by V. Theia
Use it? Frowning, she cried out when he pulled free. Her vagina protested she wasn’t done with that yet. Give it back. I need it. “Flip over,” he issued.
Ruby was one mass of vibrating nerve endings as she took the herculean task to move onto her belly, he yanked her hips back and spread her thighs out, for a second she protested, he’d exposed her, both sets of eyes would see everything from ass to pussy, she could feel her own juices coating where she sadly did not have a thigh gap, ---stupid cake she loved too much,--- and going right down to her ass crack and then…
His thumb pressed and stroked that puckered hole.
Oh god.
Oh. god
Excitement and fear slammed into her.
He was going to use her mess. To fuck her ass.
Holy show-stopping anal, batman!
And the most inappropriate movie quote popped into her mind, of course her tongue blurted it, she was fucking nervous, excited, sweating from her sexual pores. "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker."
Slider laughed. Preacher laughed and slid his hand to the softest part of her spine at the bottom.
“I'm not calling you John McClane. What are you going to say if you want me to stop?” he repeated lifting her hips, opening her wider, one finger tormented her entrance, while his thumb pressed and forced its way in just a little bit. Burning heat. She sensed he was taking his cues from her, letting her breath and relax into it before giving her a little more.
God. It burned, she was too tight, much too tight for his dick. That beast would destroy her, tear her open and leave her wasted. The fear bubbled in her belly, excitement fizzled like cold champagne fresh from the bottle. She panted and rocked back into his hand taking a little more of his thumb. Oh, god, Yeah. It hurt in a good way, a really good way.
She wanted it. Her breath fanned the bed sheets, turning her face sideways, she caught the bright eyes of the prospect, unblinking they stared at each other, he was smirking and rubbing the heel of his hand over the bulge of his crotch, not at all ashamed of that motion either, naughty little boy, for a second she had darker thoughts, of asking him to join them, but she never would, she couldn’t share this with anyone else, his aroused gaze sent her belly in a hot dip, before she looked back at Preacher.
The sheets were soaked underneath her.
“I’ll say fucking stop, Preacher.” She didn’t want him to stop, as he pushed down with his thumb, she met him in the middle arching up, moaning a low keening noise in her throat as he spread her ass open, slipped in and out a little more each time.
The pain-pleasure became sharp, it would be more, a promise between them. His free hand finger fucking her.
“Touch yourself.” He commanded huskily.
“Feels good.” Sparks danced behind her eyes, the completeness of them making sense, they were as one, anticipating each other’s movements, as if they’d been having sex together for eons instead of weeks.
“You like that? Want more, beautiful?”
“God yes.” She shuddered.
His cock tip replacing his thumb, pressing in gently.
Oh fuck. This was it. If Ruby thought his thumb was filling, it was nothing to how his cock felt disappearing into her ass. She couldn’t take it. He’d split her apart. She would die.
And yet, her back bowed, pushing against him as he pushed down.
He fed another inch inside, whispering dirty words by her ear.
Oh, heavenly father, deliver me from evil. Fire filled her insides, bloomed through her belly, deep into her spine, melting her down until she was a vessel for pleasure only. Ruby forgot about stroking herself, she reached back on a cry digging her nails into his wrist, anchoring herself before she floated away. Something bigger, wilder happening, bigger than she could have ever dreamed it would be.
Preacher was being gentle with her, feeding his cock into her sacred place until she was so full she could feel him everywhere. Oh, god, she was doing butt-stuff with Preacher, while another man watched them, and she loved it. Such a trampy tramp.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. More, Asher. I love it.”
“Oh, yeah. Fuck. Don’t stop.” Slider chimed in. His voice adding to the eroticism. The watching was an added level of sexy. Dark secrets brought to life. The other man was heavy breathing.
Preacher stroked wet kisses to her shoulder blade, over and over. “You feel so good, Rubes. So, incredible. I’m sunk inside goddamn heaven.” He moved in and in as far as she could take him, leaning his full body over her, fists planted up by her head, he was in kissing distance for her nape, to whisper dirty things of encouragement, telling her just how he loved fucking her ass and how naughty she was.
The ridges of his piercing were like nothing she’d ever felt before, dragging against unused inner tissue, she pleaded incoherently, her body tightening, chasing towards her climax.
He thrust her hips up, dipping his hand beneath and got his fingers inside her pussy, her vagina, greedy bitch grasped around those fingers like it was Hulk Hogan. Begging him to let her come.
He laughed at her ear, a gorgeous sound as he rasped. “Greedy little darling, she wants more.” He gave her more. And deeper. And harder.
“Deep breath,” he warned. A second later he pushed into her ass so far, she was buried in a silent scream, her face into the sheets, he stroked her g-spot and went over into bliss, his fingers slipping so wetly it was a wonder he could even keep them buried inside her vagina, the wet noises only fueled her hedonistic pleasure.
Preacher fell over her, totally encasing her, hips driving her into the bed, heavy, hot, slaps, “Oh, fuck. Close. Baby.” In and in and in he shoved.
“Fuck me, Asher. Fuck me, take my ass.” He began grunting, the beginning of his end, using the cushion of her ass cheeks to help him rock into her.
The bed creaked.
His breath warmed her cheek.
She turned and met his waiting mouth, their tongues tangling.
It was a total surrender to him.
Pinning her with his body.
She was overwhelmed. Consumed in him.
“Take me. Take me.” She chanted into his mouth. And realized that’s what she wanted more than anything. Him to use and take her, to get his pleasure from her body, to fuse them until they were one person. #Preachuby their name would need work.
“Asher…”
“Fuck. Baby. I’m going to---” two deep thrusts, she stretched around him and he let go of an almighty groan that rumbled her entire body. When they came, it was like two great savage creatures fucking in the jungle. She accepted everything he gave, she took and took, shaking with him. Even as he withdrew she felt his great body shudder. He dealt with the condom and laid a palm at the base of her spine. “Sexy girl.”
“Mmm.” Nothing that made sense came out of her mouth. Eyes closed, luxuriating in the new feelings.
But Preacher being who he was, lifted her up, she protested a half-hearted groan but was pacified when he climbed back on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, back to his chest, he cuddled her for long silent minutes.
Completely open to the prospects wide gaze.
He was looking at her and licking his lower lip.
She was looking at him from under her heavy eyelids.
Heat drove down under her skin.
“Don’t be bashful.” Preacher husked by her ear, encouraging her thighs to lay open. “This perfect little body is fucking stunning, he thinks so. He wants to fuck you, look at that starved look on his face, baby.”
Silent agreement she saw Slider lick his dry lips, streaking his gaze down her body to her open legs.
She was exposed and feeling sexy.
Powerful.
Time flew by when she was having her boobs massaged soft enough she almost fell asleep.
“Can you take it again?” He seemed to think she could when his hand disappeared between them, plucking at her abused clit. She flinched.
It felt good. So, good.
The full flat of his hand covered her vagina, rubbing so gently she could have been lulled into a coma.
“Yes. I think so. Can you?”
“Oh, you don’t even know, Ruby. I’m fucking worked up for you.” His dirty laugh turned her to soup, she cocked her head back and met his mouth, sucking hard on his tongue while he petted her, the heel grinding to her mound.
She began to feel things.
Soft warm things.
Emotions swirled and she wasn’t so stupid to mistake great empowering sex for anything else. Certainly, not love.
She didn’t love Preacher. Did she? Did she? Not asking for a friend, asking absolutely for me.
She just loved what his cock did to her. Oh, and what things it did. Gorgeous pierced beast.
Yeah, she agreed, rubbing her ass back on the cock in the spotlight, Ruby didn’t love him.
Oh, she did. She really fucking did. She adored him.
She’d fallen so fast so hard she was still trying to catch up with her mind.
“Then show me what you got, Preacher man.”
Starved kisses were shared as he rolled on a fresh condom.
Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse. He lifted her easily and dropped her down on his cock, the full feeling was jarring, no easily slide for Preacher, he sunk and he sunk deep. He had one level and that was; hard.
Oh. My. God.
Their sex began again. He held her wide open, legs spread for the dirty prospect watching everything, looking like he wanted to say a million things but kept his mouth shut. She was going to be vagina broken when they were done. She'd need ice and possibly a stay in the hospital. But oh, so worth it. This was ... majestic fucking.
When she tried to close her legs, he wrenched them open wider, growling for her to keep them fucking open. She moaned and turned to water, his hands forcing her thighs to stay right there.
She was completely under his control, racing for the pleasure.
Those fucking eyes… Jesus.
Slider was massively aroused. She could hear it in his harsh almost asthmatic breathing, the way he was at first sat back in the chair and now… now, he was leaning forward, both arms on his spread knees.
Her climax was drowning her. Three separate breaths panted sucking up all the air in the small room.
This was real, a live fucking erotic show.
“Ruby…”
“God. Asher. I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can. Feel how hard I’m drilling you. Hungry little pussy taking it all, isn’t she? Fuck, you got me so amped, baby.” He strummed her faster, totally opening her intimate lips, rough wet strokes, using their shared pleasure to heighten the bliss. “Sticky girl,” grunted Preacher, swirling his fingers.
With her feet braced to the bed, and her back to his chest, she shamelessly used the momentum to ride back on him, slamming his cock deeper, too far gone to care how it must look.
Wet needful noises. Their bodies slurping together erotically. Preacher in her ear telling her how beautiful she was, to get it, to take it, to fuck him harder.
How could she refuse?
She was drunk on the act.
“I have to jerk off. Fuck. I gotta, man. She’s fucking dripping. My cock is gonna explode. Look at her, Jesus Christ, that pussy is perfect.”
“For fuck's sake.” Preacher rumbled in warning at the same time Ruby moaned.
“Yes.”
Both men seemed to halt in motion. One with his hand ripping open his belt and zipper, the other with his cock thrusting. “Yes,” she said again confirming it louder.
The prospect took her answer and ripped open his jeans, leaning back in his chair she watched him reach in, drag out his thick cock and wrap his fist around it, powering it through his palm.
“You bad girl.” Preacher laughed, a hand under her chin he pulled her head around to take her lips hungrily, tongues going in and out of each other’s mouth. “Look how crazed you made him to beat off. One look at this gorgeous wet body and he’s insane to come. Such a bad girl.”
Moans.
Groans.
Wet slaps. She grew closer. He grew closer. Slider grew closer.
It all seemed to happen at once, her pussy clenched down tight, milking Preacher’s cock, it was an out of body reaction, as he moved her on him with hurried pumps.
“Fuccck. Get there, baby. Destroy me with your orgasm.”
“Oh, god, Asher,” she wanted to say so much and nothing all at the same time.
The climax overtook her, not as powerful, but just as overwhelming, her moan was ragged as Preacher lost it. His face buried in the sweaty hollow of her throat, his hands spanning her waist, bruising her skin.
And as she sagged forward, it was then she saw as Slider pumped his climax out of himself, wet spurts over his hand, his groan was animalistic, his eyes all over her body.
She couldn’t look away.
“You get that on my fucking floor I’ll rub your nose in it, prospect.” Growled Preacher making her giggle, turning her body fully into him.
He held her so gently, cradling her in against his shoulder, softly stroking her back as if it was only those two in the entire world.
“Thank you.” She whispered nuzzling his lips.
“You were stunning, my beautiful.”
She caught a glance at the clock sitting on top of the small table by the bed. Holy shit. They’d been at this peep show for more than two hours.
Interactive porn really did make time fly by.
When she could feel her skin again, when her bones had settled back in her skeleton, Preacher told her to climb under the sheets, she undulated and rolled away from him, presenting him her ass to crawl up towards the headboard. She heard him grunt. “Tempting, baby.”
“Meant to be. Join me.” Lying down never felt so good, she became one with the pillow.
“Time for you to go, prospect.”
“Aww…for real? I mean, I don’t mind round ten, Preacher.”
“Out.” He insisted, pulling on his jeans.
She didn’t feel shame, not even a little bit for her nudity. In fact, she gave Slider a wide grateful grin and a wave of her fingertips as he left winking at her.
Preacher followed him out, with his jeans unbuttoned, all his inked skin on show, it was a wonder she could breathe after experiencing all of that. She heard him say “Remember what I said if you tell a word of this, prospect? Good. You don’t glance at Ruby any differently, you dig? Thanks for doing this.”
And then Slider. “She’s a goddamn goddess. And that was the hottest shit I ever saw. Now can I fuck off, sir? I have to go bang my girl. I don’t even have a girl. I need to get a girl so I can bang her stupid ‘cause damn me, did I say that was the hottest shit I ever saw? I’m gonna dream about this shit.”
Ruby rolled over onto her belly, laughing.
She liked being a sexual goddess. It was … liberating. She’d never shared any of her fantasies with any of her exes before. Preacher was different. He not only didn’t judge her for them, he made them happen.
And god. She hadn’t felt free in such a long time, weighed down by circumstances and duty didn’t leave much time for sexual liberty.
She smiled at him when he came back inside, his trademark smirk all over his face.
“Well, well. Wasn’t that fun, beautiful.”
Beautiful. When he said it, she believed it. Her belly fluttered with everything she was feeling for him. He climbed back onto the bed, spooning behind her.
She was feeling too much, far too much, a wash of girlish excitement she hadn’t experienced in a long time, until him. The mood had her uncertain in her own skin. Was she meant to tell him how she felt? Just sex had become so complicated suddenly. After setting out her stringent rules, she’d fallen for him anyway. What was the protocol now? She allowed herself thirty minutes cuddling into him, listening to
his husky tones as he told her just how much he’d enjoyed tonight and then Ruby made her excuses to leave not long after, saying she had an early start at work tomorrow. She didn’t. It was the first lie she told Preacher.
She should have stayed at the club with him. Because everything went to shit not long after she arrived home.
That’s just how her life went. She got a taste of good and then the inevitable blast of sourness.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Grab onto me, beautiful.” – Preacher
Rita: 4:03 - I can’t do ths anymore, it’s 2 fukn hard. I’m tired. U can have him, he’ll be better off with u anyway. U can have him. U need to come and get the kid NOW! I’m no good for him. I fuk up. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being a good sister. Pls come 4 him.
The text woke her up. Ruby was one of those people who never switched their phone off, always worried the moment she did she’d miss an important call. She looked at the blurry screen until her tired eyes focused, her mouth parted, her heart pounding out of her chest. Holy shit, here we go again. She sighed. Was she for real? Hitting buttons, she tried to call Rita to ask what the fuck had happened, it dropped directly to voicemail. Goddammit. Four am in the morning, this was not happening. She needed coffee to deal with yet another of Rita’s melodramas. No doubt Dwayne was at the root of this fresh wave of drama, that asshole was always the reason Rita wanted to dump Sebastian on her, in a few hours’ time Rita would call and demand money and all would be conveniently forgotten that she’d basically given her child away without a second thought.
She could hate her sister some days.
Taking a pissed off breath, she climbed out of bed, no sleep would be had now, she wished Preacher was here, then shut that thought down, there was no reason to go crazy, just because she had the feelings for him, she could deal with her family circus herself.
First things first, she padded through to the kitchen, pulling open cabinets to grab a mug and the half can of coffee beans, got the old coffee maker to gurgling and she sent her sister a long-ass text reply, basically asking what the hell had happened and how could she help. Sebastian did not merit being in that environment, but she’d do all she could to help his mom if she could. What else could she do?