Through A Glass, Darkly (The Assassins of Youth MC #1)(56)

Gideon slurped a nipple into his mouth. The suddenness made me jump a foot in the air, but I landed smack back on his hard-on. He lapped away for dear life, and I started relaxing into it. I cradled his skull to my chest, the other hand dexterously tugging the hem of his wifebeater up, up, up over his armpits. He let me yank on it, holding an arm over his head, until I’d stripped his chest bare. I wanted to feel his naked skin against my breasts.

I was soon rewarded when I smashed my chest to his. It was the sort of bonding I’d only felt when nursing Vonda. I felt so close to him, my trust soared, filling the tent with its sanctity. He nuzzled and lapped at my stiff nipple, and all my insecurities evaporated. I became brazen, audacious, brimming with fearlessness. Rocking my pelvis back and forth, my pubic bone massaged his fat penis. He gripped my hip and swayed his pelvis into mine. We dry humped each other like two teenagers.

My clitoris thrilled with every gyration of our hips. I found myself panting with every lunge, glad there was so much commotion going on outside. Our writhing torsos cast a shadow on the side of the tent, but I didn’t care. Gideon’s steely grip held me fast glued to his pelvis. I was shocked when he merely tore the strings that held my flimsy panty together.

I was naked as air, and for once, I didn’t mind.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN




GIDEON


I was out of my mind with desire.

I’d never thought three days was a long time to go without coming, but I also never thought I’d have Mahalia all to myself in a little tent, safe from prying eyes.

Sure, there had been an element of danger to doing it in the cottage. We locked the door when I played with her, but any perseverant moron could have peeked between the blinds or at least interrupted us. That threatening air of exposure hanging over us had sort of added to the thrill, if you want to know the truth. That was probably why I’d been caught doing it with Chelsea in a bathroom. I know I had an exhibitionist side to myself.

But no one was going to bust in now, and the way that dear sweet woman was dry humping my dick, I was going to go off like a rocket in about forty-five seconds.

Her lush, full tits jiggled with every lunge of her hips. I had my face buried in her deep cleavage, smashed almost to the point of being smothered in that luscious rack. That alone was enough to set off an orgasm-starved bastard like myself. I finally had her nearly naked in the palm of my hand. I slid one down the slope of her lower back, grasping her wide ass.

I controlled her like a joy stick from here. Whenever I pushed on her tailbone, she’d give me a great swivel of her hips. It was like she’d taken hula dancing lessons, I’m not kidding. For such a straight-laced woman who’d been buttoned up—literally—her entire life, she sure came undone in my hands. I liked to think it was my influence that encouraged her to kick out the jams. But she was swiveling those sexy, wide hips like there was no tomorrow.

The scent of wet * made my nostrils flare. It was like tiny tendrils of sheer cunt juice wafted inside my nose, setting off all kinds of erotic, hormonal whistles in my brain. Oh yeah. Here’s a chick who’s ready to f*ck. You there. Korg, you caveman. Ugh. Grunt. Slide it up inside her. But I had to cover some mundane bases first.

I took my face from her tits long enough to ask, “Do I need a rubber? ’Cause I’ve got one.”

She stroked the hot side of my face. I was absolutely on fire for her. She looked down at me indulgently, like I was some fumbling, bumbling teenager. Her breath on my damp face was like a pine forest breeze. “I’m on the Pill. You don’t need anything.”

That was all I f*cking needed. Unbuckling my heavy pewter belt buckle, I unsheathed my dong with one hand, slipping three fingers against her * with the other. Oh, good God in an evil world. She was slippery as a forgotten memory, and when I diddled my middle finger across her distended clitoris, she gasped and jumped.

When she came back down, my erect dick was waiting for her. She took the head and a couple inches of cock inside her. Gripping my shoulders, she rotated her hips clockwise, massaging the hell out of my cockhead with her tight cunt. With every swivel her boobs bounced deliciously, luring me like sirens to nibble at her nipples.

That f*cking did it. She went absolutely ape once I bit down on a nubbin. “Oh! Gideon!” She loved crying out my name as she corkscrewed her hips down onto my pole, taking another inch, then another. I helped by jiggling my hips, having to inhale giant gulps of air between each thrust just to prevent myself from spilling too soon.

But my nibbling at her nipple and swiping my fingers across her swollen clit was doing the trick. She took one massive lunge, and she was speared so deeply on my cock, I felt the head nudged tightly against her womb.

I tried to hold her there without moving while I diddled her. I’d seen how she came. She was a firecracker going off in a hundred different directions at once, and I wanted to feel that while buried deep inside her.

I fiddled and twiddled with her clit until her eyeballs rolled up inside her head. I could feel her inner cunt walls fluttering, slowly at first, then in big crescendo rolls as her orgasm took hold of her.

It was like a giant, erotic hand massaging my cock, teasing me higher and higher. I only had to give a few jabs before my dick was gushing its load inside her too.

I may have passed out for a few seconds there, it was so intense. My eyes were squeezed so tightly that blossoms of vibrant red and yellow against velvety black were all I saw. These fireworks went on for awhile as we came together, her cunt walls squeezing every last drop from my cock. She was jammed so far down on me I felt I was spurting into her very womb. She was hiccupping, or crying, or both, her every spasm clutching at my spewing penis. I was held too rigidly in my ecstatic prison to help her, if she needed help. I was utterly lost, swirling around in space with those fire flowers for God knew how long.