Blood and Guts - Left for Dead: A Romantic Suspense

by Gabi Moore

  Even though I was exhausted, I had more nervous energy than I knew what to do with. There was, historically, only one thing that could take the edge off of being that wound up. I hated being this physically dependent on anyone, but that was an aspect of the human condition. I knew I didn’t need to ask — the cure for my problem was always available. All you needed to do most of the time was express interest.

  I needed to get fucked, and desperately.

  Aden was in the back, just starting to come to his senses. I felt like a predator getting ready to pounce on my prey, but I couldn’t afford to deal with any pretensions at the moment. Once my mind was fixated on the idea of getting some of his cock inside of me, there wasn’t much room for going back.

  A hunger took ahold of me.

  I felt empty, and weak on the inside, and I needed someone to hold onto me and fill me up. The thoughts I had developed throughout the drive had all been directed toward Aden. Ultimately, I saw myself as coming to understand him more. I saw myself as even potentially falling for him. These emotions had all built up at the base of my interactions with him. My body remembered the way that he had fucked me before. I felt an urgent need to replicate those experiences.

  I knew that it wouldn’t be the same.

  He was wounded, and we were in a public park just inside of Brooklyn, NY.

  The windows were tinted, and it was early enough to where the streets weren’t busy yet.

  They say the city doesn’t sleep, and while they might be right — dawn is not a popular time for the crowds of people that live in this neighborhood. There were a few people out in the park, doing some Tai Chi, or going for a stroll. They didn’t matter.

  They couldn’t even see us anyways.

  I reached my hands along my body to give myself a sense of physical anticipation.

  Yep, I thought. This thing’s ready to go.

  I crawled into the back, and curled up next to him for a minute.

  He put his hand around my shoulder like he had that first night. I remembered the sensation of acceptance that I had felt at that moment. Even then, when I didn’t know who he was, he had been generous to me. That was something special, regardless of whether or not I wanted to admit it myself.

  I began to work my ass into him, pushing along the length of his cock and working him up into a state of arousal. He was hard before his eyes were open.

  “What’s this about?” he asked.

  I could feel him looking around, but I knew that he was already ready to go for it. Once a man’s cock is in position, the rest of the details just take care of themselves. Without any sense of pretension, I pulled his pants down and positioned myself over his erection.

  “Relax,” I told him, not even bothering to make eye contact.

  My eyes were focused entirely on the head of his dick. I knew that it was more than a bit absurd to be so sexually driven, but we had made it to New York, and I needed to be fucked.

  This course of action seemed to be the obvious conclusion in my mind — but that may have just been the tail end of the drugs talking.

  I brought my head down, and tilted to the side while I licked around the head of his penis. He felt hot and warm on the lips of my mouth. I worked my mouth over his head in small, repeated motions. My right hand stroked he shaft with a slow and steady rhythm.

  When I heard him gasp, I slowed down, and gave his head a long slow lick.

  I removed my pants next so he could touch me. As his hands explored my breasts, I felt that familiar glow of sexual health rise up in my body. Without a word, I turned to the side, and made myself available to him.

  A surge of energy overtook him, and he fitted his cock inside of my vagina.

  His hands gripped a hold of my hips and rocked me back and forth into him. The thrill of having a place to put his cock woke him up from his slumber. He lifted my leg up and squatted up in the back of the SUV. With a steady pace, he shoved his cock into me.

  I cried out with relief as the pressure of his dick pressed up against the underside of my clit. His hand squeezed my breath, and all I could do was breathe and let him use me. The space was so small, and the car began to rock intensely side to side while he fucked me.

  He reached his hand over to stroke my clit, and I was all in.

  “Move over,” I grunted, with the tone of a lioness.

  Both of us were coming back to life as a result of this fuck, and I was going to make the most of it.

  I rode his cock in reverse while he laid back with his head against one of the tinted windows of the van. About half his cock pushed in and out of me while his fingers massaged my clit. I would bounce on him slightly — just enough to keep up the sensation.

  The whole time, he held onto my ass, or my breasts, and just looked at me, with admiration in his eyes.

  “Fucking hell, Aden,” I moaned as he spread my legs wider. “I want you deeper than that.”

  I turned around so I could really slam my hips down onto him while we fucked. Leaning over to the side, I bounced down on him hard while he grabbed ahold of my ass. When I was really feeling it, I rocked my hips into him and worked his dick, slow and easy.

  When he was really feeling it, he would lick his fingers and slide them into my asshole while we fucked.

  “Get off and suck me,” he commanded.

  I did as I was told, and this time I gave him more love than I had before. The way I focused on his cock wasn’t as intent on being arousing for him — and more because I was simply enjoying myself.

  The feeling of his hand along the skin of my back felt comforting.

  A sharp slap on my ass brought me back into the moment, and soon he was in control of the situation once more.

  I was on my hands and knees next while he spread my labia apart and looked at me.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said.

  I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

  I was tired and giddy from being fucked.

  “Just stick it in.”

  He began to work my cunt with his dick, and my ass with a finger. The process was slow, but I held onto the side of the car with anticipation. When he finally stuck the head of his dick in my ass, I closed my eyes and let the sensation of pressure sweep over my body.

  In moments, he was in, and fucking me with the entire length of his dick. I was tight, and the pressure was too much. I couldn’t focus on anything else. My hips shifted upward toward his cock. He stood up and towered over me.

  As he pumped is cock into me, my mouth opened in ecstasy.

  Saliva actually poured out of my cheek and onto the carpet of the SUV. I opened my eyes wide, and let myself feel the full force of his cock.

  “Fucking hell… I want it deeper,” I told him. “Sit down.”

  When he pulled out, I felt a sense of warmth rush though my body, and a shiver go up my spine. He sat back, and immediately, I missed having him inside of me. I climbed on top of him like an addict, and rode him in reverse once more. As his cock pumped in and out of my ass, I worked my body into the movement. I wanted to fuck him more than he was fucking me.

  I wanted to control what was happening to me, and push my own pleasure into override. Too much of my sexuality had been outside of my own domain these days. Now, it was time to change.

  I worked his cock harder, letting his entire shaft slip inside of my ass, and back out again. Furiously, he moved his wet fingers back and forth on the surface of my clit. We held onto one another with our eyes, and I felt myself pushing toward a release.

  I cried out, and without warning, sprayed the back of the passenger seat in my orgasm.

  My mouth was open, and my body was convulsing in a series of contractions and releases. He pushed past the spray, and drove me to nearly black out from the intensity of the release.

  During the whole thing, my ass clenched up and I felt him give.

  Inside of me, his cock swelled up and shot his load deep.

  As soon as he started, there was no use for either of us
to go back.

  He pumped on, as what must have been years’ worth of pressure was released into my body all in one series of thrusts.

  I lost track of the number of contractions that took place between the two of us. All I know is that when it was done, the two of us were out of breath, and I was lying backward on his naked body. His cock slid out from me, slowly, and I gave him a kiss. His hand rested on my nipple, touching me softly with his index finger. We kissed once more, and then held onto one another, enjoying the afterglow for all it was worth.

  “That was a beautiful escape…” I confessed. “Something I needed, badly.”

  His only reply was to squeeze me tighter toward his body.

  In spite of our other issues, we at least had the sex part down to a science.

  Chapter 20 - Aden

  I lay stunned afterward for a number of minutes, just trying to catch my breath.

  Fucking while on the job was never a good idea. Fucking while on the job and losing your load was a terrible idea. The fact that I had enjoyed her, and allowed myself to grow closer was problematic in and of itself. However, the real danger was in the fact that I was more vulnerable now than any other point in recent memory.

  The night’s rest in the sleep had done a lot to help my body recover. Instead of being in a critical state, I was just sore all over. During the actual fuck, my body felt incredible. Even the first time we had fucked back at the cabin, wasn’t anything compared to that level of euphoria. I think the primary difference was that both of us actually cared more about one another.

  Spread out in the back of the SUV, holding onto Lorin’s hand, I told her. “You know, I think you’re falling for me.”

  “How do you figure?” she asked, hitting me in the shoulder.

  “Could have been the way you moaned my name while you were coming,” I replied.

  “Don’t get cocky, I’ve done that for tons of men.”

  “Oh, have you?”

  “Sure thing, why do you think we got into this whole problem in the first place?”

  “Ooh,” I laughed, letting her have her fun. “Well, you’re an expensive lay then, aren’t you?”

  She turned toward me, and her expression changed into one of actual sadness.

  “You know, when you’re coming down off of uppers like that, it’s totally reasonable to expect that your emotions are going to be a bit haywire.”

  “What?” she replied, indignantly. “I can’t just look at you and actually care about you as a person?”

  “I’d prefer you didn’t.”

  The callous response was one of those pre-canned ways of distancing myself emotionally from what was happening around me. As soon as I had said it, I saw her response was unhappy. She could tell it was a way to push her away, and it was clear she was offended.

  “We’ll, that’s all you need to say then,” she said, quietly.

  Something vital had changed in her demeanor. I had seen that kind of change before in previous relationships. Usually, it marked the coming of the end.

  In spite of my better judgement, my heart closed.

  “What, so all of the sudden you care about me?”

  “I think that transformation has been pretty obvious.”

  “It’s called an attachment through a period of heightened stress. You’ve seen it in the movies. Hell, Ian Flemming made an entire franchise about it.”

  She looked around confused, and then sat up in the back of the SUV.

  “If this is all some kind of reactionary state of being, I’m not sure what to say. My mind isn’t clear…”

  “You’re also coming down from exhaustion and a speed high.”

  She was quiet, and stared into the far end of the car.

  People were outside of the vehicle now, passing by on their way to work. The streets were increasingly alive, or perhaps I was simply paying more attention to the outside world.

  “So what’s the plan?” I asked. “I mean we can’t take down CONTEK without bringing you down as well.”

  “I hadn’t thought about it.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “No, really… I don’t know what to say. Ryan probably has got his bases covered in terms of the legal repercussions for his business. He has his own people who he puts into power for dangerous work.”

  “That would be the people we killed back at the bunker.”

  “True.”

  “And if I just go in and kill the guy, what then?”

  “Look at yourself,” she said.

  “I wouldn’t underestimate my abilities.”

  “Don’t be cocky, it doesn’t suit you.”

  Now it was my turn to be salty.

  “If Ryan dies, and I’m still alive, the company will revert de facto to me. The previous hold that Ryan had on CONTEK would be devalidated. I would not only resume control of my own company, but I would have all of the assets that fell underneath the merger as well.”

  “You were working with him--” She stopped, and turned toward me.

  “I thought you had pieced that together by now.”

  “Sure, I knew you two were up to something, but I didn’t know how conscious it was. You went into this relationship with him willingly. How do I know you didn’t have a hand in hiring the very men that tried to kill us?”

  “Oh, what, you think I would hire someone to kill me off, hoping that I could drag you into it, and somehow use you as a tool to assassinate Ryan?”

  “More desperate schemes have been hatched.”

  “You really are a piece of work,” she replied, scathingly.

  “Not so sure about that, Lorin. After all, you have had enough opportunities to tell me the truth.”

  She didn’t respond at this claim. I watched her bravery disappear into self-doubt. She knew I was right. Of course, I had expressed this much days ago when I had first met her. The things I hadn’t figured out then came clear when Charlie sent me the information about her company. I could have put together the fact that she was going to be in a position to benefit from all of this, but I was preoccupied.

  “So, what’s your alternative plan? Assuming you’re not able to kill him, are you going to go after him somehow?”

  Her face darkened with anger.

  “Blackmail, that might do. Get into your own psychological power games shit with him. Keep him under your thumb until the two of you kill one another off at the end of it all.”

  The prognostication sounded like it might actually work out.

  If the men at the outer bunker had been sufficiently hidden away from Ryan’s assets, then he would be free from immediate danger. However, if she could somehow prove that he had been involved in all of that activity, then she might be able to keep a hold on him. She would also retain control of the operation that the two of them had set up.”

  “I can’t believe you fucked me again…”

  This was too much. She snapped.

  “You know, while you were passed out and I was driving your ass to New York, I actually believed that there was something positive inside of you. I actually felt like I could identify with you. Like I understood why you were so mistrustful of people.”

  “I’m right more often than not.”

  My reply was curt, and dismissive. I didn’t deal well with people yelling at me. I wasn’t in a position to physically express my anger. If I had been in other circumstances, or if she had been a man — I might have done things differently.

  Women were different.

  They know you weren’t going to hit them unless they broke that rule of engagement. Psychological manipulation, however — that was all fair game.

  “Turns out you’re just a heartless piece of shit. I don’t think there’s anything left in there anyways. I was a fool.”

  I was starting to lose it.

  “Who was that woman in the cafe? Why would you fuck me if you don’t trust me?”

  “The woman in the cafe! You’re still thinking about that?”

  “I
mean what, you just fuck whoever you like, kill whoever you like — must be some kind of life.”

  “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

  “Really,” she replied sarcastically.

  She wanted me to go on, but I was finished.

  I didn’t give a fuck any longer.

  “I can’t stay here and listen to your shit. You don’t appreciate what I’ve done for you. You’re not being on the level with me. You don’t have a fucking plan — and all you can manage to do is ask me who the woman at the cafe is?”

  “You going to give me an answer?”

  My body hurt, but I was finished.

  “I need to get the fuck out of this car, or I’m going to kill you.”

  “Ha!” she said bitterly. “Fuck and kill, that’s all you know how to do. To think I believed you were a real man.”

  I started seeing red. I needed to get out of the car, and fast. I shoved on my clothes, and grabbed the bag of shit she had taken from the bunker. There would be enough in there to get me wherever I needed to go.

  “Good luck figuring out what to do now,” I told her, not caring whether or not she went to jail.

  “I’m smarter than you give me credit for.”

  “Oh, I never doubted that. It’s just you don’t have loyalty for shit, and that’s not a good trait to have with someone you are planning on running a team with.”

  “Loyalty!” she shrieked. “The woman in the cafe! Your cum is still leaking out of my body, and you can’t even tell me who she is. How’s that for loyalty.”

  I popped the rear door of the SUV and stumbled out onto the pavement. My body hurt more than it should have, and I needed somewhere to go and heal.

  I slammed the door, leaving her to her own devices.

  “Fuck it,” I muttered.

  I could find my way out. I didn’t need to stick around and endure bullshit from someone who couldn’t even come clean to me about the most basic of information. There was no reason for me to tell her about Anna.

  “If I can’t trust you to talk to me straight about your own fucking life, why she hell should I tell you about mine?”

  A quick eye around, and I realized where we were at — we had made it to Brooklyn, and I needed a place to lay low.