My thighs were spread wide so Declan’s hips could beat all the way into mine and his cock drove up into me so far I thought when he came I would taste it. Liam reamed my and filled me as my pelvis rocked back, as Declan filled me when I swung forward. The dance consumed us all until in toe-curling, nipple twanging desperate frenzy we shouted and came and sank, still pumping, a thrashing six-legged mass of lust, down the pool of the shower tray.
My face and neck were red and my throat rasped as the two hot cocks pulsed and I gushed and burst as they pounded and pumped me full of their hot, thick love.
Chapter Twenty
LIAM TOOK THE wheel to drive us to Bedford Hills, I sat in back with Declan through the gray suburbs and scrub of upstate New York and Connecticut. The dullness flattened out into bleak as we approached the prison compound. Chainlink fencing, razorwire and a squat watchtower sent a chill down my spine.
Declan said only one of them should go in. “No point in giving the cameras any more value than they need.”
Liam said that he would go. I was relieved. I thought they were going to ask me to go in with them. Go through an X-ray, get patted down, sniffed by dogs. I imagined this all happening under the watch of square, burly manish guards slapping nightsticks in their palms, with cruelty as their daily motivation.
Tall poles with boxes atop them stood at regular intervals around the parking lot. Declan said, “Cameras everywhere.”
As we drove by I saw one of the boxes swivel to point at us. Liam parked as far from view as he could, right under one of the camera poles. Declan and I stayed in the back, not even getting out of the car. We watched Liam make the long walk across the dusty compound.
“Hold me?” I said, and I pressed myself against Declan’s hard frame for shelter. The heat of his body set off a little tremor inside me. When his hand slipped around my waist, the strength of his arm reassured me some.
I buried my head in the warm linen of his white shirt and clung to him. The heady scent of him made my mind drift. His voice rumbled in my head as I felt him speak more than heard it.
“You know we have a little time,” he said. “Liam will be about a half hour getting in and getting out again.”
“Do you think the cameras can see us in the back here?”
“If they can, I’d sooner they were looking at anything rather than our faces.”
“This place gives me the creeps,” I said.
“It’s supposed to.”
“You ever been inside?” I peered up as I asked him. He didn’t answer.
His thigh was strong under my hand. I stroked along the inside of it. It should have occurred to me that it would be best not to give anyone a reason to keep the surveillance video, or to watch it more than once. It certainly should have occurred to Declan, but by then our minds were on other things.
Mine was fully focussed on the hardening heat at the front of his pants. I was remembering the taste of his flesh, the beat of the pulse as it pounded between my lips. The hard stretch of the back of my throat as it welcomed him.
I gasped as his fingers slipped over the front of my blouse and found my nipple, even through the blouse and the bra. Involuntarily I moaned and stretched across his body, my hand sliding up the smooth cotton of his pants to grasp his long pole.
His sigh grated through me and the heat between my legs made me writhe and fidget. My fingers clasped around his shaft and squeezed. The hardness of his this cock made me shiver and bite my lips.
When I stretched around to kiss Declan, he seized me by the back of my head and pulled me to him. His mouth fastened on mine and our kiss was hard and desperate.
My arms went around his neck, his hands roamed all over my breasts, along my thighs. His mouth consumed me and I was swept up in the heat of our clinging embrace.
His grip was rough as he pulled back. “This isn’t the time or the place.”
I gasped for air, “No,” I agreed. His eyes were like burning coals. We sprang back at each other, almost growling with the frenzy of the moment. His wet mouth took mine and we melted together in a torrent of desire.
In another break he said, “Maybe if we get down behind the seats we’ll be out of the view of the cameras,” his voice rasped, low and hot. My skirt hiked as I slid down to the floor on my back. The space was cramped. My tongue and my throat longed for the press of his cock, the huge heft of it in my lips.
I lay, ready. Inviting him.
But he grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over. Up on all fours, I almost cried out as his hand grabbed between my thighs and his thumb ran down along the length of my lips, through my drenched panties.
He held my hips and pulled me to him. His cock was out and it pushed up against my mound. He banged my ass with it as he yanked my panties to one side. His fingers slipped into my wet lips. My thighs quivered and shook as he rubbed inside me, closer and closer to my trigger spot.
His voice was a scraping whisper, “You like a side of danger with your sex, don’t you.” I bit the mound of my thumb as he rocked his fingers inside me and my legs came alive with electric trembles.
It was true. I hadn’t ever felt this way before, hadn’t craved for the prick of risk, of being on the edge. I guessed that was what came of taking off with two ruthless professional killers and having them both fuck me all they could.
My head swam with the chances, the possibilities, the life that was a million miles from the one I had been living, barely twenty four hours previously.
My face screwed as Declan shoved his fingers harder into me. “Fuck me, Declan,” I didn’t sound like me. I sounded like some desperate whore. It was a demand. Raw and insistent. “Fuck me.”
I reached back to feel his cock. It was hot and hard and huge. “Ah, now,” I could hear the leering twinkle seep into his voice, “You’ll have to wait a moment longer,” and I shook as his other hand landed with a thwack on the bare cheek of my upturned ass.
His palm landed hard again on the same hot spot on my buttock and a squeal jumped out of my lips. That seemed to please him. He rubbed my pussy harder, letting his hand roam around outside, around the hood of my clit, over my mound. And back, up to my ass.
He shoved me forwards and held my ass with both hands. He spread my cheeks and his hot breath came nearer to my humming folds. With his thumbs he pulled the flesh of my thighs and dragged my pussy open.
His breath smoked up inside me. My thighs and my knees shook and I moaned, “Oh, Declan. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“I’m getting you ready, my dear. I’m preparing your treasure for my ram-raid invasion. I’m going to taste the goods and slurp my fill. I’ll break and enter you with the length of my tongue. Then, when I’ve had all the goods from you that way, I’ll leave you wet and quaking, open and begging for my cock.”
And his tongue tripped along the length of my lips. A current of tingling tremors radiated through me as the tip of his tongue trilled at the base of my clit.
I sank onto my arms with my ass aloft in the tight space between the front seats and the back. My teeth sank into my forearm as he thrust his tongue into me and licked around high inside me. A tide of emotion and sensation started in the pit of my stomach and splashed outwards through my body, my arms and my legs.
His lips nibbled at my folds and pushed them, bruised them as he lapped all the way to my mound and back up to my ass. He took little moments to pull on my wings and stretch them out. His hands stroked up and down my thighs.
He seemed to know exactly when to suck at the base of my clit, how hard and how long until just before it was unbearable. Then he shot his tongue inside me again. My hips, my ass, rocked on his mouth, ground into his face.
“Sure you taste divine,” he growled before he plunged back in for more.
With the whole of my pussy in his mouth, he jammed his tongue up into the folds of my walls, ever closer to the point high at the front. I knew if he reached it I would burst and gush. I felt myself brimming and ready to break as h
is tongue lengthened, hardened and probed with more insistence. My throat let out a long moan and I felt myself let go and fall into a torrent of lashing fireworks.
His face was wet as it burrowed into me and he slapped my ass in that same place and held me and I fastened my mouth on my forearm as I imploded inside.
Without waiting he turned me over onto my back. The most evil grin lit his eyes. He kissed me savagely and I tasted myself all over his mouth and his face.
“Spread your legs now, little Miss Suburbia,” his voice was predatory, “Open up and let the big, bad wolf inside.”
He held my hips and he beat his huge cock on my mound, rubbed it against my aching clit and slid it along my lips. A button flew as I clawed at his shirt. His bulb skewered my opening and he looked hard in my eyes.
“Now,” he said and my stomach plummeted, “Now I’m going to fuck you.” My mouth fell open and I jolted as he slipped his shaft inside me. “That’s what you wanted.” He slid deeper in and I gasped. “Wasn’t it?” I couldn’t speak as he impaled me farther, deeper. “Wasn’t it?”
I nodded the best I could and he filled me to the hilt. His pelvis met mine and I pushed back as hard as I could. I wanted him all the way up me, as far as he could get. My thighs and my knees were cramped in the well between the seats. His hips were gripped tight and even though I tried to lift my legs higher the space was tight.
My hands clawed in his hair as he dragged the girth of his cock back, reaming against the top of my flower. Then he slammed it back in, harder and even deeper. My eyes popped wide and my head banged against the door. I could see he was going to stop, to move, to pull me lower so I could be more comfortable. My head shook hard and I bit my lip. “No.” I said. “Keep on going.”
He drew his shaft out of me slowly, pulling against my walls and dragging near the button high inside me. He knew exactly where it was, that bastard. He’d hit it when he was good and ready.
My back arched as my hips tilted upward and I tried to drag him nearer, but he slid his cock lower, sawed against the bottom of my opening.
For all my protesting, he put a hand on top of my head to cushion me against the door as he rammed his pole inside me and I banged upwards. His other hand squeezed my breasts stroked my stomach and slid up to hold me by the throat as he cannoned harder into me.
My poor, wet, bruised little pussy hugged him tight, sucked on him all the way along his length. My pelvis rocked along with his. He rolled his hips, coming into me from different angles, always unexpected. Some strokes were long and slow, some grated and scraped, and some were shots, blasts of hard penetration.
My arms flailed to wrap around him and my mouth searched for his as he fucked me into the floor of the car. My legs lifted so my shin was over his shoulder. I tried to use my calf to add leverage but I was helpless, uncoordinated. I was like a rag doll with a skeleton possessed by voodoo.
His hard eyes held me as firmly as his grin, as tightly as his hand. As sure as his cock. The fabric of his pants brushed against the back of my thighs and he beat faster into me. My moans were long and loud as he jack-hammered my wet flower. With all the strength I had I grabbed his neck, raked my fingers through his hair, shook my body and felt the whole of my inside brim and spill over.
He rammed in harder and his lips were by my ear. I felt the heat of his breath and his cock stiffened as he rasped, “Come on, you’re not done yet, Miss Slutty Suburban. You can spill some more juices for me yet.”
My chin was wedged on his shoulder. I was crammed into a tiny space against the door and Declan shovelled into me even harder, even deeper. I fastened my mouth over the cotton of his suit coat to stifle the shouts that I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. From my stomach and running out like a flood in all directions through my body, clenching, gushing, exploding sensation cascaded through me. My legs and arms and hands gripped him in spasms. My back stretched and arched, my thighs tightened and flexed. My buttocks, wet from the pouring of hot juices, clenched tight.
I came again and again, climbing higher along his body and he drove longer and harder into me. He throbbed and swelled in bolts inside me, I could feel him getting ready to come.
“Ah, you’re a fine little slut, Miss Suburbia.” And deeper, and deeper. My face was red and wet as I bit into his shoulder and smothered a scream and he shot long hot bolts of sticky cum splashing against my walls.
He groaned and pumped and at the end he let out a long, “Mmmmmmm, aahhhh!”
We both turned in a panic at the sound of the door opening.
Declan had a gun out and I was clambering up to the seat.
“You couldn’t wait.” The voice filled the car.
Liam leaned over the seat backs and flashed his wickedest grin as he slid into the driver’s seat behind the wheel.
“Started without me, eh? Maybe I should make you drive this first section on the way back.”
With Liam I couldn’t really tell if he was annoyed or not. I thought probably not, but he could be hard to read. My head was still fuzzy and reeling. Getting back into the seat and arranging my clothes into some semblance of respectable order was quite the challenge.
“Maybe we’ll need to stop along the road somewhere,” Liam said. “Or maybe I’ll make you drive, Declan, and you can watch in the rear-view and get a view of me pummeling our frail little beauty.”
As we swung out of the parking lot and back onto the road, he said, “Of course, you’ve probably worn her sore with all your shagging.”
I caught his eyes on me in the mirror. He said, “I may have to stick it up her ass.”
Chapter Twenty-One
THE LIGHT WAS beginning to fade. The countryside, such as it was, looked its best in the sloping rays of evening. Declan and Liam discussed the car as Liam drove. Declan said, “We could stop in the next town, turn in this SUV. I think it’s had it’s two weeks.”
Liam nodded. “We could wait until tomorrow, though.”
“What, are you getting fond of it?”
Liam chuckled, “Yeah. I get so sentimental over hunks of metal.” And he made a despairing shake of his head. “No, I just mean, we’ll be further away from Bedford Hills.”
“True enough, my man. Have you thought at all about what you might like for the next one?”
Liam was looking into the mirror. “What I’d like is a car about like this one, only one that hasn’t got a black and white up its ass.”
Declan made a wry grin as his head shook slowly.
The police car followed them for a few minutes. Courtenay lounged extravagantly over Declan’s lap. Liam kept his eye on the rear-view. Declan said, “They’ll get wind of a donut sale in no time, Liam. Don’t let them bug you.”
Still the patrol car kept the same distance behind them. “I know. Nothing else to do. No real criminals to be chasing. Why not harass some perfectly respectable citizens.”
Declan slipped his hand into the front of Courtenay’s blouse. “Did they follow us right out of the prison lot?”
“No,” Liam said,”It wasn’t too far out of there, though. About the next big intersection.”
Courtenay nuzzled against Declan’s stomach and pressed her ear against him. Her eyes closed and she smiled as he began to speak. “It’s nothing.”
The red and blue lights on top if the police car came on and began to spin. Declan said, “Look, they found something to do so now they can get the fuck out of our lives.”
The police car kept its position behind them. There was a yowl from the siren. Liam pulled over to the side and parked.
They waited.
Liam looked in the mirror. He said, “They’re talking on the radio.”
“They’re fucking with you is what they’re doing.” Declan drawled lazily. The cop had a hand on his weapon as he peered in the back window. Liam rolled the window down. “Good afternoon officer. How are you today?”
“Hand me your license and put your hands back on on the wheel, sir.” Through black sunglasses,
he was looking at the passengers in the back. Liam handed his wallet over.
“Now put your hands back on the wheel sir.” Hardly looking at the wallet he tapped on the back window. “You, ma’am. Step out of the vehicle, please.”
Declan grinned at the cop with his teeth shut and said under his breath, “Just fucking with us.” He gave Courtenay’s back a gentle shove. Flustered, she smoothed her skirt. Her head spun. She looked to Liam, then back at Declan. The cop tapped Liam’s wallet on his open hand, then he tapped on the window again. “Would you step out of the vehicle please, Ma’am.”
She got out. The cop was tall. Broad. She felt tiny in front of him. “Shut the door, Ma’am.” Then he studied her face for a long time. He looked back to his buddy in the car and gave him a nod.
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