Keep My Baby Safe

by Bella Grant

  She cleared her throat and looked at the floor. “Have you ever seen that movie, Speed, with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock?”

  Obviously confused by her random subject change, he said, “Been a long time, but yes.”

  She watched him as she spoke, hoping he understood her overture. She was too introverted to outright ask him to have sex. “At the end she says something about relationships based on intense experiences never last. Our current situation is definitely an intense experience.” She paused to let him think about that. “But I’m not actually looking for a relationship.”

  Tony was expressionless as her words filtered through his brain, but the moment her meaning dawned on him, she knew it. His face didn’t change, but his eyes darkened and his body tensed. He tilted his head to look at her, his eyes never leaving hers. “Are you serious? Certain?”

  “More than certain,” she whispered. “I’m positive I want you. No strings attached. Just tonight.”

  Without a word, Tony rose and stalked to her. He grabbed her hands and jerked her to her feet, using the momentum to lift her so her crotch was against his. He held her ass, squeezing tightly as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. She briefly wished he had hair so she could wrap her hands in it, but the prickly feel of his nearly bald head was more arousing than she could have imagined. The idea of that hair tickling her inner thighs as he licked her pussy caused a gush of warmth and wetness to flood her groin.

  She groaned and dropped her lips to his, taking him in a powerful, fast, hot kiss filled with tongues dancing manically together. She wanted to devour him, and he was attempting to feel every inch of her ass with his fingertips. He walked towards the back of the school bus, and she was grateful she’d pushed the curtain back. He knelt as he held her, shocking her that he could hold her weight so easily as he squatted. He laid her on the bed, her legs hanging off the sides, and straightened to look down at her. With a movement that astonished her, he removed her shirt as if it were water, and because she wore no bra, he halted and stared.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured as he bent at the waist to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled one as he kneaded the other, and Grace’s pussy throbbed with the same rhythm as his mouth on her tit. She wished he had removed her pants as well.

  She whispered his name as she laid her hands on his head, holding him to her. “Tony, yes…”

  As if her whisper created a flame in him, he sat up and unbuttoned her pants. His cock was rock hard under his, so she sat up as well and jerked on the fly of his pants, loosening them. He pushed her down to lay on her back, and she pushed her hips up so he could yank the pants off her body. The shoes were discarded as if they were attached to the pants, and she was naked to his gaze.

  His lust-filled scrutiny touched her pussy, as did his thumb, which massaged her clit in fast little circles that caused an eruption of sensations. Her hands had been moving towards his zipper, but as he continued to buzz his thumb over her clit, her hands moved up her body to play with her nipples. She opened her eyes to look into his, smiling seductively and licking her lips.

  “Oh, damn,” he mumbled, shaking his head, his eyes half closed in heated desire. “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t have time to take my pants off.”

  “No, I want you inside me,” she hissed, her hands moving to his chest and raking his shirt with her nails. “You better not finish before you’re inside me.”

  He continued flicking her clit with his thumb, changing the rhythm and causing her eyes to widen with excitement and pleasure. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt so she could feel his skin, but he wore an undershirt. Pouting, she looked up at him, and he ceased his movements long enough to remove both items. His thumb on her clit again, he bent and kissed her lips. She bit his bottom lip a little harder than she should have because the change in position created a different pressure. He growled and licked her neck, nipping her collar bone as his hand moved furiously.

  His mouth wrapped around a nipple, and as she let out a groan to indicate her inbound orgasm, he slipped his hand away from her clit and thrust two fingers inside her, immediately hooking them up to hit her G-spot.

  Grace’s body jerked hard and she nearly screamed as her body reacted to the sudden, beautiful intrusion. Three massages of his fingers later, and she did scream, her pussy clenching hard and squirting her juices onto his hand and arm. The orgasm, harder than any she’d experienced, was long and drawn out by his fingers, which had moved to her clit again.

  And before it could end, he jerked his cock out of his pants and stroked it, using his pre-cum to wet the engorged tip. She lifted her head to look, but he pushed into her pussy as she clenched and her orgasm began again. She cried out and threw her head back, shaking her head furiously back and forth as he pistoned into her hard and fast. He held her hips in a death grip so she wouldn’t slide away from him. She threw her arms out to the side and gripped the quilt to hold herself in place.

  As her second orgasm subsided, she focused on his actions. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch his cock move in and out of her pussy, entranced by the amount of her cum coating his cock. The thing was huge and filled her to the brim, explaining how she’d climaxed so quickly after the first one.

  “You like to watch?” he asked roughly as he fucked her.

  “Oh God, yes,” she breathed.

  He reached for the back of her head and held her up so she could see, and Grace felt an imminent orgasm—her third—building as the visual image of his cock slamming into her pussy filled her mind. High on dopamine and desire, she grabbed his arms to hold herself up, using her strength to pump her hips up and meet him thrust for thrust. She couldn’t get the right friction, so she made him release her so she could lay back down.

  Her feet on the edge of the bed for traction and her hands clenched around the quilt, she fucked him as hard as he fucked her, grunting with the effort to reach that third orgasm and bring him to his. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Tony!” she screamed, encouraging him.

  “Ah fuck, ah fuck,” he yelled, his thrusts jackhammering into her. “I’m gonna come!”

  “Me too! Me too,” she squealed. She reached up and grabbed his nipples, pinching slightly, and his eyes shot wide open.

  “Oh fuck, yeah,” he moaned, his head falling back as he bellowed his release.

  He didn’t stop thrusting as he came, and within a second, she screamed her release as well. Her hands fell to her sides to wrap in the quilt again as her pleasure exploded through her for a third time. Her brain mush as the orgasm subsided, she felt him fall onto the bed next to her, his panting matching hers. Smiling, she let her eyes close slowly while her body’s functions returned to normal.

  Chapter 11

  Tony watched as Grace slept, curled on her side with her hand by her face. Her green eyes were hidden, but he could imagine the expression in them if she caught him watching her. He was propped up on his elbow, sighing when she did in her sleep. She was exhausted and needed to sleep, but he didn’t feel comfortable remaining in their bus fortress for more than a few hours. He glanced at his watch and calculated the hours until dawn. As long as we leave before the sun comes up, we should be fine, he decided as he lay down on his side, facing her.

  The woman next to him was practically perfect. Strong, brave, intelligent, beautiful, and sexy. She hadn’t been blatant about her need for sex, and he’d found her subtlety incredibly arousing. The reference to a Keanu Reeves movie he’d loved when he was younger had solidified his attraction to her, though she’d said all she wanted was a good romp. No relationship.

  In his past, he would have been perfectly happy with the hard, satisfying sex they’d shared. But this woman lying next to him, exhausted by the ordeal she’d been thrown into, was more than a pretty face and a sexy body. And as he watched her sleeping soundly as if they were in his apartment despite the fact that they were still in very real danger, he was in awe of her.

>   Yeah, and you talk to her like she’s a man, he chided himself as he settled more comfortably on his back. He wasn’t good talking to women, which was why he’d had only one relationship in his entire life. Karly and he had dated in high school and for a couple years after, but he’d been in the service and was gone all the time. When she went to college and discovered all the boys who were interested in her, her absentee boyfriend she claimed to love was no longer important. He’d enjoyed flings without strings ever since.

  He crossed his arms under his head slowly, careful not to jostle Grace next to him. She murmured sweetly in her sleep and snuggled closer, and he smiled at the top of her head near his chest. His gaze flicked up to the ceiling as he let his thoughts meander. He wouldn’t sleep, shouldn’t sleep when the possibility of the cartel finding them was an imminent threat.

  At thirty-seven, he had been contemplating retiring from the job, possibly writing his life into novels with the main character based on himself. When she’d offhandedly commented about them writing this story together, his stomach had clenched painfully, though on the outside, he’d remained impassive. Not only had the idea of retiring crossed his mind…so had settling down with a woman. And the one next to him seemed like the type of woman who could certainly fill that role. Assuming she would want to.

  Feeling awkward because of his love-filled, pansy-ass thoughts, he shifted so that one arm wrapped around Grace. She moved closer again and put her head in the crook of his shoulder, one of her arms snaking over his belly and holding on. Her warmth slipped through him as if her touch was a heated blanket wrapping around him. His eyes grew heavy, and he let them slide closed for a few minutes.

  The few minutes became a few hours, and when he jerked awake, Grace wasn’t next to him. He sat up quickly and looked around the bus, and since that only took three seconds, he jumped up naked and hurried to the door. Just as he jerked it open, she was stepping in the outer door, looking up at him and giggling when she noted his nudity.

  “Well, I could walk in on that sight every day,” she teased as she stepped up into the bus, fully dressed, and closed the door.

  “Where’d you go?” he asked gruffly, his hands carelessly on his hips as he watched her.

  “To pee,” she explained, still smiling as she looked him up and down. “So, um, do we have time for another round of fun?”

  Tony hardened immediately when she smiled up at him and ran her hands down his chest. He reached for her hands and stopped them before they could slide over his semi-erect cock. He glanced at his watch, then led his lips lift into a seductive grin.

  Grace turned her head to the side and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Does that mean yes? A quickie, at least?”

  Tony’s grin widened as he grabbed her shirt and hauled her against his naked body. His mouth was inches from hers when he whispered, “I could fuck you every day.”

  Grace stared up at him, surprise in her expression. She swallowed comically and shook her head, sighing loudly. “Well, handsome, you’ve got about an hour until the sun is up. That’ll probably have to do.”

  Grunting, he dragged her into the bus. As they moved, she yanked off her clothes, shedding them faster than a man on fire. With her pants dangling around one ankle, she leapt up so she could wrap her legs around his waist and press her pussy against his cock, which had awakened fully when he’d watched her strip.

  “Fuck me hard, soldier,” she purred, attacking his neck with her lips, teeth, and tongue.

  She is the woman of my dreams, he thought as she adjusted her body, pressing her tits against his bare chest and her lips against his. He wanted inside her warm pussy quickly, so he dropped her to her feet and spun her around. Understanding his plan, she sprawled across the table, her belly and tits flat against it, and spread her legs. Her pink pussy was so pretty, her bubbly ass so enticing, he stared for a moment.

  Grace looked over her shoulder at him as he ran his fingers up and down her slit, moistening her sweet lips as he stroked himself. She licked her lips and murmured, “If you don’t fuck me, I’m gonna shove you down on the couch and fuck you.”

  “Threats?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow as he pinched her clit lightly, causing her to jerk slightly and hum with pleasure. “I like those types of threats.”

  “Think I won’t?” she dared him as she attempted to lift her body from the table.

  “You won’t have a chance,” he growled as he put a hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place.

  “Prove it,” she challenged, her voice husky but loud. “Fuck me.”

  Tony thought his head would explode as he thrust into her quick and rough, causing a gasping squeal to puff through her lips. He let his head fall back as he pumped into her, relishing the feel of wet velvet around his cock. She rocked back and forth, using her entire body to meet him thrust for thrust. He lowered his head so he could watch his cock entering her and pulling out almost to the tip.

  “Faster!” she screamed, looking over her shoulder at him with bold eyes.

  He adjusted his grip on her and shoved his cock into her pussy at rapid speed, his hips and ass working double time to keep up with her demands. Her yells matched his rhythm, and she slapped the table with one hand as his thighs slammed into the back of hers.

  The desire to slap her ass as he pounded her hard overwhelmed him, and he smacked her with little force, only enough to make a thwack sound. Grace cried out, and simultaneously, he felt her tighten around him as she climaxed. Wetness gushed around his cock, smoothing the friction, and he was able to restrain his pleasure so he could give her more.

  As soon as her climax ended, he pulled out of her and jerked her to her feet. He released her and stepped back to the couch, dropping onto it. His cock pointed up proudly, glistening with her juices. She saw the challenge in his eyes before he verbalized it.

  “Show me what you got.”

  Her eyes gleamed with recent pleasure and continued lust, and she straddled him, taking his manhood in to the hilt. Her tits were in his face, but she didn’t give him a chance to suckle. She grabbed the back of the couch with both hands, adjusted her legs so her knees were pressed hard against his hips, and she began to ride him. Her hair, which hung in a loose mess around her face, trapped him in its curtains, and he grabbed her hips and helped her bounce on him.

  The position created the perfect friction on the sensitive head of his cock, and he wanted to explode inside her after only a few seconds. He clenched his teeth tightly, forcing his pleasure to wait. She rode him hard, panting and crying gibberish as another orgasm seemed close. He wanted to feel her gushing juices as he surrendered to his climax, so he reached between them and found her clit. The angle was odd, but she let go of the back of the couch and put her hands on his knees for balance so he could reach it.

  She continued lifting and lowering her hips, gyrating against his hand as she reached for her pleasure. Tony’s gaze was riveted to her face which had settled in a moue of pleasure, her tits bouncing with every movement. His hand moved more furiously over her clit, and a squeak that turned into a scream of ecstasy, and her face, beautifully lit by her pleasure, was his undoing. He bellowed his release as he spilled his seed into her for the second time.

  Grace was wonderfully sore after the fucking sessions she’d shared with Tony. He was well-endowed and used his hands like a master puppeteer. She’d come more than once in both sessions, which was incredibly rare for her. And she was certain those orgasms had nothing to with the fact that she hadn’t taken a lover in a couple of years. His skills were phenomenal.

  After they’d finished, he’d helped her dress and told her to meet him outside. “Are we leaving?” she asked as she made sure they had gathered everything they’d carried in with them.

  “As soon as I teach you how to shoot a gun,” he announced gruffly.

  She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Please. I’m from Texas. I’ve been shooting guns since I was six years old,” she informed him haug
htily. She lifted a finger, smiling as she made her point. “I’m not the best shot, I’ll admit, but I won’t accidentally shoot myself either.”

  “Huh,” he answered, looking her up and down with interest. “You surprise me every other minute.”

  “I hope pleasantly,” she quipped, kissing him quickly on the lips and sneaking past him out of the bus. Her tummy had warmed with his compliment, and her face had reddened slightly. She waited for him to close the bus door and latch it.

  “What kind of gun have you shot?”

  “Pistols, mostly. Low caliber,” she told him with a shrug.

  “A .22?”

  Grace thought for a second and answered, “Yes, and a couple others. I’m comfortable with the .22 though.”

  “Luckily, I have one of those.” Tony pulled a gun from his pack along with a clip that he loaded with bullets.

  Grace watched him, some apprehension filling her mind. “Why do you think I need a gun?”

  “If something happens to me, or if I’m occupied, I think you need to be able to protect yourself,” Tony reasoned as he flicked the safety on before handing it to her.

  Grace immediately checked to see if a bullet was in the chamber, ejected the clip, reinserted it, and pulled the slide back to load the gun. Glancing at him, she asked, “Target practice?”

  “We probably should, but I don’t really want to draw attention to this area with gunfire,” he replied, nodding to the gun. “I can tell by the way you handled it when I gave it to you that you know what to do.”

  “My dad taught my sisters and me how to shoot,” she said proudly, her heart nostalgic as she remembered going to her dad’s deer lease and learning the ins and outs of weaponry.

  “Cool.” Tony turned and lifted his pack off the ground, shouldering it before looking at her again. “We need to head out.” With no other comment, he turned toward the road leading back to the car with the expectation that she would follow him.