“Yeah, no problem.”
“Hey, remember if you fuckin’ puke you’ve gotta clean it up yourself.”
“Fuck you, Chaos.”
I smirked, getting exactly the answer I’d expected. It was the same thing every time.
Chapter Eighteen
Cynda
As soon as he’d closed the door I fell backwards and pulled the sheet over my head. Oh my God. I shouldn’t have done it, but it’d been freakin’ incredible. He did things to me…I wanted more. I’m sex crazed, it has to be that. He must have flipped some kind of switch when he made love to me, err fucked me. Let’s not go down that path, there’s no good ending there.
Where could it go, though? I had no intention of ending up like my mother. I would not wait my entire life for someone to come back who didn’t even know I existed. I loved her but I wasn’t going to repeat her life. I had plans and they didn’t include music. Once again I could hear Michelle in my head, asking me who I was trying so hard to convince.
Ugh…fuck me running. I shouldn’t have given in, but who could have looked into his face and said no? Not anyone I know—he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Yeah, I know he probably had it nailed down, but it worked and I wasn’t going to regret it no matter what happened next.
The door opened and I sat up in the bed pulling the sheets up around my neck. He laughed when he saw me.
“Hiding now? A little late for that isn’t it?”
“I wasn’t sure it was you.”
“Gotcha. No one else comes in here besides me and now you. You don’t have to worry. I’d fuckin’ kill them if they did.”
I nodded, watching him move around the room. He kicked off his jeans and climbed on to the bed next to me, and handed me a bottle of water.
“Thanks. What about the towels?”
“Fuck. I forgot,” he grinned. “I have some in here so it’s cool.” He opened one of the bottom drawers and pulled a couple out. “Now that I think about it, I’d rather clean you up with my tongue.”
The heat rose in my cheeks and I told myself this was normal and amazing and I needed to enjoy it while it lasts. Deciding it was now or never, I tossed off the sheet and turned toward him smiling.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said with a low growl. “You’re fuckin’ amazing.”
I put my finger to his lips to stop him and pushed him onto his back. His eyes opened wider when I straddled him, but then he grinned like he’d just been given forbidden candy. Oh he had no idea. He thought he was the only one who could make someone beg. He was in for a huge surprise, and thinking about it made me want to giggle, until I looked into his eyes.
The first touch of our lips and the fire ignited again. It amazed me how he could make me burn with need with just a kiss. My nipples were hard and my pussy soaked and just straddling him was getting him soaked too. It’d be my turn to clean him up soon.
Wrapping his hair around my hands I held him in place as I slid my tongue between his lips, kissing him like my life depended on it, then I pulled his lower lip between my teeth and sucked on it. He still tasted a little like me and I was quickly learning to love the flavor.
I pushed his arms above his head. “No touching, this time it’s about you.”
“But…”
“Nope, you move those hands and I’ll find something to tie you with.” I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, but his cock danced and twitched against my pussy giving me my answer. I squirmed against his dick, making sure it was good and wet from my juices and rubbed it against my clit as I slid down his body.
I licked and sucked his nipples until they were as hard as mine. I snuck a peek at his face and he was watching me, his eyes glittered in the semi-darkness of the room. I was so focused on him when he bucked his hips, pushing his throbbing cock against my clit I moaned. “No moving.”
“You said no hands.”
“No moving. Stay still, you’re my boy toy.”
“I’m no boy.”
“No shit…but you’re my toy for now and you need to be still.” I gave him the most seductive look I could come up with and continued my exploration of his body. I left bite marks from his nipples, across his rock hard abs, and down toward his belly button. I was following the Trent Trail and I wasn’t stopping until I made him beg.
His chest was mostly hairless, with only little patches around his nipples and the thin trail to his cock. He tried to sit up as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, but I pushed him back down. “Trent, be a good boy or you’ll be sorry,” I warned him as my tongue slid along the side of his cock from base to tip. He was covered with my juices and our flavors were so sexy together, tangy, sweet, and musky—and I liked it. Licking and sucking on him like a Tootsie Roll pop, I wondered how many licks until I found the gooey center.
He was struggling to stay still, his hips moved a few times and his fingers gripped the sheets until they were all balled up in his in hands. I slid down further until I was kneeling between his legs, dragging my fingernails up and down his inner thighs. He moaned and his dick bounced against his stomach. Oh yeah, he was getting close, and sweat ran down his chest.
I watched his head fall back against the pillows and I grabbed his balls in my hand, squeezing gently, I didn’t want to hurt him, just drive him crazy. His head popped back up and he moaned.
“Oh, baby, shit, you’re killing me here. I want you.”
“I know, and you’ll have me soon.”
“Fuck that, I want you now.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I stopped touching him, and he moaned again with defeat. “Fine. Have it your way, but don’t be surprised if I shoot my cum all over you.”
I didn’t answer him. Instead I took his balls in my mouth and sucked, rolling them around, learning their feel, their taste, while my hands caressed his dick from base to head. Pre-cum glistened and I rubbed it into the head of his cock. It was so hard it felt like a steel rod. I had to hold back my own moans, I wanted him so bad, I knew it’d only take one more rub of his cock against my clit for me to orgasm, but I wanted him inside me when I came. I was going to ride him to the freakin’ moon and back.
I saw his rubbers on the table and grabbed one. Tearing the packet and pulling it out, I drew him into my mouth and sucked him deep one more time before rolling the condom down his rigid length.
The breath hissed from between his teeth as I lowered my dripping pussy over his cock and took just the tip of him inside. Holding him there, I leaned over to lick and bite his nipples.
“Cyn, please. Oh fuck, I need to cum, I need you.”
I smiled but he wasn’t begging nearly enough yet.
“Mmm, you feel so good. Maybe a little deeper,” I murmured and took a little more of his dick inside, sliding up and down but only inches at a time.
“Shit.”
Each time I slid a little further down his cock, it was killing me too. I wanted the pleasure-pain his huge cock created as he filled me full.
“Fuck, Cyn. Enough. Please…”
I stopped for just a moment, before sliding all the way down his rod, taking all of him. He was so big, almost too big, but after taking a moment, I started to adjust to the feeling and rode him like the boy toy I’d told him he was.
He watched, his eyes full of desire as I pinched and pulled on my nipples while riding his cock. Each down thrust rubbed my clit against him and soon I was shaking and on the verge of my own orgasm.
Not paying attention to my rules, he flipped me onto my back and rammed inside me over and over. Not gentle, but neither of us wanted gentle.
“Oh God, Trent,” I screamed his name as I came hard around his cock and he followed me off the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, oh God,” he yelled out as he came hard inside my pussy.
When we could both breathe, he dropped his forehead to touch mine and his hair closed us off from the world like a curtain. I reached up to touch it and he smiled.
> “You’re fuckin’ incredible.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“Liked? Fuck, girl, you almost killed me.”
I grinned. Satisfied I’d done what I’d hoped. Even if we never saw each other again after this trip, I didn’t think he’d ever forget me now, and I needed him to remember me.
“Payback’s a bitch huh?”
Laughing, he reached for the water bottle, handing it to me first I took a long drink. I was so thirsty, creating memories was hard work. Yawning, I slid under the sheet, feeling tired and sore. He pulled the blanket up over me and the last thing I remember was seeing him smile as he pushed my bangs back and kissed me on the forehead.
“Good night, baby…”
Chapter Nineteen
Chaos
Holy fucking shit.
Pulling off the rubber I tossed it in the garbage as I sat on the edge of the bed. Pushing my sweaty hair back I wanted another shower bad but I didn’t want to leave her either. She was a wild woman. She was so tight and so wet, just thinking about it now made my cock half hard after two orgasms. She couldn’t be very experienced from how tight she was but she sure as fuck knew what to do to drive me crazy. That shit about not moving? Holy fuck that was hot, and her tongue. Oh fuck.
The guys had to have heard us, did I care? Nah, I just hoped they wouldn’t embarrass Cyn tomorrow. It was fuckin’ incredible and I couldn’t think of anything except her. Sex had never been like that with anyone else, but was it just sex and I had to keep telling myself that. She was working her way past my walls and it wasn’t good. There was so much going on¸ I didn’t have time for this, but could I walk away from her either?
I’d meant it when I said I could live on Cyn, she’d changed everything in a couple of days, I didn’t want to think about what it’d be like when she left.
She looked so sweet lying there sleeping. Her breathing quiet and even, the rest of the innocent, Sally would have said. I realized I didn’t know anything about her other than she worked for Symmetry. I needed to find out more. But first I needed a shower. No way would I be able to sleep feeling this slimy.
*****
She hadn’t moved while I was gone. I slid into bed next to her, turned off the light, and stared at the ceiling of the bus. I wish we were moving, the sound of the tires on the road always helped me relax.
Flashes went through my head of my parents, my dad punching my mother in the face breaking her nose and giving her black eyes, her kneeling beside my bed saying she was sorry but she couldn’t take me with her, and waking up in the morning to a trashed apartment and no one there. Fuck. Thrusting my hands through my hair, I wanted the memories to go away. I needed to focus on anything else besides my parents.
Taking a couple of deep breaths I forced myself to relax, I’d learned that from Sally. She and Jack had saved us all. Every one of us had horrible childhoods, and they’d turned us all around. I needed to call her tomorrow and check on them. I wanted to tell her about Cyn and Sweets, maybe she’d have some advice.
Rolling over I pulled Cyn into my arms, trying not to wake her. She curled right up against me. The beat of her heart and the feel of her silky skin against mine pushed all the bad memories out of my head. Leaning down to sniff her hair, she smelled so good, so fresh and clean, untainted by the horrors of our fuckin’ world, and I needed to make sure she stayed that way.
I must have fallen asleep but something tickling my chest roused me. Still half asleep I tried to push it away and heard giggling. Blinking my eyes a few times before I was able to keep them open, I realized it was Cyn kissing her way down my chest.
“Huh? Why are you awake?” I knew it was a stupid question but my brain wasn’t capable of anything else yet.
“I want you again. I was dreaming and I woke up and I need you.”
Her soft voice in the pre-dawn stillness was like a light switch. I never knew I had an instant on button, but I did now. I was awake and hard as a rock. Glancing over at the clock it was four a.m. Good. I had plenty of time to take care of her.
Reaching out for her I pulled her onto my chest. Kissing her was like drinking in moonlight: pure, beautiful, and mysterious. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Any requests, lover?”
“Me?” she questioned, sounding breathless.
“Uh huh, I want to make you happy, Cyn. Is there something you really enjoy?”
“Well uh, I liked it when you went down on me.”
The way she said it I could tell she’d never said anything like that before, and I liked it.
“Fuck yeah. You deserve a tongue lashing after making me wait.”
I couldn’t see it but I could feel the heat in her cheeks. She was probably glad it was still dark enough that I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t care.
“Baby, I want to try something new with you? Okay?”
“I think so.”
“If you don’t like it just tell me and we’ll stop.” I waited and didn’t hear anything. “Cyn?”
“Sorry, I forgot you can’t see in the dark,” she giggled.
“No problem.” Kissing her one more time I slid my body down the bed a bit.
I helped her onto her hands and knees over my chest so she was straddling my face and I could still play with her beautiful tits. Oh yeah, now this was heaven.
She was nervous at first, but the more I licked, sucked, and teased her tasty clit the more she relaxed. I pushed two fingers into her pussy, trying to be gentle. I heard her sharp inhale and I figured she might be a little sore from the earlier workout. Trying to soothe her, I rubbed against her G-spot and nibbled on her clit. My face was covered with her juices, she was so fuckin’ responsive and she tasted better than any food.
Her breathing changed and the muscles in her pussy grabbed on to my fingers. Smiling against her clit I licked and blew onto the hot little bud.
“Oh God…yes. Feels so good.”
“I know, baby.” Wanting—hell, needing to get her off again, I reached up with my other hand and squeezed her nipple, pinching the hard peak, pushing her over the edge. She came hard, her pussy clenching my fingers so tight it almost hurt. I licked and sucked her until she released my fingers. The muscles in her thighs were shaking against my head and I helped her back onto the bed.
Reaching for the towel on the floor, I wiped off my face and gave her another kiss. “How do you feel now?”
“Oh fuck.”
I laughed, she hardly ever said that, and I had to hold back the pride I felt. It would get you every time.
“Good.”
“But what about you?”
“I’m good.”
“Oh I know. But you’ve got a hard-on.”
Chuckling, I pulled her against me. “Don’t worry, get some rest. We’ll have time later.”
I heard her yawn and she cuddled against me. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone to bed with a hard cock and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. I’d made my girl happy and that’s what counted.
I don’t know how long I’d been asleep but suddenly I was awake, and I mean wide awake. Fuck. HOLY FUCK. She had her mouth around me and was squeezing my balls, almost hard enough to hurt.
“Shit, Cyn, what are you doing?”
“What does it feel like?” she snorted as my cock slid out of her mouth. The cool air against my wet dick startled me. Shit.
Groaning as she slid her mouth over me, sucking me, I arched my back, pushing deeper into her mouth. She took me so deep I hit the back of her throat, and I was surprised she didn’t gag. Instead she sucked harder and took me deep, and I wasn’t small. I’d made most women gag, thick and long and harder than ever.
“Oh God, baby, you’re so good.”
“Mmmmm.”
She sucked and squeezed but when she nibbled the sensitive underside of the head of my cock I blew. I tried to hold back. Fuck, I didn’t even have time to warn her. She sucked down every bit of my cum, licking me clean.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, I loved it.”
“Shit no way…”
“Yeah so shut up and say thank you.”
Chuckling, I pulled her up so I could give her my thanks with a kiss. Sliding my tongue in her mouth I could taste my cum, and it was strange. I’d never done that before but with her, it didn’t matter.
She kissed me then hopped out of bed grabbing my t-shirt before opening the pocket door. I heard the bathroom door close and listened for more. The bus still sounded quiet. Yawning, I looked over at the clock. Five thirty a.m. Fuck. We’d just gotten back to sleep. I was going to be fucked tomorrow that’s for sure.
I was almost asleep when she got back into bed and wrapped her arms around me. “Night, baby,” I murmured more asleep than awake.
Chapter Twenty
Cynda
The sun shining across my face finally woke me up. I turned to look at the clock and every muscle in my body ached, like I’d been run over by a bus. Shit. The memories of last night came flooding back. We’d taken turns waking each other up most of the night. I’d lost track of how many orgasms I’d had but obviously my body hadn’t. I’d been a wild woman, and I knew my cheeks had to be bright pink just thinking about it.
Pulling myself up I saw I was alone in the bed and the clock said eleven twenty-two a.m. Damn I never sleep so long, but then again I bet we didn’t get more than two hours of sleep all night.
Yawning, the need for coffee was almost overwhelming. As soon as I’d had the thought the door slid open and Chaos came in juggling two mugs of coffee and some donuts.
“Wow, my knight in ummm torn jeans,” I giggled as I took one of the mugs from him. Inhaling the glorious scent of coffee, I took a long drink. Damn, he’d even made it right. It was just sweet enough without being too sweet. “Thank you.”
He smiled and sat down on the bed while sipping his coffee. “You’re welcome. How are you today?”
“I’m kind of sore actually.”
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