah I guess,” she said. “But I won’t do that without your consent, promise. You like how I blow you anyways.”

With that, she stuffed my cock back in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, slobbering all over it for fifteen minutes. She finally stopped for a few seconds, ready to practice taking all eight inches down her throat. I watched her slowly work her lips down, having to come up a few times to breathe. She was gagging once she worked six inches into her. Mallory’s eyes were watering again, but she didn’t let up. She wanted to impress me.

Mallory was being such a little slut and I loved it. Her tongue gave me so much pleasure the more she tried to take in. Once she finally managed to work the whole length in her mouth, she didn’t lift back up. She allowed it to just sit in her throat, refusing to move.

“I know you’re trying to get used to it, just don’t hurt yourself too badly,” I whispered to her. She gently squeezed my balls in response.

“Fuck, sorry to disturb you,” I teased. To get back at her, I thrusted my dick up, forcing it slightly further down her throat. She gagged, not expecting it, and began to pull her head back up. Seeing the opportunity, I forced her back down with my hand. Mallory moaned again as my length was shoved back into her.

“You like it so much, so don’t spit it out,” I demanded.

She looked at me, tears in her eyes, but kept her lips locked at the base of my cock.

“Well don’t just stare at me, suck it,” I told her. “Don’t bob, just suck it like you’re draining the juice out of a popsicle.”

Mallory immediately understood what I meant. Keeping my cock lodged in her throat, she sucked me dry, not daring to pull it out of her mouth. It felt so amazing, I felt myself about to climax.

“You can stop, I’m about to cum,” I whispered.

She pulled back, releasing my cock from her mouth. She then bobbed like usual, sucking at the tip. My dick gushed her mouth with my seed, and she did as she normally did, rinsing it around like mouth wash. Once Mallory knew I was done, she spat my dick out and swallowed my load.

My eyes closed after I came, loving the feeling she had just given me. I felt her hands slide my boxers back up.

“Sorry if I was too hard on you, you have to learn,” I said to her as she got back under the sheets next to me.

“No it’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m doing as you say, you *are* my master.”

“You kinky little bitch,” I teased her.

She smiled, but I looked into her eyes, still seeing them water.

“Let me suck your tits,” I offered her. “I’ll pay you back.”

Mallory lowered her sheets just at her waist. Her DD boobs rested in front of me, begging for my attention. I played with them and sucked her nipples until both of us had fallen asleep.

We awoke at 10am, I had drooled all over her breasts. My foot felt slightly better than the night before. I could no longer taste blood in my mouth, and my shoulder felt fine. Mallory sat up, stretching her arms, her tits on display for the room.

“Good morning asshole,” she said to me. I leaned in and kissed her.

We spent most of the day in my room. I got up twice to make us food, but we mostly just talked about what we should do.

We had sex two or three times throughout the day. I still wasn’t completely healed, so I let her just bounce on my dick. After the last time, we made out and cuddled again in my bed. It was about 5pm.

“I have on offer,” she suddenly said to me. “Promise you won’t get mad if you don’t want to.”

“I promise,” I said, kissing her neck.

“My friend Jenny,” she said silently. “If I asked her, would you want us both to suck you off? We could have a threesome tonight. I’m pretty sure she broke up with her boyfriend two months ago.”

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