by Teagan Kade
I clutch at his hair, pull him into me, my back coming off the carpet hot and sweaty.
I curse at the ceiling, curse at the intense pleasure and sensation swimming upwards to my core from my clit, my hole wide and open desperate to be stuffed and filled.
He works the hood of my clit up with his thumb, his tongue shifting and pressing constantly against the tender nub until I’m not sure how much more I can take.
I want to come, I want to come more than anything, but I want to do so with him inside me. It’s been a week, all the sexual energy is about to overflow, and I’m scared, fucking terrified that when the flood does arrive I’ll be swept away, struck down by its intensity.
With a murmur of satisfaction his head lifts from the hot space between my legs. He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes, chin and lips wet with my desire.
I need a distraction. I sit up and kneel forward, pushing him back and taking hold of his rigid member, surprised at the heat coming from it and the pearl of pre-cum that hovers on its head.
He throws his head back. “Yes, baby. I want to feel your mouth on me.” He’s shaking, quivering in anticipation of what that cock will feel like in my mouth, my pussy. “This is for saving my life,” I tell him, right before I place my lips over the head of his cock and take him deep.
His hands lock against the side of my head, his buttocks hard and firm.
I work my tongue around his velvety, salty shaft, sucking and licking until he’s thrusting forward to match, to fill more of my mouth.
I hold my tongue flat and let him saw across its soft surface, letting him do the work as he starts to enter my throat.
If there’s one thing all the training we’ve been doing has gifted me with, it’s the ability to hold my breath. I take him deep into my throat, clench the muscles vice-tight around his shaft until he’s grunting and groaning above me barely able to hold himself off. His balls tickle my chin, pressed against my face as my lips close around the root of his cock and I take his entire length.
“Holy shit,” he announces, his cock settled comfortably in my throat.
I let out a soft vibration and he stiffens, but I don’t want him to come yet, no.
I pull him free, a bridge of spittle expanding and then sinking away between us as I turn and kneel away from him, my ass out and my pussy open and wet in front of his eyes.
I lower my cheek to the carpet and bend my back, beg him to enter me.
It’s all the invitation he needs. He angles his cock down towards my pussy and drives deep from the very first stroke. Holding my cheeks, he doesn’t hold back, filling me completely.
He lets out something halfway between a whimper and an exclamation, drawing out and driving back in harder, crushing himself against my tender lips.
“Uh,” I grunt, face sliding against the carpet, hands pressed out either side of my head against the onslaught.
This is what I’ve been missing, that deep and all-fulfilling feeling only a hard cock can provide. Only Deacon’s hard cock.
Deacon fucks me with everything he has, somehow finding places I never even knew existed inside me. My core clenches and releases. I build, drawing closer and closer to climax as the scent of our bodies coming together overpowers everything.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, voice as wet and lusty as the hunger between my legs. One of my hands snakes beneath me to strum at my clit.
Deacon lifts himself higher and fists my hair in his hand, lifting me from the floor, the burn of the carpet is hot on my cheek, but I barely notice it.
Poised over my back, he angles himself and drives deeper still, his cock bent inside my body and pressing right against my g-spot.
I move against him, my hips gyrating and sucking his member in. “Fuck me,” I plead, eyes pressed tight together to stave off my impending orgasm.
The floorboards whine under my knees as I’m hammered, Deacon’s giant cock sluicing in and out of my open pussy and sending bolts of electricity jumping from the polar ends of my body.
My mouth opens as wide as it will go, jaw strained, my scalp pulling with the hair in his hand.
An idea strikes me, something I’ve always wanted to try but never had the trust for with any previous partner.
“My ass,” I manage to stammer. “Put it in my ass.”
A wet thumb presses against the tight cherry of my anus and pushes inside. I’m flooded again with fresh, powerful arousal.
The thumb removed, Deacon pulls out of my pussy and presses the head of his cock against my ass, shifting high above me before drilling downwards.
I’ve never felt anything like it, a loud and lengthy moan leaving my mouth as his prick easily slides past the hot grip of my sphincter and deep into my ass. It’s incredible, a feeling of fulfilment beyond any I have known, the taboo and sudden act taking me by surprise.
He grunts at my tightness, drawing out before plunging down again deeper still, my mouth locked open in a silent ring.
His cock is in your ass.
The thought pushes me over the edge.
My head floats. I’m starved of oxygen. A sudden explosion of energy snaps my spine. I feel like I’m going to be broken in two it’s so powerful, barely managing to keep my jaw open as my entire body draws tight and convulses, the climax so powerful all I can see are dots, fissures of light, a strange ringing sound in my ears.
My ass grabs at the hard cock inside it, squeezing and releasing out of my control. Deacon lets go of my hair and crushes himself against me, his release flowing hot and fast.
When he pulls away I collapse to the floor, completely spent. He has to carry me to the shower, hold me in position like an invalid while he soaps and cleans my body.
Naked, dry, I seat myself on the edge of his bed. He lies beside me, cock flat against his chest.
“You look exhausted,” I note.
He lifts himself onto his elbows and I’m struck with a sudden burst of energy.
I swing myself over him, settle into his lap. He’s firm again. I can tell by the way he presses against me. He’s hard as iron as I rock back and forth.
He leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth, sucking until it’s a tight bud. His cock swells against my pussy as he does so. I rock up and test its give with the cum-slick flesh already so sensitive there.
I reach down and position him at my hole, settling onto my knees as his cock sinks deep inside me once more.
He continues to suck even as I press my tongue into his ear. He shifts my hips and I take him deeper and deeper until I feel his cock slippery and thick in my most private parts.
“Can you come inside me, or are you all out?” I question.
He laughs. “For you, baby, I’m never out.”
He lifts me easily, cradling my head as he lays me onto the bed, the mattress firm under my back.
His next thrust comes so forcefully I slide halfway up the bed. I lift my hips and he powers into me again, grunting, relentless, filling me with a violent, desperate need I have never experienced before.
We collide again, over and over, his fingers slipping to grasp the flesh of my hips, holding me still as he drives into me with a series of hard, bruising thrusts.
“Deacon,” I moan. I spread my knees as wide as I’m able. I want so desperately to feel his cum shooting deep into my pussy, pulsing at the end of me. I want that deeper, secondary connection. I need it more than I’ve needed anything.
I manage to flip us over and take hold of his shoulders, bearing down on his dick with my full weight. He thrusts upwards when the connection is lost, jerking in frantic desperation to find his next release.
I bear down on his cock, plunge myself up and down, taking as much of him as I possibly can with each stroke until the soft down of his balls brush against my freshly fucked asshole. It’s this small sensation that’s my undoing.
My climax hits me as I’m headed down, he kicks back up into me, tight and tense.
He comes and I feel it—a warm gush.
My pussy grips and releases him, drinks his cock down to its very last drop, the fresh cum adding to the orgasm before and the countless orgasms to come, my hair as sweat-slicked and wet as the space between my legs, my mouth stuck in a perpetual oval.
We spasm one last time together, a chill, his eyes wide and wondrous looking up to me before I stand on shaky legs on the bed. I stand above him panting, my hair tangled and messy, my sex splayed open. “Was that Hollywood enough for you?”
CHAPTER TWENTY
DEACON
Razor arrived home late, but not before Lux and I made good use of the claw bath down the back. She even managed to proposition me in the middle of night, the two of us trying to keep our voices down for once, screwing like a couple of horny teenagers.
The storm never arrived, the sun’s up and day is looking to be a stunner. It feels strange to be sitting at the breakfast table without Bo, but, as they say, life goes on.
Lux is tucking into the bacon. I like that. I like a girl who eats. “They say this low that’s coming is once in a century.”
I look to Razor. “Do they?”
She’s clearly excited. “What do you think? Will Shipstern be big?”
I cut my toast down the middle. “It will be big, huge, if you can handle it.”
“Oh, I can handle it,” she winks.
“We’ve trained for this. You want to do your pop proud and we’re going to make it happen. After that, we make arrangements to get out of Finke, start over again.”
“What about Bo? You’re not worried, after…” says Razor, busy shoveling in a forkful of egg. I cut him a ‘shut the fuck up.’
Lux shakes her head, popping more bacon in her mouth, her tongue coming up and tucking it inside. “I know you guys have my back.”
I straighten up. “Don’t give me an excuse to do mouth-to-mouth on you again.”
A vision of her sucking my cock wipes everything away, the way her lips closed around the head, tongue lashing my glans. I’ve had blowjobs before, but that…
“What about you, Razor?” she says. “You ever get scared out there?”
He laughs. “I’m the fucking king of the ocean, baby, King fucking Triton.”
“Where’s your trident then?”
He holds up three fingers spanned out in ‘the shocker.’ “Two for the pink, one for the stink.”
I shake my head. “You are a fucking disgrace.”
Razor goes back to eating his breakfast. “I won’t argue with that, but given all the rumpy-pumpy I’ve heard coming from you two lately, I don’t think you can talk. I mean, Jesus, do you know how hard it is to find ear plugs in this town?”
I exchange a look with Lux. Perhaps we have been a little loud lately. I address Razor. “There’s no one in town that’s caught your eye? I bet Sarah could do with a good roll in the hay.”
Razor chokes on his food, spluttering it out and coughing. “No. Just no.”
There’s a loud knock on the door.
Razor stands and walks to the curtain beside it, pulling it aside and looking out. “Speak of the devil.”
He opens it. “Sarah, what a surprise.”
“Deacon here?”
“Aw, thought you were looking for me, hot stuff.”
I head to the door. “Sarah? What is it?”
“You’ve got trouble, Deacon.”
“Trouble?” I question.
“A group of bikers showed up this morning from up north, bad eggs, colors and all. They came asking about you.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Not a damn thing, of course. Said I didn’t know anyone fitting the description, but I can’t guarantee others around here will be so willing to hide your identity. Best thing for you boys is to leave right now. I don’t know what kind of shit you’re mixed up in and, frankly, I don’t care, but we can’t have a war being waged in the middle of town.”
“How many?”
“Three, maybe.”
That’s not so bad. We could handle that. I place my hand on her shoulder. “Thank you, Sarah, truly.”
“Any time. Lux with you?”
Lux pipes up from the table. “Hi, Sarah.”
She turns her attention back to me. “You make sure nothing happens to her, you hear. If it does, I’ll take great pleasure cutting off that famous cock of yours.”
“I bet.”
“Be safe.”
“We will.”
The door closes and I look to Razor. “It’s time. Get the gear.”
*
Razor dumps the stash on the breakfast table.
Lux looks on stunned. “Holy shit. What are you guys gearing up for? Armageddon?”
I pass over a Glock to her. “Here, take this.”
She picks up a mag and slots it in. I wonder if she feels comfortable holding a gun again.
“You ever use one, on the job?” I query.
Her cobalt eyes flick up to me. “No, funnily enough. Never. You really think this is necessary?”
I check the sight on a rifle, Razor busy stuffing his pockets with clips and ammo. “There’s a small town about an hour away, Port Arthur. There was a massacre there back in the nineties. A solo gunman killed thirty-five people. I’m not about to let another one happen on my watch. So, we take the fight away from town. We take it to them.”
Razor doesn’t look convinced. “And how do you propose we do that?”
I smile at him. “How do you feel about being the bait for once?”
*
Lux is looking out to the ocean as I come up beside her. A solid mass of black is building out on the horizon.
“Are you sure about this?” she says.
I check the rifle again, must be about the hundredth time I’ve done so now. “No, but we’re out of options. The bikers I fucked over in Millertown have no doubt sent a local Australian chapter to take care of me, but they won’t be expecting you.”
We’re high up on the cliffs a mile or so out of town. There’s a series of concrete battlements up here from the Second World War, a long bunker we’ll use to draw them in. The invasion never came back in the 1940s, but it will today.
I steel myself. This is it.
I hear something approaching in the distance. Fuck, the plan was to have Razor wait at home, lure them out here on his bike, but this is way too quick.
I pull Lux close. “We haven’t got much time. Can you hide up in the scrub to the right there, keep an eye on us?”
She holds the gun with both hands. “Okay.”
“Any trouble, you flank them, come in from the back. Yes? If we’re in danger, you pull that fucking trigger. Don’t think twice. Okay?”
“Yes.” She looks nervous, but I have a sense she’ll be okay. She’s trained for this, but even so, I don’t want her in the bunker where things could go pear-shaped. If she’s up in the scrub she’s at least got a chance of getting away.
I check the hill, but there’s no sign of Razor yet.
I want to kiss Lux, tell her everything will be okay, but I wave her on towards the scrub. I want to get her to safety as soon as possible.
When she’s gone, I head into the bunker. Inside, it’s damp and cool. Parts of the walls have decayed into holes, only concrete remaining, but there’s still only a single point of entry, one door at the front. They’ll be forced to come in single file through the bottleneck. That’s how we’ll take them down. It’s not the greatest plan, but my head’s a mess, a fucking blurry mish-mash of thoughts and emotion.
The sound of bikes lifts in the distance.
I move to what used to be one of the front windows and watch a sedan and two bikes swing down the road, one of them Razor’s, but it’s not Razor who’s on it.
He wasn’t quick enough.
They have him.
Fuck.
My grand plan is lost.
I retreat back into the center of the bunker, hear voices outside, a muffled grunting that has to be Razor.
Lux. Fuck. I c
an’t worry about her as well.
Razor’s the first one in, the others following behind his back.
It’s not good. He’s got duct tape over this mouth, forehead dripping blood, his right eye puffy and swollen. His hands are cable tied together behind his back.
The bikers fan out, weapons raised. There are three of them, just like Sarah said—a big guy in a blue wife-beater, a skinny cracker type, and another guy with his head shaved and denim jacket on. They’re locals, but there’s no doubting they’re here on behalf of my friends in Millertown.
The big one says as much when he introduces himself. “Well, well. What a fine little gathering we have here, matey. Deacon, is it now?”
I keep quiet, calm.
“How about you start by dropping those weapons of yours,” the big one continues.
I lift the rifle a little higher. “Like fucking hell.”
I want to look outside, to check on Lux, but I don’t want to give her position away either. The skinny one puts a gun to Razor’s head. “Better drop that boom-stick, sunny-boy, unless you want your brother’s brains all over the floor.”
I try to buy time. “Why are you looking for me? What do you want?”
The big one laughs. “You know full well why we’re here, son. You think this is some Point Break bullshit you’re playing at here, that someone wouldn’t clue onto you eventually? Then your dipshit brother had to get all gobbled up by a great white. Bad news, but it did reach our friends in the US, which is, ding ding, why we’re here.”
Razor blinks at me with one eye. If he’s trying to tell me something, it’s not making sense.
I grit my teeth, keeping the gun trained on the big one. “I’ll ask again. What do you want?”
He raises his voice. “I already said it once. I won’t say it again. Drop that fucking weapon. Do that and your brother here will go free. He won’t be harmed. You have my word.”
“Your word?” I laugh. “And that’s supposed to mean something?”
“Do it.”
I’ve got no choice.
I keep my eyes on Razor, lowering the rifle to the floor.
“Joey,” calls the big one, “sweep that shit up”.