I heard him sigh. But he came up behind me. “Is this what you want, baby?”
“Please.”
It felt like forever before he was inside me. But he didn’t ram into me like he did her. I pushed my hips back into him, hard enough to shove the memory of him fucking her out of my mind. He caught my hips and held me still.
“Behave,” he said.
“Fuck me,” I said. “Harder.”
Hawk put his hands on my waist to settle me down. “I’m going to fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I’m going to fuck you the way I need to fuck you. I’m not going to fuck you like some random piece of meat whose name I don’t even remember. Okay, Eleanor?”
I shut my eyes to keep the tears from falling. That should not have been the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me, but it was. When had I become so fucked up?
“Now, be a good girl or I’ll take my dick out of your pussy and put it in your mouth.”
That sounded delightful. I rammed back into him. He pulled out of me. I felt myself being lifted off the floor and thrown onto the bed.
Hawk was on me before I was oriented. He pulled off my skirt, ripped open my blouse. His eyes were crazy, hungry. My heart pounded against my chest, causing my nipples to ache with each beat. I spread my legs wide for him.
He crawled up my body and straddled my shoulders. He lost his pants and then shoved his dick into my face. “Open.”
He put it in my mouth, deep, deeper, until I gagged. He withdrew a bit, but by no means half way. He filled me up. I had to breath through my nose. He pushed back in, all the way.
Hawk fucked my face while he fingered my clit. Lightly. Not enough to give me the friction I needed. My arms were trapped by his thighs. My head was impaled on his cock. I could do nothing to protest. I was completely at his mercy.
He pulled out. I gasped in a deep breath and was airborne again. He pulled me on top of him. Once he was on his back and I was over his hips, he impaled my pussy down onto his cock. He showed me how to move my hips up and down with a tilting motion at the end. Then he put his hands behind his back and just stared up at me.
“Make yourself come, Ellie. If you’re not gonna be with me I want to know that you know how to get yourself off on another guy’s cock.”
I didn’t want to think about another guy’s cock. Not with him inside me. I didn’t want his cock to leave me.
I worked my hips over top of him. There was no mistaking him inside of me. This man had invaded me. This man was what I’d been missing. This man was what I wanted.
“Move your hips in a circle,” he commanded.
I did as Hawk told me. My breath tripped each time I circled to the front and his huge dick hit that delicious spot at the front of my pussy.
“I want you to squeeze your pussy every time you come down, like you’re trying to hold your piss.”
The first time I clenched, I nearly exploded. I had to stop moving to catch my breath. Hawk waited patiently as I tried again, to the same result. I couldn’t go fast or I’d break apart. I didn’t want this to end any time soon. And so I went slow.
I made the circles with my hips. I clenched my pussy when I got to the front. The slow rate only lasted for three strokes, and then my hips took over my mind.
I fucked him fast and hard. Gone was the perfectly rounded circular movements. Gone was the slow pussy squeeze. My hips jerked in every direction. The muscles inside my pussy clenched on their own. My orgasm built quickly and brought me down in a crushing tidal wave of pleasure.
Hawk caught me when I fell. He stroked my back until the shaking subsided. Then he put me on my side. Lying face to face with him he fucked me slowly, deeply. Both his dick and his tongue buried deep inside, neither leaving me.
We fell asleep like that. On our sides. Arms and legs wrapped around each other. His dick still buried inside me. His mouth still pressed against mine.
In the morning, when I woke, all traces of him were gone.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The posted speed limit on the highway was sixty miles per hour. Jerry drove in the slow lane at a constant forty-five miles per hour. I pressed my ass into the cloth-covered passenger seat and got no vibration. There was no friction from the rubber hitting the road, no moisture seeping out of my pussy at high velocities. I was bone dry and bored.
Jerry reached over and patted my knee. The gesture reminded me of a mall Santa patting my knee at eight-years-old after I told him I wanted a butterfly net for Christmas. I’d been a good girl that year, and I’d gotten my Christmas wish. I’d been a naughty girl over the past week and I was getting a lump of coal in my panties.
I looked out the car window and sighed. The scenery wasn’t a blur like it had been when Hawk sped down the highway with me in the passenger seat of his Charger. Rolling along in Jerry’s Prius everything was crystal clear to me.
Finals were a week away. The rest of my life was right around the corner. Coming at me from the distance was the life I’d always planned: a modest career, a good marriage, and a happy family.
I shut my eyes and leaned my forehead against the car window. When I opened them again we were passing the exit of where the street race had taken place nearly two weeks ago. The site didn’t look as menacing in the light of the day as it had that night. Or maybe I had just changed so much since that short time.
We drove through a residential neighborhood. Jerry pointed out some houses to me. I stared vacantly at their flat tops and even lawns. I watched kids playing in the front yard.
There was one house with a vibrant butterfly garden in the side of the yard. A little girl in pigtails ran around the yard with a butterfly net, trying to catch one. She laughed as they eluded her. Her mother yelled from the porch swing for her to be careful, and not to get her sundress dirty. The little girl paid no heed. She leaped for a butterfly… and missed. She came down on her knee. When she rose, the cloth of her white sundress was muddy brown.
“You like that one?”
I knew Jerry was talking about the two-story house and not the daring little girl. I doubt he’d even seen the series of events; the girl reaching up high for something beyond her grasp, and then falling flat on her face.
I saw the mother’s face as she looked displeased and disappointed at the state her daughter was in. For her part, the little girl got up from the ground. She brushed herself off, picked up her net, and leaped after another butterfly.
”Yeah, I like it,” I said, not taking my eyes off the little girl who finally managed to catch a butterfly in her net.
Jerry pulled up to a park a few blocks away from the residential neighborhood. He set out a picnic blanket and an assortment of foods. For a second, I was afraid there would be truffles in my turkey sandwich or some other sort of aphrodisiac in the salad. I was getting the impression that Jerry intended this date to last into the night.
“Last weekend was amazing,” he said.
We hadn’t seen each other since then. We both had a ton of work to do for finals and had only texted or left voice messages after missing each other’s calls. I’d been missing Jerry’s calls on purpose. Though I didn’t think I would be seeing Hawk or any of the other Watchers again, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see Jerry again.
I knew this would be an awkward conversation. I’d been gearing up for it for days. It was now or never. I opened my mouth to speak, but lost my nerve at the last minute. I took a bite of my sandwich and made a noncommittal grunt at Jerry’s statement.
My focus turned to the delicious sandwich in my mouth. Jerry had made a turkey on rye sandwich with honey mustard. It was his favorite sandwich. I had never tried honey mustard before dating him. Now, I put it on everything. I wondered if Jerry hadn’t have introduced me to the condiment if I would have liked it with another person -I mean, another sandwich?
“I liked waking up next to you,” Jerry continued as I devoured the food he’d prepared.
The night we’d spent together, he’d fallen
asleep barely two minutes after disposing of the condom. I’d gotten out of bed and wandered around for hours, too restless and unsatisfied to find sleep. I’d sat out in the night air on the deck, under the stars. I’d listened to the sounds of the night. Crickets chirping out late night booty calls. Insects rustling under leaves. An owl hooting from far away.
I became transfixed by the sound of the owl. I’d parted my thighs and masturbated to the sound of the bird’s song. I’d been certain that it was watching me from a tree along with other birds of the night. The sounds of my cries of release mingled with the sounds of the night. It was near dawn before I climbed back in the bed with Jerry.
“I’d like to do that more,” Jerry said. “Fall asleep beside you. Wake up next to you.”
These were words every girl dreamed a guy would say to her. So why wasn’t my heart racing? Why wasn’t my pussy clenching in anticipation of being with this man who so obviously cared about me and wanted to be with me. Just me. I could probably enjoy sex with him now that Hawk had taught me how to get myself off while riding any cock.
Jerry reached into his pocket and pulled out a box. A small box. My heart did start to pound then.
“Eleanor Russell, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
******
My feet had barely hit the pavement before Jerry sped off. He tore out of the dorm parking lot at near seventy miles per hour. It was the first time I’d ever seen him angry. But it was also the first time that I’d disagreed with any of his plans.
I watched him disappear down the road. My racing heart settled as he got smaller and smaller in the distance. I felt like I’d just gotten free from a trap that had been slowly ensnaring me.
I couldn’t marry him. Not only would it be unfair to him, it would be unfair to me. To the person that I’d become. I was no longer meek and modest Eleanor Russell. I no longer wanted a quiet, secure life that was planned out before I’d even started living it. I’d experienced life in the fast lane, and I was no longer willing to stay on the right side of the road.
I walked towards my building. The sun was setting and the creatures of the night were beginning to make their appearance. I saw worker bees headed away from flowers, likely headed to settle down in the hive for the evening. Inside the hive they’d have to contend with the queen being fawned over by her army of male drones. They’d have to watch as the queen took her pleasure from any male she picked, while they were left in a corner, abstinent.
I looked up to my dorm building. My quiet corner room waited for me, but I couldn’t remember what I was hurrying home for? The sounds of an argument captured my attention. Upon further investigation, I noted it was a one-way argument.
In front of the dorm, Shakira had her finger raised and her head waggling before a calm Owl. Owl leaned against his car. His eyes followed her waggling finger. His teeth pulled his lower lip into his mouth as he watched her. Even from this distance I saw his nostrils flaring.
Shakira retracted her finger and loaded it onto her hip. She stared Owl down, jaw tense, lips pursed, eyes narrowed on him, waiting for him to respond. Or to launch an attack.
Owl did neither. He just stared her down, a grin on his face, a light of amusement in his eyes. Shakira squirmed under his intense gaze. I saw the bravado seep out of her squared shoulders.
As though sensing his prey had weakened, Owl attacked. He reached out and yanked her to him. She shoved him back. His grin spread wider. He grabbed her again, spinning her around and shoving her body up against the car. He jammed his knee between her thighs, shoved his big hand into her hair, and crashed into her mouth. Shakira struggled for a few seconds more, but then went slack and pliant against his body.
I stood there watching him kiss her into absolute submission. He turned his head, biting her neck. Her lips parted, and she groaned, shamelessly. Her right leg, which was draped over his thigh, quivered. Owl looked over and caught me staring. He winked at me, and then went back to Shakira’s mouth.
There was a small crowd gathered outside. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of them. I knew Owl didn’t care. From the way Shakira now grabbed his ass, it looked like she was past caring herself. I felt someone grab me from behind.
“There you are, sweet meat.” Crow nuzzled his face into my neck. “Where you been? I missed you.”
Beneath his crossed arms one of his hands squeezed one of my breasts. The crowd of students that had been watching the brawl, and now the peep show with Shakira and Owl, turned their eyes to me and Crow. I could’ve gotten away from Crow and his hand.
If I wanted to.
The net of Crow’s arms were loose with holes. I could’ve ducked out and flown away.
If I wanted to.
But Crow’s prominent erection felt so good against my ass. Instead of escaping, I turned in his arms.
“When you gonna come over and play again, Ellie?”
I looked up into his adorable face. His cheekbones were a sculptor’s dream. His blond locks would inspire sonnets. And then there was that grin, a grin he’d somehow managed to keep from his time as a precocious child. He pulled me in close, sneaking one of his hands between our bodies. He thumbed my nipple.
“I miss you. You miss me, Ellie?”
I did miss him. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch.
“Poor thing,” he said. “You need somebody to take care of you. Let me take you home. I’ll fuck you good, Ellie. I’ll lick those titties raw.”
I pressed myself into his hand until his fingers closed around me, eliminating any gap in the net of his arms. I didn’t want to be set free. I took his hand and let him carry me away.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Crow drove even faster than Hawk. The speed limit was less a suggestion to him than it was a joke. His laughter and glee pumped out of him as he pushed the pedal to the metal. The sound of his jubilation sailed through my ears as the vibrations of the tires skirted over the pavement and worked up to my dormant core. My panties were soaked before we’d gotten to the highway.
It looked like I wasn’t the only one affected. In the back seat of the car, Shakira and Owl were diagonal, nearly horizontal. From the rear view mirror, I saw that neither had a seat belt on. Shakira’s top was nearly off her shoulders. Owl’s thigh pressed rhythmically in between hers. His tongue licked a clear path around her collarbone, up her neck, and behind her ear. Shakira’s eyes caught mine in the rear view mirror. A spark of modesty clicked on inside her.
“Wait.” She pulled away from Owl.
Owl grabbed her hips and pulled her body flat down onto the back seat; her head met the right side door, her toes met the left side door. Owl grabbed both her wrists in one hand and held them over her head. His other hand disappeared between them.
“Wait for what, Kira?”
Shakira made a strangled sound. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Owl gyrated his hips into hers. His forearm made a sawing motion between them.
“You don’t want it, baby?” Owl’s voice was silky soft and quiet. He captured Shakira’s lips, along with any further protests.
I had to press my thighs together and look away because if she didn’t want it, I sure as hell did.
The sounds of Shakira’s whimpers filled the car as it sped down the highway. I marveled that Crow didn’t offer any running commentary about what was going on in the backseat. But I supposed he knew that Shakira needed some modicum of privacy while she got finger-fucked out in the open. Just like he knew from the moment he saw me walking towards my dorm that I needed a good fuck too.
The sun dipped into the horizon as we pulled up to the house. Crow and I got out, giving Owl and Shakira a minute to arrange their clothes and compose themselves in privacy inside the car, which happened to be parked in the middle of the street. From the sounds of the loud base, and the extra cars parked around the house, it was clear that there was another party going on.
“You guys having another orgy?” I asked.
“Orgy?” Cro
w laughed. “Just some folks over, hanging out.”
We went inside to women’s clothes littered on the floor all the way down the hall. In the living room, I spotted Eagle on the couch. Two girls sat before him on the wooden coffee table; the same table Crow had laid me out on and fucked my breasts. These two girls were completely nude. Both had their legs spread wide open, their hands behind them holding onto the edge of the table with white knuckles. Their breasts were sharp points, arched into the air. And their heads were thrown back in a cross between ecstasy and agony.
As I took a few more steps into the fray, I saw the reason. The thick end of dildos protruded from both of their cunts. One girl’s legs shook as she looked to Eagle with tears in her eyes. Eagle sat back watching the two with a maniacal grin spread across his handsome face. He held two remote controls in his hands. He grinned at the teary-eyed girl shaking his head to and fro. His thumb slowly descended on the dial. Her eyes widened, her chest heaved.
“Oh gawd,” she cried before he’d even touched the dial. She threw her head back and braced herself. Eagle turned the dial up and the girl screamed.
The girl beside her watched her companion, transfixed as an orgasm ripped the screaming girl in two. The second girl turned her head to Eagle.
Eagle sat the first controller down in his lap, right next to his obvious erection. He laid the second controller flat in his palm as he eyed the second woman. Her eyes fixed on the controller in his hands. He waited patiently until she looked up at him.
When she did, he raised his eyebrows in silent instruction. The girl leaned back on the table. She spread her thighs wide and arched her back. Eagle smiled his approval. Then he turned the dial up.
The second girl tried to hold on, but it was clearly a losing battle. First her eyes closed. Then her head dipped to her chest. Her legs trembled. Her toes bounced off the floor. Her thighs shook. Her entire body convulsed until she collapsed into the first girl’s lap. Her face came right up against the dildo protruding out of the first girl. The second girl eased the dildo out of the first and lapped up her juices.
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