He moves his hand to the back of my head and puts his mouth over mine, kissing me as deeply and passionately as his cock is fucking me.
I want this to last forever. I want this to be all that there is. The two of us, and nothing else in the world.
Except maybe if we were to bring another into this world.
Is it crazy to want that when everything else around us is crumbling apart? I know what kind of man he is, but does he know what kind of father he could be?
He thrusts himself more deeply into me, and his breath quickens. His mouth moves down to my neck where he kisses me. I know it’s coming, and I can’t help myself.
He thrusts one last time, grunting and moaning into my neck, and as his cum fills me. I’m launched into another wave of ecstasy.
He lowers me down to the ground and pulls me more tightly against him. I know he has nothing left in him. He’s filled me up until our cum is mingled and running down my thighs. We stay there, cradled in each other’s arms, forgetting every care in the world, even if only for a second.
This is our time right now. And he’s earned his rest.
I don’t wake up from my sated post-orgasmic haze until I hear the urgency in his voice.
“We have to keep moving.”
This is his training kicking in again. He was always on guard, always on mission, moving endlessly toward his objective and letting nothing stand in his way. Nothing about that has changed.
“I trust you, Jason. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Do you have a place?”
I was worried he would ask me this. Since the second he came back into my life, there was only one other person that I could think of. She won’t be happy to see us.
“Yes, it’s not far from here.”
He can sense my hesitation.
“What is it?”
“After you were gone, I came here once, years later,” I admit. “You weren’t here. I had no idea how to find you. But I did find someone. Someone who helped me forget.”
He waits for me to continue. He’s not the jealous type. “You two have a lot in common.” This gives him pause. “Just please try to remember that she’s a friend, my friend, and she’s someone who can help us.”
He silently nods his assent.
We carefully emerge from the shelter of the building. I try to watch every direction at once, eyes darting around, looking at everything but seeing nothing.
Jason walks on as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, but I’m sure he sees more than I could possibly be aware of.
It’s a short walk to Kristen’s, but it feels like it takes forever, exposed as we were out in the open. I can’t believe I’m taking Jason there.
After we enter her building, I knock on the door and reflexively turn toward the hidden camera mounted next to the door. Jason doesn’t move his head, but I know he sees it as well.
The door buzzes, and I push my way through. The room is dim with very little furniture in it, leaving wide-open spaces between.
Kristen walks up to me, all smiles, kissing both cheeks. Her eyes take a careful appraisal of me while her face is blocked from Jason’s view.
“Who’s your toy?” She turns to Jason. “What are you, Rangers? Seals? Black ops? I can tell by the way you move that you’re something.”
Jason remains silent.
“Kristen, this is Jason.”
Her face changes as she regards the six-foot, two-inch man in front of her, and she almost seems to back away from him.
She knows exactly who he is now.
Without saying another word, she launches herself at him, a knife coming out of nowhere. I stand out of the way. I know that Jason can handle himself, and I think they need to do this to measure each other before either of them will feel safe.
The fight doesn’t take long. Neither suffer any significant injuries, just a few bruises and scrapes. To me, it appears that they just stop, but I know that to both of them, there’s a clear victor.
Kristen, still breathing heavily, looks back at me.
“We need your help, Kristen. They’re after us again. I don’t know if they will stop this time.”
“You can stay here, of course. I’ll let you get cleaned up and get some rest. And I’ll get you some food. Then we’ll figure something out. I have clothes for you, Kat.” She looks at Jason. “You may be a little harder. How do you feel about sequins, or pants with an embroidered ‘Juicy’ on the back?”
He ignores her and we head to the bathroom.
Taking our clothes off, Jason gets in the shower. I follow and start to clean his back. The simple act, so familiar from days gone by, calms me.
He keeps his back to me, pretending not to notice the door opening again as Kristen gets in to join us.
Kristen starts to kiss my neck and shoulders. I wait, wondering what he’ll say when it clicks just what kind of friendship Kristen and I had.
Jason turns around and looks at us, and I start to kiss Kristen, my eyes on his the whole time as I pull her between us.
Jason
I smile as I watch Kristen embrace Kat from behind. It’s not often a guy gets a view like this, especially in a world like this. Kat is already melting and moaning between the heat of the water cascading over us in the shower and the familiar touch of Kristen.
I don’t mind, though. Adaptation is ingrained within me by trade, and this is just another situation to appreciate. I’m just going with the flow, and enjoying what I’m given is my M.O.
As I wash myself slowly and methodically, I look at Kristen’s body, up and down. She’s incredibly well toned. Her muscular frame dwarfs Kat’s, but she still has a feminine air about her that makes me want to bend her right over.
That might come later, but for now I have a show to enjoy.
This is a fantasy—this, here, with Kat—I never expected would come to life.
Kat runs her nails up and down Kristen’s back, leaving light-red lines across her that blend in with her heat-marked skin. Kristen grabs Kat’s hair and yanks her head back, drawing a sharp, pleasure-filled moan from Kat’s throat.
That’s her favorite.
She exposes Kat’s neck and begins to suck, letting her hair go slightly now that she’s found her point. Kat’s eyes are trained on mine, and I see the familiar look completely filled with lust.
Her eyes roll back, and I look down. Kristen’s fingers have found her clit and she teases her, easily drawing moans of ecstasy from her in moments. Kat’s whole body jolts upward as Kristen slips two fingers deep within her.
Her body quivers and shakes as she moans, dropping her head and letting the water run right over her. Kristen’s arm thrusts furiously as she fingers Kat with abandon.
Kat begins to cry out as she reaches her climax. I can’t help but stroke myself, my fingers gliding over my slick cock as I watch her face twist and contort in pleasure. Kristen stares right at her, just as I am, as she brings her to a familiar, body-rocking orgasm.
Kat’s arms embrace Kristen as she quivers under her touch. Kat makes a futile effort to stifle her own screams by biting into Kristen’s shoulder, but this only serves to renew Kristen’s vigor, and her fingers don’t relent in the slightest.
Finally, after what was, by my count, at least three orgasms from Kat, Kristen removes her fingers and immediately sucks them clean. Kat grabs her head and kisses her with passion again, panting for breath as her knees shake.
“Fucking hell, babe…” Kat says breathily. “And here I thought there would be issues coming here…”
Kristen simply smirks and exits the shower, leaving Kat and I to clean ourselves quickly under the rapidly cooling water. Hot water is a fine commodity in these times, and it’s a big gesture that she even offered it in the first place.
We hurry ourselves along, though I’m mostly clean myself at this point. I use my time wisely as I watch. I scrub the dirt of life from Kat quickly and help her out of the shower.
We dry ourselves off and head to the bedroom t
o find our new clothing.
As we walk into the bedroom, I see Kat get pulled to the bed before either of us are even able to react. Kristen shoves her down roughly but knowingly, and Kat falls with much practiced movements.
She looks up expectantly from the bed as Kristen swings her leg over her head and places her cunt right over Kat’s face. The last thing I see of Kat’s mouth is her tongue extending from her open and waiting mouth, a huge smile on her waiting face.
As Kristen grinds down on Kat’s mouth, I take the time to study her body further. Her arms are incredibly muscled but toned, to the point of not being cumbersome. Her shoulders are soft but marked with common signs of both a tough workout and battle.
I wonder what all has happened to her in the years since I’ve seen her.
Her chest is strong, and the muscles under her fantastic tits hold them tight to her fantastically. Everything about this woman is ready for battle, and it’s incredibly sexy.
I knew Kat’s tongue was talented, but something about Kristen must have her extremely worked up because I’m already seeing signs of a building orgasm as she rocks her hips on Kat’s head. Kat is running her hands all over Kristen’s body, stroking her stomach, grabbing her hips, and gripping her tits tightly. It’s all I can do to resist gripping my cock and spraying them both with my pent-up cum.
Kristen arches backward and moans out in orgasm. Kat reaches up to work her clit rapidly, and I see streams of cum spray out from Kristen’s cunt, drenching Kat’s already-damp face and hair. Kristen reaches down and grips Kat’s hair, shoving Kat’s face back into her cunt in the final throes of her orgasm.
Kristen dismounts Kat’s face and lies down, only slightly out of breath. Kat climbs toward me with renewed vigor and grabs my hand, deftly pulling me around onto the bed myself.
Without a moment’s hesitation, my cock is in her mouth as both Kristen and I watch her slurp away at my ten rock-hard inches. Her head bobs up and down as her slender frame wiggles irresistibly behind it.
Almost as if our thoughts about Kat are in sync, Kristen pulls herself up and begins to stroke Kat’s ass. She stares and studies it, then plants a sharp, echoing smack. I can see the redness almost immediately, even from my vantage point.
Kat moans gently on my cock, then louder as Kristen moves behind her to slide her tongue directly into Kat’s ass.
Kat moans even louder and begins to suck me with even more enthusiasm. Her ass sways back and forth against Kristen’s face in rhythm to her sucks and strokes up and down the full length of my cock.
Suddenly, she presses down, taking my entire length into her throat, and a grunting moan escapes me to my surprise. I entangle my fingers in her hair and press her up and down, adding light force to her already-enthusiastic rhythm.
I begin to thrust my hips along with her, pressing my cock to the back of her throat, and each time she lets it pop in and out. This girl really knows how to work.
I see Kristen get even more enthusiastic with Kat’s ass, and she lifts her mouth up off me, still gripping my spit-slick cock tightly, and moans loud. She stares at my face with a devilish grin before spinning around, her ass now in my face.
She kisses Kristen deeply, mixing the taste of my cock with her ass between their mouths, and she slowly lowers her ass down to rub on my cock.
Kat and Kristen’s spit mixes between her cheeks, my cock sliding easily with the lubrication. Kat reaches back without breaking their kiss and grips my cock tightly, angling it to her satisfaction before sliding her ass down the entire length of my cock.
The sheer tightness of her perfect ass makes my mind go completely blank as she works up and down my thick shaft.
She breaks her kiss with Kristen and leans back against me, propping up on her heels to ride my cock faster. She spreads her legs and pulls Kristen’s face down to her cunt, so close that I can feel her breath on my balls, and she begins to eat Kat’s pussy with incredible excitement.
I can feel her slip one, then two fingers inside Kat’s cunt with ease, making her ass even tighter as she slides my cock in and out of her. I feel Kristen’s fingers massage her G-spot then alternate to rub my cock from inside her.
The feeling is maddening, and the all-familiar feeling of my balls swelling up begins to dawn on me.
She rocks her hips up and down against both my cock and Kristen’s face, grabbing her hair and emitting screaming moans from her throat. I grip her hips tightly and begin to thrust upward myself, working in and out of her ass with increasing pace. I feel Kristen’s fingers match me, so I begin to speed up my thrusts until I’m fucking Kat’s fantastic ass with every inch of force my well-trained body can provide.
My cock begins to swell as Kristen shoves her fingers as deep as she can reach, and Kat and I both begin to orgasm. My cum sprays from my cock into her ass, flooding her immediately.
Cum gushes out around my cock. Even my girth isn’t enough to contain the incredible flow my balls are pumping into her.
With a few more thrusts, I’ve emptied my balls into Kat’s ass and fall backward onto the bed, and she falls right on top of me. We’re both smiling and panting for breath as she slowly works me out of her, the cum spilling out onto the mattress. Kristen watches and giggles slightly.
“Pay that no mind. This place is temporary as of now, anyways,” she says, slightly breathless herself. “You two rest up. I’ll set you up with supplies to continue on your way. I’m certain the ones following you will be catching your scent again soon.”
Kristen lets us nap. Kat doesn’t realize just what’s on the line—not yet—but Kristen’s right. Before long, we need to be on our way.
Kat
Being this clean feels so wrong, it’s almost dirty.
I’m not used to waking up so well rested, or in such a comfortable bed. I yawn, stretching like a kitten in the sunshine, and find Jason’s chiseled body beneath the sheets next to mine.
Embracing my newfound lazy feline status, I practically purr. Awake, Jason is tall enough and looks “don’t-fuck-with-me” enough that he can be a little intimidating. Asleep, he’s practically a teddy bear.
It’s not often that you get the chance to catch a guy like him with his guard down. It’s a dangerous world we live in, after all. But a hot shower, a good night’s sleep, and a hard, passionate fuck with my safe house’s host seem to be all that it requires to get Jason’s guard down.
Speaking of our host, Kristen is nowhere to be seen. But she’s left us with a black duffle bag with supplies in the corner and more orgasms than we can count. That’s pretty good hospitality even by old-world standards.
In a world where most people are just as happy to murder us where we stand and loot our corpses for everything we’ve got as they are to wave good morning, this is the goddamn VIP treatment.
For once, it feels like things are finally looking up.
As my eyes trail down Jason’s body, it looks like something else is looking up too. Big Jason might still be fast asleep, but little Jason? Little Jason is standing hard, thick, and ready, pitching such a sizable tent beneath the sheet that continuing to call it Little Jason feels deceitful and wrong.
Jason’s dick is a fucking weapon—locked, loaded, and ready to be fired at will.
I can’t even help myself. I reach for it as if on instinct, my greedy fingers ready to pump that gorgeous piece of man meat until I make him fire his cum cannon all over these nice, clean bed sheets.
But just as my hand wraps around the rock-hard thickness of Jason’s dick, I hear Jason growl like a wild fucking animal. His eyes open fiercely, and he grabs my wrist so hard I’m momentarily afraid he’s going to snap it then and there beneath his big, strong hands.
We stay like that for a second, both of us frozen, hearts pounding, holding our breath.
Jason breathes out first. Gratefully, I follow suit.
“You shouldn’t startle a man awake like that,” Jason says, forcing a laugh. He yanks my wrist and pulls me on top of him, c
laiming my mouth in a kiss.
He’s minty. Fresh. You don’t realize what a luxury toothpaste is after wondering if you’re going to go without it for a while.
It makes my tongue feel pleasantly tingly when Jason slips his between my lips.
“You taste like cunt,” he says, grinding his cock against my pussy with only the sheet between us.
“I wouldn’t mind if you tasted like cunt, too, you know,” I tease, grinding right back.
It feels so fucking good to just feel safe for a while, like nothing’s about to get you and nothing’s about to go wrong.
Of fucking course, it can’t last.
There are keys on top of the bag of supplies Kristen has left us. Inside it is enough water to last us several days. Food for a week, if we ration it. To my surprise, there’s also a bottle of moonshine.
“Wow,” I say, holding it up for Jason to admire. “We must have fucked her pretty good last night.”
“I recall you doing most of the fucking,” Jason says, taking the keys in his thick fingers. “Have a swig, Kat, baby. You’ve earned it. Besides, looks like I’m driving.”
The moonshine is dark and tastes like caramel gasoline. It burns all the way down. It’s been so long since I’ve had hard liquor, I end up coughing like some kind of lightweight after just one swig.
It makes Jason laugh at me.
Normally, I’d mind. I’d get offended or some shit. But Jason has a nice laugh, and these days, you take your amusement where you can get it.
Enjoy it while you still can.
The keys go with some kind of modded-out Trans Am. It has a hazard-orange body, although between the doors, the hood, and the trunk, it’s a total ROY G. BIV situation. Every color of the rainbow.
It might have been a firebird once, in another lifetime. Now, when Jason turns the key in the ignition, it runs, and that’s all anyone can ask of it.
As I slide into the passenger side next to him, I tuck my slender legs up beneath me on the worn leather of the seat. The road before us is long and full of potholes. Barely a road at all, really.
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