“Yeah. That’s right. Fuck her with your tongue. Get her nice and wet so she can take you.”
I find Chase’s head, gripping his hair in my hands. Grinding my pussy against his face, I pant softly, enjoying the way he does just that. He slips the tip of his tongue inside of me, gathering the moisture, swallowing it with a rumbled growl.
The penetration helps, and so do the vibrations, but when Chase sucks my clit into the heat of his mouth, nothing on Earth could stop me from coming all over his face.
Only once my legs stop shaking does he disentangle himself from the death grip I had on his head. A small satisfied smile crosses his shiny face as he moves up, kissing me while I’m still panting from the climax he gave me.
As he kisses me, he lines our bodies up. He slides the head of his dick up and down my slit. I know what he’s doing. He’s making sure that giving me oral was enough to prep my body totake him. Fucking me dry would only make this so much worse, but how the hell can he expect me to be aroused with Darryl right there?
Because he’s Chase. That’s it. Because it’s Chase, and there isn’t anyone else I would trust in a life-or-death situation like this.
“It’s okay,” I whisper to him. “I promise.”
He nods. His jaw goes tight, a muscle flexing in his cheek. He hates this. As much as I’m sure he would’ve jumped at the chance to sleep with me again, this isn’t what Chase has in mind.
Same.
I never thought I’d have sex with an audience. But it’s not like I haven’t been with him before. He’ll make it quick, I’ll close my eyes and pretend it’s just the two of us, and then we can work on getting the hell out of here.
I’ll close my eyes…
I look up at Chase one last time. Our eyes meet—and we only have a few moments before all hell breaks loose.
Chase was poised on top of me. Our bodies were nearly flush. He kept himself lifted up on his elbow so that we weren’t quite touching yet, though his erection had brushed against my inner thigh a few times before he was lining us up. He hadn’t put it in yet, though. He was stalling. Looking at my face, testing if I really was going to go along with this as though we had any choice, all he needed to do was position his dick at the entrance to my pussy and push.
He already made me come with his mouth. My pussy is slick, my body more relaxed than it was before he engaged in foreplay. I’d like to lie and say that I’ve forgotten the perv in the corner as Chase prepares to fuck me, but this is going to be a real “close your eyes and take it” moment. Once we’re done, we can get the hell out of here, and never speak of this again.
At least, that’s my plan.
Maverick, it turns out, had a completely different one.
Later, I’ll wonder if I applaud his perfect timing or if I hold it against him. With Darryl grunting softly, and Chase murmuring for me to keep my eyes on him, only onhim, I brace myself as he slides into me, smooth and slow.
I suck in a breath that’s echoed by Chase as he seats himself inside of me. Fuck me, it’s a perfect fit, and as we make that connection, I can forget—if only for a second—why exactly I’ve let him inside me again.
And that’s when it happens.
I don’t know if the door was locked. With Darryl in the room with us, I wouldn’t think so, but it doesn’t matter. Maverick must’ve kicked it in because, over Chase’s shoulder, I catch the way the door flies in, smashing into the other side of the wall the instant theboomsteals my attention from Chase’s dick to the new arrival. Mav’s boot is still raised, though he lowers it immediately, stalking into the room.
His gun is in his hand. Finger already on the trigger, he turns toward Darryl as the ex-con leaps to his feet, and he shoots it.
With his pants down and his dick out, Darryl drops to the floor.
It was a perfect shot. Maverick must’ve aimed for the forehead because the bullet blasts right through, spraying blood and brain matter all over the wall behind Darryl before he falls, instantly dead.
There is no shock. There is no hesitation. There’s no fucking time for it. Darryl is dead, Mav killed him, and we need togo.
Chase pulls out of me, scrambling to his feet so that he can stand in front of me. He throws out his free hand, shielding me from view while purposely tucking his hard-on out of sight. I force myself up and out of the bed, hiding my tits with one arm as I stand. Reaching down as best I can, viscerally aware of the handcuffs keeping us connected, I adjust my bottoms so that I’mcovered there. I snag the bikini top off the floor, shoving it into my pocket.
Maverick marches toward us, his gun at his side. His eyes are fixed on a point over my shoulder, careful not to sneak a peak of what I have going on under my jacket. Tugging it closed, I hurriedly do up the zipper while Chase matches my motion, keeping me covered while respecting the tug of the cuffs.
There. I’ve got my boots on, tits covered, and while my ass might be hanging out, at least the bikini bottoms are hiding most of my bits.
Good.
Now I can kill Maverick?—
No. Down, girl. He saved you. If it wasn’t for Maverick, then Darryl might have?—