Boosted (In The Fast Lane)

by Arya Cole

  Her whole body was shaking now from the force of the orgasm. She wanted Brody inside of her. She wanted to feel his cock penetrating her. But Brody wasn’t done using his mouth quite yet. He moved even further south now until he was kissing and licking the bottom of her pussy. He pressed his hands against the back of her thighs and pushed them so that her legs were further up in the air.

  The first touch of his tongue against her puckered asshole was more than Hannah could take. She tried to wiggle away but he held her in place and gave it another lick. Her eyelids fluttered as he continued to rub his tongue along the rim of her asshole. She had never felt anything like it. It was the sort of forbidden pleasure that she’d always been taught to avoid. The sensation was too novel for her to even achieve orgasm. It felt incredible, but in a way that her brain was unable to interpret.

  Brody came back up so that they were face to face. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Normally the thought would have disgusted her given where his mouth had just been. But these were not normal times. Not this week. She let her tongue wander in his mouth, exploring every crevice. She reached down her hand between his legs and grabbed hold of the base of his cock. She guided him into place. She wanted his fucking cock right now and she wouldn’t let him deny her anymore.

  He pushed forward and slipped inside of her. Hannah let out a satisfied gasp. Finally. It had been far too many days since she’d felt that wonderful cock inside of her. She raised her legs to allow him deeper access. He rocked his hips back and forth on top of her. She dug her nails into the skin of his back and bit his shoulder repeatedly. It felt so good. It was as if his cock were crafted specifically for fucking her pussy. His strokes grew longer as he went deeper and faster inside of her. She began to whisper words of encouragement in his ear.

  “Fuck me. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck me hard. Oh my god, yes. Do it. Harder. Faster. Yes, yes.”

  Brody complied to each of her requests, fucking her harder and faster. She wasn’t done making requests.

  “I want to ride you, baby. Let me be on top.”

  Brody seemed happy to oblige. He temporarily pulled his cock out of her and laid down on the bed. She threw her leg over his waist and sat right on his throbbing cock. She let it settle inside of her. She just wanted to enjoy its very presence for a moment. She lifted her hips up until only the head of his cock was still inside her. Then she slowly settled back down until she had once again reached the base. She then rocked back and forth and twisted her hips around in an effort to let his cock touch every surface of the inside of her pussy. She put her hands against Brody’s chest for leverage and began to move up and down. She did so slowly so that her pussy lips dragged against the shaft of his cock. Her pace grew faster. Soon she was bouncing with abandon on his long, thick cock. Not long after that she was cumming once again. She screamed as she ground her clit into his pubic hair in order to maximize the level of her pleasure. It worked. She could feel her pussy practically flooding.

  In spite of these multiples orgasms, it was not enough. Not today. Not this week. Not anymore. She needed something else. A step beyond where she had ever been before. Brody’s earlier activity had planted the seed of an idea in her head. Now that seed was blossoming into a fully realized desire on her part. She leaned forward and again and whispered in his ears.

  “I want you to take me from behind.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah.”

  To show that she was serious, Hannah lifted herself off of his cock and got down on all fours.

  “Go ahead.”

  Brody got up on his knees and positioned himself behind her. He brought the head of his cock to the edge of her pussy.

  “Wait,” Hannah said. “Not there.”

  Brody moved his cock an inch higher so that it was resting against her asshole.

  “Yeah. There.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Do it.”

  Hannah braced herself for his entry. She had no idea what it would feel like. She felt a trail of spit drip down onto her ass. Brody rubbed it through her crack until the makeshift lubricant covered the tightest of her holes. He ran his finger along the outside before penetrating it. Hannah felt a chill run through her body and she inadvertently lurched forward.

  “Are you okay?” Brody asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “It’s just my first time doing this.”

  “Okay. I’ll go slow.”

  He gradually moved his finger further inside of her. Her anus, not used to things going in rather than coming out, resisted as first. Hannah bit her bottom lip as Brody’s finger moved further inside of her. She was beginning to have second thoughts. If she was having this much trouble with one of his fingers she couldn’t imagine what his cock would feel like. She thought that its girth would tear her apart. That was about the last thing she needed right now on top of all her other woes. It did get easier though. With each passing second she grew more accustomed to the feeling of his finger in her ass. Eventually she began to find it quite pleasurable.

  Now came the real test. Brody removed his finger and positioned his cock, still wet from her pussy, up to the brink of her asshole. He pressed the head against her anus. At first nothing happened. All Hannah could feel was the pressure of something pushing up against her. But soon he started to breach her asshole and began to enter inside of her. Hannah tried to cry out but she had lost her breath. She grabbed hold of her sheets as tightly as she could. She could feel her anal cavity opening up to welcome Brody’s cock while the anus itself remained tightly wound against the shaft.

  His cock moved further forward. It was much easier now. It still hurt, of course. But Hannah was beginning to see the appeal. Through the waves of pain she could feel those precious moments of intense pleasure as her anus bent and stretched. And to think, Brody wasn’t even really fucking her yet. He was only now reaching the limit of his length inside of her. The feeling of his cock pulling out of her didn’t bring much relief. It was only when he had repeated the process slowly three or four times that Hannah began to feel ready for him to really give it to her.

  She backed up slightly, giving him subtle encouragement to go a little faster. He complied, though he was still making sure to be gentle with her as best he could given his current position. He moved a little faster until it could be seen as something resembling intercourse. Hannah knew she was over the hump now. Each thrust was better than the last.

  Brody took hold of her hips to hold her in place as he kept increasing how fast and how hard he fucked her. It was a good thing he did so since Hannah had almost no control of her own body anymore. All she could manage to do was hold herself up in a wobbly stance. From her mouth came a stream of incoherent babblings of encouragement.

  Brody gave her ass cheek a slap as if to signal what was about to come. He leaned forward to give himself more leverage and shifted into an even more aggressive pace. Hannah’s body shook like a house in an earthquake. Her whole body was now covered in sweat. It was the most intense sex that she had ever experienced. Her brain was completely scrambled.

  She had no more memory or concern over law school, over the catty cruelty of her friends, and over Brody’s illegal activities. All she could think about was the cock that was stretching the limits of her ass. She felt and heard the slap of his pubis against the plump flesh of her ass. He reached up, grabbed a clump of her hair near the roots, and pulled back hard. She screamed again. At this point every one of her exhales was something between a whimper and a wail.

  Brody leaned further forward so that his chest was against her back. He wrapped one arm around her torso and latched the other to her shoulder. He was close, she could feel it. His thrusts took on more fury. He was fucking her harder than ever. Her limbs had long ago turned to jelly and she was only upright thanks to him holding her up.

  The next thing she felt was the warm flow of semen shooting deep into the depths of her ass. He pushed his cock as far as he could inside of her as he
came. Only after he had shot his complete load did Brody slowly pull his stiff cock back through her now thoroughly used asshole.

  Hannah felt like she had just run a marathon. Her body was now a lifeless husk. Her mouth was as dry and arid as a desert. Her hair was matted against her perspiring face. Her breath wheezed out of her lungs. Brody laid down next to her and held her tight in his arms.

  “How you holding up?” Brody whispered in her ear.

  “Good,” she said. “So good.”

  It was true. She’d never felt more at peace than she did in the aftermath of having her ass pounded by his thick, long cock. Her asshole was only now starting to retract and regain its sense of elasticity.

  They fell asleep like that. She nestled into Brody so that they slept as one body instead of two. Hannah had no idea what tomorrow would bring. But on this night all was perfect.

  THIRTEEN

  Morning Revelation

  Brody hadn’t planned on spending the night at Hannah’s place. Then again, he also hadn’t expected to be fucking her ass that night either. He suspected that they would break up that night, especially after he told her what sort of things he’d gotten himself wrapped up in. She reacted better than he had expected even before the sex. He was surprised when she didn’t immediately throw him out and further taken aback when she began to kiss him. She must have been just as hung up on him as he was on her.

  He awoke the next morning before she did. Friday morning. He had one more day to get the car and he still didn’t know how he was going to do it. The house was too secure. Taking it by force would be out of the question. He always had a bodyguard with him. The only time he had seen him alone was when he went down to the carwash and…

  Wait a minute. The carwash. That was the key. It was the one time he was vulnerable. When had he gone there? Saturday? Brody had to hope that he would do it again the next day. It would be his last chance. He still didn’t know how he would pull it off. But he would spend the next twenty-four hours figuring it out. That meant that he had to leave the comfort of Hannah’s bed. He didn’t want to get up. He wanted to forget it all and stay with her. He wanted to leave behind his responsibilities. He couldn’t though. Not yet.

  He thought it would be rude to just sleep away so he shook Hannah awake. She raised her heavy eyelids and looked up at him.

  “Good morning,” she said.

  “Morning. You sleep well?”

  She nodded and let out a hum of assent.

  “I hate to do this but I have to leave.”

  “No.”

  “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  “Stay just a little longer.”

  “Don’t you have class?”

  “I don’t care about that.”

  “After tomorrow,” Brody said. “Just give me one more day and then I’ll be free. Okay?”

  He leaned down and kissed her. She still didn’t seem happy about his leaving but at least she seemed to understand why he had to go.

  He retrieved his clothes and dressed.

  “Are you sure you can’t stay for breakfast?”

  It sounded like such a pleasant idea. He could imagine sitting across from her, nibbling on eggs and sipping a mimosa. But again, he had to banish the thought for the time being. One more day.

  “You know how much I want to.”

  “So do it!”

  “Stop tempting me.”

  She let out a playful laugh. “I’m not trying to force you into anything you don’t already want to do.”

  “There’s a difference between wanting to do something and being able to do something.”

  “Fine. But you owe me.”

  “I know,” he said as he finished dressing. “Sunday morning. Think of a place. Somewhere nice.”

  “Okay,” she said. “I will.”

  Brody leaned forward and gave her another kiss before departing. The kiss was one of the those lingering goodbye kisses where both participants know that it could very well be the last time that their lips ever meet. It’s the same kind of kiss that a soldier gives his wife before a tour of duty overseas.

  “See you soon,” he said, all the while praying that it would be true.

  Upon departing Brody called up Sergei. It took him four rings to pick up but he eventually did. Brody could tell by the sound of his voice that he had awoken his Russian employer after only a few hours of drunken sleep.

  “I need one more day.”

  “What? Who is this?”

  “Brody. Listen. That package you requested. I’ll be delivering it tomorrow afternoon and I may be coming in hot. Be ready.

  Brody ended the call and tucked his phone back into his pocket. Now to make sure that he could fulfill this brash promise. He headed toward The Canyons, a drive which was becoming more familiar than he ever thought it would be. He decided his first stop should be the car wash. There was no longer any need to stake out the mansion, not until the next morning at least.

  He pulled into the car wash, which was just starting up operations for the day. He positioned his car on the conveyor and got out. He made sure to look around and take note of everything. The speed at which the car went into the tunnel. The behavior of the attendants who gave the tickets. The number of cars driving by on the street.

  He made his way slowly through the inside as well. He watched his car travel through the various stations as it was soaked, soaped, rinsed, and dried. He paid at the register and went back outside to meet the Impala on the other end. He watched again as the nose of his car emerged and was quickly swarmed on by a gaggle of attendants. When the car was returned to him he tipped one of the attendants, not too much or too little to be too well remembered, and drove off.

  His next stop would be the garage. He decided to drive three different routes, just in case things got hot the next day. There was no reason to think they would. After all, the colonel had gone by himself the previous week. But he had the time to do it. Might as well take the cautious and prepared approach.

  Brody tested one highway route and two using surface streets. It was a long hop any way you sliced it. If he were followed or had cops on his tail it wouldn’t be easy. He had a lot of ground to cover. That’s a lot of chances to get caught.

  On the way he made sure to note detours to take where it might be possible to hide. Tight residential neighborhoods, industrial districts, parking garages. He hoped that he would not have to use them. But again, it was to err on the side of caution, especially with so much on the line.

  Luckily Los Angeles was full of these little out of the way cubby holes where a car could be stashed while the heat cooled down. It was all a matter of timing. Panicking and going for a safe spot too early gives the cops (or the Iranians) time to muster a search. Going too late risks obvious exposure.

  Brody then returned to the area around the car wash. He scouted out places nearby to park the Impala that out of view of the car wash itself. It also had to be somewhere where it wouldn’t seem too out of place. It could be awhile before he could circle back around to pick it up again. He also scouted storefronts near the car wash where he could linger as a pedestrian without seeming suspicious. Unfortunately, in L.A. pedestrians were always an unusual sight. He would have to come up with something else.

  By the time he was finished with his preparations the sun was beginning to set beneath the Pacific. The sun glowed red through the hazy smog of the city of angels. Since he had no idea what would happen the next day, Brody decided to treat himself to a nice dinner. He went to the nicest steakhouse he could think of, tipped the maitre d’ to get a table, and indulged in a porterhouse big enough to feed two. On the side he polished off an order of creamed spinach and braised spare ribs.

  He had three glasses of scotch to wash it all down. The maitre d’, returning the favor of the generous tip, insisted that he try dessert. Even though he was already well beyond his usual capacity, Brody managed to finish the complimentary slice of German chocolate cake as well. He had never been so stuffed in h
is life. If this proved to be his last meal it was certainly one hell of a way to go out.

  Brody went home to get a good night’s sleep. He would need all his energy the next day. He briefly thought about calling Hannah but quickly ruled it out. The temptation to not leave the next morning would be too great. He also wanted to get an early start the next day and it would behoove him to sleep in his own bed on this night. He laid his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes. Even though he couldn’t be with her on this night, images of Hannah still filled his dreams.

  FOURTEEN

  Hannah's Night

  Hannah had her own preparations to make that day after Brody had left to take care of his own. She didn’t have class until that afternoon and was able to spend the morning catching up on her work. For the first time all week she was able to concentrate. Her talk with Brody hadn’t exactly been encouraging, but it at least put to bed the many questions she’d been struggling with all week. Feeling him inside her again certainly helped to ease her tensions as well.

  It was time for her to start repairing the damage she had done to her future career that week. She sent her adviser an email apologizing for her actions. She caught on some of the work that she had been neglecting. She even found a little time to give her apartment a much needed straightening up. Her high level of productivity made her feel better about her prospects. She took comfort in the fact that she was still capable of living a normal life.

  Her run of positive achievement continued through her class that afternoon. She was able to pay attention and even participate in the discussion group. It was an admirable rebound from where she had been earlier in the week. She even began to think that she would be able to keep it up the following week. There was no way of knowing, of course. It was always possible that her debilitating fever over Brody could return. Still, it felt as if she had truly turned a corner. Now that she understood the nature of his work she was able to accept it, if not quite fully embrace it. She wasn’t sure that she would ever be able to completely make peace with it. At the very least, however, she was now confident that she would be able to close herself off from it as long as Brody didn’t bring his work home.