by Korry Smith
He pressed his weight into me and laid my body back. I slid my fingers into his hair, gripping and pulling at it, bringing his mouth away from my neck and back up to my face. I yanked him down to my waiting lips, kissing him deeply and forcefully. He tasted like that peppermint gum he always chewed, and I couldn’t get enough.
My legs hitched up, and his hands were grasping my bare thighs, digging his fingers into my skin, and thrusting his pelvis into me. I could feel his hardness poking through. It had been too long since I felt him inside me and my need for him overruled my rational thinking. I was frantic, and desperate, as my fingers reached down and fumbled with the button-fly on his jeans.
A loud clap and a disapproving voice ruined the moment. “Hey now! You two stop that!”
My eyes snapped open, and Alex pulled away from me. We both looked over and saw an older gentleman standing at the front of the car. He was glaring and gesturing at us to stop dry-humping each other with his wrinkled, calloused fingers.
I laughed, covering my face with my hands, insanely embarrassed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex said, removing his body from mine. “We’re leaving.”
The old man grumbled, still bitching about our indecency as he walked away. I peeked through my fingers and up at Alex. He was rolling his eyes, mouthing a slew of obscenities at the guy, and flipping him off.
He looked down at me, grinning crookedly. “Look at what you started.”
“Me?!” I gasped, sitting up and jumping down from the hood.
“Yeah, I’m blaming this on you,” Alex said, opening the car door for me. “You wrapped those hot little legs of yours around me and talked all sorts of filthiness, what was I supposed to do? I’m a man, baby. I can’t fight against your womanly wiles.”
Falling back into the seat, I shook my head and giggled. “Oh, okay. You poor baby. You’re such a helpless victim.”
He leaned in to kiss me on the nose. “Exactly.”
After closing my door, he walked around the front, smirking, and adjusting himself. He joined me in the car and noticed my belt wasn’t on. Reaching across me, doing it all, just to ensure his most prized possession was safe, he buckled me in. Putting the keys in the ignition and turning it over, the Chevelle rumbled. Revving the engine, Alex shifted the car into reverse, spinning the wheel and screeching the tires. They barked, and then he did a hard shift into first, propelling us forward and leaving long, black rubber marks on the concrete.
The Chevelle hit the road doing fifty-five and headed towards nowhere.
Nothing but desert and flat land on the horizon.
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road, and unaware of my movements. My gaze fell on his forearms, strong and muscular, tatted and skin obscured. I bit my lip, feeling the desire to devour this man take over again. The thought of kissing and having my way with him as he drove, a real and helpless victim to my wants, excited me.
Making sure no one was behind us, I summoned all my courage and pulled my shirt over my head.
Alex saw movement and did a brief glance in my direction. He turned back towards the road, but the image of me topless made him do a double-take. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Hey, eyes forward, mister,” I quipped, pushing his face away and redirecting his attention from me. “Drive and don’t worry about what I’m doing.”
Unbuttoning my shorts, I lifted my hips up to pull them off and threw them in the back seat. As my thumbs slipped under the sides of my thongs, I caught a glimpse of Alex salivating, watching me carefully and intently. I jerked them down enough for him to get a peek at my black landing strip.
“Jesus, Madi.” Alex groaned. He had his fingers clenched so tightly around the steering wheel that blood was seeping through the gauze.
I removed my underwear and placed the lacey fabric around his rearview mirror. Alex jerked the car towards the right, trying to pull off the road. I gripped the wheel, turning it back towards the black asphalt.
“Keep driving,” I said.
“What? You can’t expect me to keep driving and not touch you when you’re sitting there naked,” he said as his eyes roamed over me; unsure where he needed to look first. The poor guy was losing his mind.
“Who said you weren’t allowed to touch me?” I moved across the center console and pressed my breasts up against his bicep. My lips were at his ear. “All I want is for you to keep driving.”
He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down nervously.
“And try not to crash,” I added, taking his earlobe into my mouth, and sucking on it.
I slid my hand down his body. He tensed, shifting in his seat as I palmed him, pressing down firmly, and feeling the hardness that lay beneath. Unzipping his jeans, I reached in through the slit in his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his dick. I squeezed, but then, stroked him slowly up and slowly down.
“Fuck,” he hissed, banging the back of his head against the seat, and slightly easing off the gas pedal. I put my hand on his knee and pushed his foot down. The car accelerated, and we shot forward as the speedometer needle moved towards eighty.
“Go faster,” I said, pulling him out of his pants.
The head of his penis was glistening with teardrops of pre-cum. My thumb rolled over it, spreading it down and along with his hard, heart-pulsating shaft. He grunted and twitched in my grasp. I glanced down to get a good look at the piercing for the first time. Unlike the ring in his lip, this one was titanium black and a curved barbell. I licked my lips eagerly, curious to feel the bead on the tip of my tongue.
There’s no time like the present.
Dipping my head down, I took him into my mouth. The skin was smooth, soft, and salty, but the heat of him excited my taste buds. Alex’s size took some adjusting. My movements were shallow, barely taken him in fully. Pulling back, and gripping him tight and firm, I took the bead in between my teeth and tugged gently. More pre-cum came up as I squeezed the head. I craved every part of him. Flicking my tongue out, I lapped up his flavor. The sound of my humming and the sight of my ass in the air threw him over the edge.
“Fuck!” He took a fistful of my hair, bucking his hips, and shoving me down.
Taking his cock in as deep as I could, I kept my mouth open and stayed still, allowing him to fuck me at his own pace. Each thrust hit me hard in the back of the throat. It became too impossible, and as much as I got off on his moans and the taste of his cock, I had to pull back to breathe.
Glancing up briefly, I saw how much Alex wanted to pull over, but I wouldn’t hear of it.
Sitting up, I made sure the road remained deserted and free of onlookers before continuing my assault. It was Alex and me. Deciding to move this game along, I positioned myself on his lap. He cursed as the weight of my body flattened his cock down. The long, hardened length wedged firmly between bare, wet pussy lips was an incredible feeling. Even a gentle rock of my hips would cause maddening friction.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, one hand steering while the other gripped my ass. He looked around me, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
“Drive faster,” I purred into his ear. “Show me what this baby can do.”
He moaned, biting down hard on my shoulder, and the car accelerated, the dry landscape zipping past us. I lifted myself up to my knees, pushing my hard nipples into his face, coaxing him into taking a little taste. He couldn’t resist, engulfing his mouth over them, sucking on them.
Fuck! Does he have any idea what that does to me?
Reaching down and taking hold of him tightly, I rub the tip of his cock along the slick lips, getting him wet, and positioned him at my entrance. The sheer size of him made me hesitate. I remembered the pain before. Would it be the same or something much more pleasurable?
Slowly and agonizingly, I lowered myself down on his cock. The feeling of his hot skin against my own, without a condom, felt right. The difference was startling, even though I could never explain why, I wanted to explore him
this way, unprotected and unabated, forever.
Pushing myself down further, I clenched around him, making things tighter. It took some time for my body to ease up and conform to him, but soon he was all the way in and entirely sheathed by me.
“Oh, God.” I sighed and threw my head back.
“Don’t move,” Alex said, panicked and urgent, as he twitched and pulsed inside.
My need to move and feel him made me impatient. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I rose up on my knees, slowly pulling him out. When the barbell flicked the outer part of my pussy, I slid myself back down. Each stroke, it got slicker, and my inner walls and muscles loosened around him, making it easier to ride his dick.
“Fuck!” Alex closed his eyes and banged his head on the seat’s headrest.
We were flying down the highway and going well over the speed limit. The faster the car went, the harder and rougher I fucked him. Biting down on my lip, unable to control myself, I grabbed his face and forced his gaze on me. I leaned in and kissed him, hungrily and deep.
Alex jerked away from my lips and looked around me. “Jesus fucking shit!”
The wheel yanked abruptly to the right; the car went off the road. The force of it was throwing us over to the left. I held on to him as the Chevelle spun in circles, kicking up dust and clouding us in its brown haze. Alex straightened her back out, driving us further into the desert until we were far away and hidden from curious eyes on the highway. He slammed on the brakes, throwing me back against the steering wheel.
As soon as he put the car into park, his mouth was on me, licking and sucking on my nipples, taking the stiff peak, and grazing it with his teeth. I cried out, swaying, and rotating my body, sending him deeper into me. He grunted, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me up, his dick sliding in and out a few more times before ultimately retreating.
“No,” I whimpered, missing the contact.
Alex laid me back on my seat, my head facing the passenger side door. He slid his hand down my body, the pad of his fingertips tickling my clit. I moaned, gripping the dashboard and the leather seat, needing something to steady me. My legs shook as he slipped his two fingers into me, pumping, and curving them upward.
Kissing me on the inside of my knees, he worked his way down to my thighs. He nipped the skin, pulling away and removing his fingers. He opened the car door and got out. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up on my elbows. Standing outside, Alex had his pants down and he was sliding a condom on. Licking the palm of his hand, he stroked himself a few times, lubricating the shaft in preparation for the latex.
Turning back to me, the wanting and panting mess, he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me towards him in one swift motion. He spread my legs and positioned himself between my thighs, pressing the head of his cock against me. He slid it up and down my lips, wetting the tip, before slamming back into me, hitting deep. He crashed his lips to mine, thrusting at a rough and needy pace. My hands flew up to the back of his neck and dug my nails into his damp skin. He grunted into my mouth, pushing, and shoving more forcefully. I lifted my legs up, shifting my ass downward and crossing my ankles around his backside, pulling him into me, needing to feel every inch of him.
“Fuck,” he swore, kissing me and biting at my lips, plunging harder and faster.
It was building and gaining momentum, my toes curling and my body tensing, the feeling of flames licking and quickly overtaking me. I was close. I could feel it coming on as my inner walls begin to contract and spasm around Alex, causing him to propel and drive into me even more.
With our lips tightly pressed together, I screwed my eyes shut, and let the fire consume me in its flames. It was swift, leaving me before I had a chance to grasp it, but the aftershocks of it were long-lasting. Alex fought hard to hold out, gripping at the seats, thrusting, and grunting, but eventually, it overtook him.
My guy slid into me, jerking and frantic, twitching and releasing. He slowed, giving one last push until he was crawled all the way inside my body. That’s where he stopped.
Dropping his head on my shoulder, he kept his weight off me by propping himself on his weak and shaky arms. “Holy shit. You’re crazy.”
“Yeah, maybe I am.” My fingers climbed up into his hair and gently scratched his scalp. “But that’s why you love me.”
I froze as my eyes went wide. Why did I fucking say that? It was a slip, but he was going to take it the wrong way.
I just knew it.
How could I be so dumb?
Alex lifted his head up, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face and kissing me softly on the forehead. He stared into my eyes, a blissful blue on a bipolar hazel, and smiled. “That’s not the only reason why.”
Chapter Ten
We traveled in and out of the States, hotel after hotel, and with really no destination in mind. We were drifters on the highway taking in the country but also keeping close tabs on the news coverage back home.
The story there didn’t lessen but elaborated. Terry was in the hospital with a fractured jaw and was eating through a straw. Susan pleaded with the people of Arizona to stay vigilant and help the police find us, but her cries were pointless. Alex was smart and stayed ahead of the law by always moving and never interacting with people. He brought five thousand dollars with him to fund our trip, but that wouldn’t last forever.
Eventually, we were going to have to do something to get money. Alex didn’t seem too concerned about our future, but I was getting antsy. I knew that neither of us was going to settle down and get a respectable job. If anything, we would go back to Arizona and face whatever awaited us there. Knowing how we were, and our avoidance of taking responsibility for any wrongdoing, it seemed unlikely that we would ever go home.
So, where did that leave us?
Clarksville, Missouri, that’s where, and at some random hotel right off the expressway. We were passing through like we always do. The odd thing about being on the run with Alex, it felt natural, and the most stable my life has ever been. If we didn’t have the chaos of our past looming over our heads, we would be like any other couple, chilling on a Saturday night watching television and eating lousy food.
But the day we’d been waiting for had finally come: April 19th.
My birthday.
I was eighteen, and as expected, nothing about me was different. My tits didn’t grow a cup size, I wasn’t any wiser, and the only noticeable difference when I woke up was that Alex was gone. The cold sheets on his side of the bed proved he left me before the sun came up.
That was two hours ago, and still no word from him. I sat on the edge of the bed as my toes tapped a worried beat on the floor, and the red door ignored my pleas to spring open, and just stayed closed.
Where was he?
“Damn him,” I mumbled, getting up and putting on my coat.
Flicking open the blinds to peek outside, I saw the Chevelle parked downstairs. Alex had to be within walking distance. If I had a fucking phone, I could text him to see where he was, and I wouldn’t have to leave this warm, cozy bed to find him. That was on my to-do list, for sure.
Taking the gun, I shut off the TV and left to face the bitter world. Closing the door and locking it behind me, the frosty wind met me with a breath that showed in the air. It nipped hard. Being an Arizonan native, I had zero tolerance for the cold. There wasn’t a flake of snow on the ground, but the pool below, covered with a tarp, had freezing water seeping above and pulling it down. It told me, not even the people who dealt with this weather was stupid enough to swim. It might be spring but didn’t feel like it.
Coming around the corner to the stairs, I caught a glimpse of messy black hair. Alex had his head down with a pillow sack clasped in his hands. He shifted it over his shoulder, and his shirt went up, exposing the Colt in his waistband.
Madder than hell, I narrowed my eyes at him. “What did you do?”
Alex’s head shot up. He was wearing black aviator sunglasses so that I couldn’t see his eyes, but damn him
all to hell; it enhanced his beautiful smile ten folds. “Happy birthday, baby.”
He was at the top of the stairs now, walking over to me casually, with that ambiguous bag swinging from side to side.
“No, don’t you ‘Happy birthday, baby’ me. What did you do?”
“You look beautiful today. Did you do your hair?” He bent down, kissing me on the lips as he passed, still avoiding my question.
“Alex,” I hissed in a hushed voice, trailing after him.
I stopped, quickly looking over the side balcony and out towards the road. There was nothing. No red and blue lights, no SWAT vans, just the sound of birds chirping happily, and the occasional passing car. Whatever he had done, it hadn’t seemed to have caught up with him, but with our horrible luck, the clock was ticking.
Entering the safety of our room, I closed the door behind me and pressed my back against it, waiting, not so patiently, for him to tell me what he did. I wasn’t stupid; I knew what he had done. I wasn’t even mad that he did it. What bothered me was that he did it without me on my fucking birthday.
“I can’t believe you,” I huffed, outwardly pouting, and crossing my arms over my chest.
Alex looked up at me, reading my expression for the first time. He frowned, pulling out the ski mask from his back pocket and throwing it on the bed. “I’m sorry, baby, but we needed money.”
I groaned and pushed myself off the door. “I know we do. I just wished you would’ve included me, you know?”
He chuckled, gripping me by the back of the neck and kissing me on my forehead. “Tomorrow, I promise. It’ll be just you and me.”
“Tomorrow?!” I asked surprised, unable to hide that twitch of a smile at the thought of a next time spun in my head, and with the possibility of it happening soon. “Seriously?”
“Unless you plan on robbing a bank, kid.” He let out a heavy sigh as he sat on the side of the bed. “It’s an everyday thing. The score doesn’t last that long with this small-time shit.”
Puzzled by the loaded pillowcase in his hands, I took it from him. “So, where did you go?”