Before The Night Is Over

by Sandy Sullivan

  His cock twitched under her fingers and she smiled against his chest, then nipped at the flat copper disc.

  “Oh, I’m up for more, especially with you.”

  * * * *

  Her hand wrapped around his painfully swelling cock, stroking up and down in slow torment. The little witch knew exactly what she did to him. Her saucy smile and wicked peek through her lashes at him, made him hard enough to pound nails with his dick. God, she’s gorgeous with all her red hair falling around her shoulders, a blush on her pale skin and my little purple love bites on her breasts. Did she even realize they were there?

  “What are you grinning about sexy man?”

  “You,” he murmured, threading his fingers through her hair and wrapping one curl around her nipple.

  “Me? What did I do?”

  “It’s not what you’ve done. It’s what I plan on you doin’ before the night is over. Suckin’ me, lickin’ me, and ridin’ me.”

  “Mmm. I like your way of thinking, Mr. Dunn. Which shall I do first?” she asked trailing her lips over his chest and inching her way down his abdomen. “Lick?” The rough pad of her tongue slid over him from root to tip. “Suck?” She took the straining head of his cock between her lips and sucked just the tip before she swirled her tongue around and around, driving his desire to almost explosive levels. Her hand dipped between his legs and cradled his balls in between her fingers, rolling them, stroking them and driving him crazy. The hum in her throat reverberated down his straining shaft and exploded in his nuts.

  “Sweet Jesus, Laurel.”

  Her mouth swallowed every inch of his cock until he felt the back of her throat. The swallowing motions about drove him over the brink before he could tamp it down. His toes curled and his legs shook.

  “Enough, woman. Grab the condom from the nightstand.”

  “Oh. Strawberry? Can I put it on?”

  “Only if you don’t torment me anymore.”

  “You are no fun at all, Kale, but I want to do one more thing.”

  He groaned, but nodded—not able to tell her no to anything she wanted to do to him.

  “It’s not that bad. You’ll like it. I swear.”

  She placed the condom in her mouth and slowly rolled it down his shaft.

  Holy fuck!

  Once she had it in place, she gave him a wicked grin and a saucy wink as she straddled his hips and took him to the root of his dick, deep inside her.

  She tossed her hair behind her and arched her back. A low purr erupted from her lips when she leaned forward and rocked her hips.

  The glide of her pussy over his cock sent shock waves down his spine and a rush of blood in his ears. Grasping her hips, he helped her angle her pussy to give them both the best friction possible.

  “Oh yeah. Perfect.”

  He spread his legs and pulled his heels up to give him more leverage and allow him to meet her down thrust with one up plunge of his own. Leaving her hips, he grasped her breasts and kneaded the firm flesh. God, he loved her tits. Perfectly shaped and the ideal size for his palms. He pinched her nipples until she groaned and sped up the pace.

  Her pussy vibrated around his cock as her climax built. The tightening of his balls felt like a rubber band pulling taut, ready to snap his resolve to nothing with each rock of her hips.

  The skin of her abdomen quivered beneath the slow glide of his hand. When his thumb found her clit and started to stroke, she through her head back and whimpered.

  “Please. Fuck me hard, Kale. Help me.”

  “Hold yourself up a little. Yeah, perfect,” he said.

  He pumped his hips as her pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing until he thought he would lose his mind. She screamed his name when she came hard.

  She folded like an accordion onto his chest, breathing hard enough to ruffle the fine hair around his nipple.

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, but we aren’t done yet.”

  “No?”

  He trailed his finger to the pucker of her ass. “Ever had a man here?”

  “Once.”

  “Did you like it?”

  She stared into his eyes and a slow smile spread across her lips. He dipped one finger into the hole and she pushed her ass against his hand.

  “I take it you did.”

  “Yes, but I could never get…”

  “Don’t say it, Laurel. Don’t bring him between us right now.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered, dropping her gaze.

  He put one finger under her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. “It’s okay, honey. I want this to be only you and me, though. No one else.”

  “So do I, Kale.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes. He’s my past and I need to look at my future. I’m tired of guarding my heart and not letting myself get close to anyone. Let me say one thing. Dennis never wanted anal sex. Period. I want you there. Love me like you mean it, even if it’s only for tonight.”

  With a quick flex of his hips, he had her on her back and hovered above her. “Do you have something for lubrication around here?”

  “Um, there’s KY in the drawer of my nightstand.”

  Mmm…interesting.

  He reached over and pulled the tube from the drawer and also the dildo he found.

  Her chest flushed red hot and her cheeks blushed almost as red as her hair.

  “Wha…what are you going to do with that?”

  “You’ll see. Roll over onto your stomach and spread your thighs wide.”

  Once she lay on her belly, he flicked on the vibrator and gently ran it over her pussy lips.

  “Oh God.” A soft moan slipped from her lips.

  “Like it?”

  “Oh yeah. Don’t stop.”

  Her hips lifted and wiggled with each pass of the plastic tip over her clit. His balls ached and his cock throbbed. The need to bury himself in her ass, drove him to the brink of crazy, but the need to make it good for her forestalled any thoughts of taking his own pleasure before she was mindless with need. When he thought she held onto the brink of sanity by her fingernails, he slipped the vibrator deep into her pussy.

  The high keen of her voice when she screamed his name, told him she’d gone over the edge at least once and damn did it sound like heaven to his ears.

  Her breath came out in hard pants as he bent over her back.

  “Lift your hips, honey,” he said pulling the condom over his erection and lubing it up nice and slick.

  “Fuck.”

  “That’s the plan, darlin.” The low bubble of laughter from her mouth, made him smile. “Easy,” he crooned, bumping the stiff head of his cock against her back hole.

  The soft hiss of pain from her lips made him take it slow and steady as he eased himself into her tight passage.

  “Jesus, you are so tight.”

  “It’s been a long time and with the vibrator still in my pussy, it makes it so much tighter, I’m sure.”

  “Feels like heaven.”

  When she relaxed and pushed her ass back against him, he drove the rest of the way inside with a hearty groan.

  “Let me know when I can move,” he murmured next to her ear.

  After several long seconds, she slowed her breathing and spread her thighs further apart. “Now, Kale. Fuck me hard. God, I need this. I need you.”

  He lifted his chest and grasped her hips with both hands. The slow rock of his pelvis drove his cock deep inside her ass. He almost lost control when she reached between her thighs, pulled the vibrator partially out and started fucking her pussy with it. Matching his rhythm stroke for stroke drove him to the edge of the abyss.

  “Holy hell,” he growled, his ball drawing up tight against his groin in preparation to blow his load.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Her pussy clamped down and her ass contracted around his dick, forcing his own climax to burst from his balls and out the end of his cock, to stretch the condom to overflowing proportions.

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sp; He dropped his head onto her shoulder and pulled deep breaths into his lungs.

  “Oh my God.”

  “Yeah. You could say that again.”

  The soft laugh brought a smile to his lips. After several moments, his breathing slowed and he pulled his semi-erect cock from her ass. He picked up the still buzzing vibrator from the bed and walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get something to clean them both off with.

  When he returned he slowly rolled her over and then ran the warm wash cloth between her legs.

  The deep sigh she released pulled at his heart strings.

  “Are you sure you don’t know how to ride a horse? You seemed like a natural when you were ridin’ my hips there, darlin’.”

  The little snort from her lips made him chuckle.

  After he finished, he dropped the washcloth back in the bathroom and then returned to slide beneath the sheet next to her. She rolled into his side, tucked her head on his chest and placed her hand low on his abdomen, while he trailed his fingers up and down her spine, loving the softness of her skin and the silkiness of her hair between his fingers. God, he loved her hair, loved her tits, loved her eyes—fuck. He loved her. He was so screwed.

  Chapter Ten

  “Kale?” Laurel whispered, trying to hold onto the closeness, but he shifted and seemed to draw away from her.

  “Yeah?”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothin’. Why?”

  “You’re so quiet. It’s not like you,” she said.

  He seemed distance somehow.

  “You wore me out woman.”

  “Sorry. You’re probably tired.”

  “A little. It’s hard work keeping up with Kimmy.”

  “Tell me about it.” She giggled and then sobered. “Stay with me tonight.”

  “I thought you’d never ask, darlin’.”

  Within moments, he snored softly next to her while she laid her head on his chest and breathed him in. Flashes of him with Kimberly zipped across her mind and she frowned. He seemed to have wormed his way into a special place in her life whether she wanted him there or not.

  Want him there? Are you serious? You want him all right, but how much? Are you willing to give him your heart or are you going to walk away from the best thing that’s happened to you?

  She needed to think and couldn’t do it lying next to his hard body, or feeling his warm breath ruffling the baby fine hairs at her temple. Without waking him, she slipped from the bed, threw on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and walked to the door. A quick glance at his sleeping form revealed he hadn’t moved, so she quietly stepped out into the hall.

  She paced back and forth in front of the window in the living room as she chewed on her fingernail.

  “What the hell am I going to do?” she asked out loud, hoping someone would tell her or at least give her a clue. “If this keeps up, I’ll be in love with him before the weeks is out.”

  Aren’t you halfway there already?

  God, she hated her inner voice at times and this was one of them. She didn’t need her heart battling with her head right now.

  The jingle of her cell phone in her purse stopped her pacing.

  “Who the hell is calling me at this time of night?” She grabbed her purse and shifted stuff around until she found it in the bottom and flipped it open. “Hello?”

  “Laurel?”

  “Jeff? Why are you calling me?”

  “Shit, Laurel. I think I went too far.”

  “What’s going on Jeff? What have you done?”

  “It’s…it’s Elizabeth. She’s not moving.”

  “Call nine-one-one you dipshit and I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She clicked the phone shut and cussed a blue streak as she threw the phone back into her purse. “Motherfucker. I’m going to seriously hurt him.” Slipping on her flip-flops still lying under the coffee table, she grabbed her purse and car keys.

  “I’ll leave Kale a note so if he wakes up he’ll know where I went. He’ll stay with Kimmy until I get back.”

  After scrawling a message, she left it next to the coffee pot hoping he’d find it there first. She pulled the door shut on the apartment and headed down the stairs to her car. The parking lot seemed darker than usual. She realized the light near the back of the pavement seemed to have burnt out. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She glanced from left to right, trying to figure out what seemed different. Gravel crunched under a boot behind her and she spun around just in time to see the bulk of a man swing his arm before it connected with her jaw.

  The low growl of the voice penetrated the buzzing in her head. “You little bitch. You think you’re so damned smart.”

  A boot connected with her ribs and she rolled into a ball to protect her middle as pain exploded in her right side, forcing out a whimper.

  A low chuckle escaped from the man’s mouth. The sound sent chills down her back, right before he hit her again and everything went black.

  * * * *

  Elizabeth whimpered and pressed her knuckles to her lips to hold the sound in. If she let him know she watched, he’d kill her for sure.

  She’s your sister for God’s sake. Help her! She would never let something happen to you like this.

  “I…I can’t.”

  He picked up Laurel and tossed her in the back seat of the car, slid into the front and within moments, he drove out of the driveway.

  The terror rushing through Elizabeth finally gave way to love. Laurel loved her. She’d always come, always been there for her every time Jeff hurt her. Leaving Laurel to fend for herself wasn’t what a sister should do.

  “I’ll follow and then call the police once I know where he’s taking her.”

  She started the car and slowly pulled out behind him. If he saw someone following him, he might just killed Laurel and be done with it. Keeping track of Laurel’s car, wouldn’t be a problem. The multitude of stickers on the back, made it stand out like a beacon. Everything from Disney decals to save a horse, ride a cowboy was plastered across the bumper.

  They drove for several miles until they came to a park on the outskirts of town sitting off near the local lake. The car pulled into the deserted parking lot and Elizabeth pulled over on the other side of the road. Apparently Laurel had regained consciousness, but still seemed out of it when she saw him push her sister in front of him and she staggered, holding her head with one hand. Once they’d disappeared into the dense growth of trees, Elizabeth slid out of the car and headed toward Laurel’s car.

  “Please let it be open. Please let it be open.”

  She tugged on the handle and prayed. The door opened with a soft click and Elizabeth hoped Laurel’s purse and cell phone were in the car. Jeff never let her have a cell phone of her own, afraid she’d be able to call for help or maybe another man would start calling her. She didn’t know his reasoning, but he seemed crazy jealous of anyone even talking to her. Not her sister, not her parents…no one.

  No purse and no cell phone.

  “Damn it,” she whispered reverently. “Now what the hell am I going to do?”

  The open glove box caught her attention and she noticed the butt of Laurel’s service revolver buried under the multitude of papers.

  Her gun? But, I don’t know how to shoot a gun.

  “She needs me. Even if I don’t know how to shoot it, maybe I can get it to her so she can protect herself.”

  Elizabeth pulled the gun from the glove box and wrapped her hand around the butt of the pistol. After she softly closed the door, she tried to keep her steps light as she followed in the direction they’d gone.

  Several moments later, she heard voices in the distance.

  “You just can’t keep your fucking nose out of anything, can you Laurel?”

  “I’m not letting you hurt Elizabeth anymore, Jeff. She needs to leave you, you son of a bitch.”

  “She’ll never leave me. She loves me, the crazy bitch. She likes the pain. You should feel her pussy clench
around my fingers as I take my belt to her ass until she’s welted and bloody.”

  “I’ll kill you before I let you hurt her again.”

  “It doesn’t matter, Laurel. They’ll find your body back here in the woods, just like those other two worthless bitches, when I’m done with you.”

  “Other two?” Laurel asked and Elizabeth crept closer.

  What the hell is he talking about?

  “You know. You found one of them. They were nothing. Barfly’s. But they fessed up a nice piece of ass before I beat the hell out of ‘em.”

  “You killed those girls?” Laurel questioned as she leaned heavily against a tree.

  “Yep, but it doesn’t matter if you know or not because you aren’t leaving here alive either. I’m going to enjoy whipping the fight out of you before you die.” He grabbed Laurel’s hair, spun her around and plastered her front against the tree trunk. The clink of a chain sounded loud in the dimness of the forest, but not loud enough to attract anyone else’s attention even if anyone were around this late at night.

  Elizabeth was frozen with fear as she watched her husband tie her sister to the tree. Laurel continued to talk, but Jeff obviously wasn’t listening to her.

  “You won’t get away with this, Jeff. Kale is at my apartment. He’ll be looking for me soon.”

  “So, you’re fucking my old boss, huh? No wonder he fired me. You were blowing him all along, weren’t you?”

  “Does it matter? He’ll still be looking for me and when he realized what you’ve done, he’ll kill you with his bare hands.”

  “Kale’s a pussy,” he snarled, continuing to tie Laurel to the tree until he seemed satisfied she couldn’t get free. Once he finished, he stepped back and grabbed something off the ground.

  No, no, no. He’s got the whip.

  Elizabeth knew the sting of the whip by heart. It seemed to be one of her husband’s favorite toys to use on her.

  As he stepped back and cracked it a couple of times, Elizabeth stepped out of the shadows. He wasn’t going to hurt, Laurel. He could do what he wanted to her, but not her sister.