Sketch: The Devil's Highwaymen Nomads #2

by Claire C. Riley

  She let out a bitter laugh, dragging a hand through her hair. Her eyes flashed with pain and fear and I knew she sensed the danger in me, of what was going to become of these men. And it frightened her. That was good, because it should have frightened her.

  Death was nothing to breathe easy over.

  Death was final.

  But death was all they deserved.

  “Babe,” I growled out.

  “Don’t call me that!” she snapped. “I’m not your babe. I’m nothing to you, okay? So just take me home and just forget I said anything.”

  “Can’t do that,” I replied bluntly. “I told you—you’re my woman now.”

  And that was the damned truth. The thought of her, so young, so innocent, being brutalized by these boys was killing me. But the thought of them getting away with it, of doing it again over the years to other girls…fuck no. they needed to go to ground. Tonight.

  “Sure you can,” she sobbed angrily. “Just pretend that I’m one of those other cheap sluts that you fuck so often. Just move on!” She paused, her head tilting to one side a little, and then she laughed. “Or is that it? You can’t move on until you’ve had me? Is that it? Is that what this is all about?” she taunted, knowing full well that had nothing to do with it.

  Perhaps that was how this shit started, but that wasn’t how it was going to end.

  She was spiraling now, her emotions getting the better of her, and that wicked temper I’d seen in her was escaping as she lashed out. Good. She could lash out and kick out and do whatever the fuck else she wanted, because none of it bothered me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Despite knowing all that I shook my head. My mind was spinning as I tried to catch up with her. Between my growing fury about what had happened to her all those years ago and my lust for her, and now her rising anger at me for reasons I was still to fathom, I was completely fucking spinning out.

  She smirked. “Yeah, that’s it, right? One quick fuck and then you can move on to the next woman. So fine,” she said, unzipping her pants, “let’s do this so you can get the fuck out of my life!”

  She started to pull her pants down her legs, her pussy flashing at me since her torn panties were on the ground, and I hated that my cock surged at the sight of her.

  “Come on then,” she taunted, reaching down and dipping a finger inside of herself. “I’m ready for you, Sketch.”

  My nostrils flared, my cock hardening, because regardless of everything she had just said, the truth of it was that I wanted her. And she could deny it all she wanted, but she wanted me too. She strummed her clit and I watched, my gaze hooded as I tried to control myself.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Her pace quickened, her fingers glistening as she rubbed at her clit and drove a finger inside herself, and despite the fact that she was pissed at me and seriously pissed at the world right then, there was no denying she was also turned on. Or maybe that was my imagination? I didn’t fucking know anymore. All I knew was that I wanted her more than I’d wanted any other woman in my life.

  I wanted inside of her, physically and mentally.

  I wanted to brand her with my cock and own that beautiful body of hers. I wanted to be the first thing she thought about when she woke up and the last thing she thought about before she went to sleep. And even then, I wanted her to dream about me.

  “Come on, Sketch,” she said, her fingers moving faster, her eyes daring me and drawing me in.

  “Stop it, Nancy,” I groaned, wanting her so bad I thought my balls were going to explode right there and then.

  “Take me. Just get it over with so we can be done with this stupid game,” she taunted again. She turned around and bent over my bike, looking back at me over her shoulder, and my cock surged again at the sight of her perfect ass and her pussy dripping with desire. I didn’t even realize I’d moved toward her until I was standing behind her with one of my hands on her lower back and the other working my jeans open again.

  “I can’t do this,” I muttered, all the while knowing I could and I would. All the while knowing it was so far fucking wrong, but I was unable to stop it from happening.

  There was only so much one man could take before he lost control of every one of his senses and just fucking let it all go. I’m not proud of what happened next, but if you ask me all these years later if I’d do it all again, then the answer would be yes. Unequivocally yes.

  I could barely think to free myself of my clothes, all thoughts of being inside her and imprinting her with my cock, claiming her and her beautiful pussy for my own blowing every other thought out of the water. She reached behind herself and pulled out my cock. I groaned as her grip tightened it and she guided me to her entrance.

  “Babe,” I grunted as I pushed the head of my cock inside of her, groaning as her tightness enveloped me, gripping me.

  I couldn’t do this.

  It was so fucked up and so wrong and so not what she needed right then.

  I started to pull away and she felt it.

  “Do it!” she groaned. And this time it wasn’t just anger fueling her, it was lust. The words came from low in her chest, a beg and plead upon her lips to take her body and mark her, to wipe away every other touch every other man had ever left on her.

  And yet I was still frozen, indecision still holding me back because I knew it was wrong. So fucking wrong, and yet so fucking right too.

  “Sketch.” She panted my name and I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers pressing into her and marking her skin. I moved an inch, pushing inside her a little more. I hissed as she tightened around me, squeezing me with her muscles. I paused, knowing that was it and I was about to lose all control.

  The clouds suddenly cracked open above us, rain splitting open the sky and falling in warm sheets, drenching us within seconds. She tipped her face up to it, water sliding down her cheeks as she rocked back on me slowly.

  “I need this, Sketch,” she said, turning back to look at me, her eyes shimmering with sadness and desire all rolled into one. “I need you,” she begged.

  My fingers kneaded her skin, and I released her and dragged a hand down my face, wiping away the rain. I looked back down at her, the tip of my cock still inside her, pulsing, waiting, needing.

  “Please,” she begged again. “I need to come. I want to come, with a man—with you.”

  She reached for me with one of her hands and I stretched my own hand towards her until our fingers met, clasping each other, clinging to one another.

  “Babe,” I said, my voice thick and heady. “This ain’t right. Not like this.”

  Her pussy squeezed around me, and then Nancy took matters into her own hands and suddenly slammed back against me, and my cock rammed all the way inside of her until I was balls-deep and we was both crying out.

  I almost came at just that one action.

  Almost came as her heat wrapped around me and held me tightly and firmly inside her small body, her pussy gripping me.

  Almost came as she started moving her hips and rocking back and forth on me, fucking my cock of her own accord and taking what she needed from me.

  “Fuck, Nance,” I groaned, barely able to comprehend what the fuck was happening. Never let a woman take control before, but I can’t say it was all bad.

  She panted as pleasure took over her fear and anger, and she looked at me over her shoulder again, her hands gripping my bike as she made a silent O with her mouth and groaned as my cock swelled inside her. She’d never looked more beautiful than right then, with my cock filling her pussy and her juices running down her legs, lust and desire flooding between as the rain drenched our bodies.

  I swallowed, my hands gripping hard as I finally let go and started to fuck her. Hard.

  Fuck being the good guy and doing what was right. There was only so much one man could take before he let the animal inside him rear its ugly head. And my beast was fucking starved for this woman.

  I fucked her hard and fast and when she called out, crying and begging for more, I
fucked her even harder, giving her every inch of my long, thick cock until she was pulsing around me and screaming my name into the dark night, her orgasm exploding from her so suddenly that her whole body trembled, and she sagged beneath me. Thank fuck too, because I couldn’t hold on any longer either.

  We were both drenched from the rain by then, but it stopped just as quickly as it started. I held onto her and pulled all the way out of her, and with one last long thrust I slammed into her center, hitting her cervix and filling up every inch of her until I was sure I was going to come out of her mouth. My balls drew up and then I was coming inside her so hard I thought I was never going to stop.

  She let out a shuddering breath as she panted against the welcome intrusion, her body still clinging to mine, her knees buckling. I grabbed her around the waist and held her up.

  “I got you, babe, I got you,” I said breathlessly.

  “You always did,” she murmured, and I wondered what she meant.

  ~ 14 ~

  I leaned over her, peppering her shoulder with kisses, and she hummed beneath me. I let myself slide out of her and tucked myself back away, and then I was standing her up and turning her to face me. She looked at me, eyes half full of hope and half full of apprehension. One night with Nancy was never going to be enough.

  I thrust my hand into her hair and tipped her face up to me and then I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her hard, my tongue fucking her mouth as I dragged her body against mine, one hand still in her hair and the other cupping her ass.

  I pulled out of the kiss and looked down at her. “Don’t know what it is about you, babe, but I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I want you.”

  “You had me.”

  I shook my head. “No, not like that.”

  She frowned, and I pressed another kiss to her mouth.

  “I mean I want you. All of you. I’m not gonna lie—I’m not sure how this shit will work, I ain’t ever done this before. But I can’t let you go now that I’ve had a taste.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, and then her mouth clamped shut again, doubt crossing her features.

  “Don’t do that,” I growled out.

  “Do what?”

  “Think too hard about it. You know you feel it too. I’m not that crazy that I’m fucking imagining this connection we have. I can’t explain it, but it’s there, like a fucking electric current between us. Every time I’m near you I feel it—I feel you.”

  “That’s just horniness,” she joked with a shake of her head, her beautiful mouth turning down as the laugh trailed off. “This was just a mistake, Sketch.”

  She started to pull away and I fought it for a second before releasing her.

  “This was the best mistake we ever made,” I replied with a hard scowl. “I’m claiming you, Nancy. I’m claiming you for my own, so do what you need to do, make any plans you need to make, but you’re mine now. And this ain’t up for debate, because if you’re too chickenshit to take the risk then I’ll take it for you, because I’m not taking no for an answer!”

  She took a step away from me, as if my words had pushed her. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted as she took in what I was saying. Good. Bitch needed to learn real quick that I wasn’t fucking around, because right then all I wanted to do was get her on the back of my bike and take her home, fuck her some more, and fall asleep with her naked body pressed against mine.

  “I’m with someone,” she mumbled. “Tammy’s a good woman. She loves me.”

  I snorted out a laugh, my eyes flashing darkly. “That what you want? That what you need, Nance? A good woman?” I shook my head. “Nah, you need me. You fooled yourself for long enough that pussy would be enough, but it ain’t.”

  “How dare you!” she suddenly yelled, shocking the hell out of me. “How fucking dare you! This is what I hate about men. You all think a woman needs dick to survive. Well, we don’t. Tammy is enough. Tammy’s pussy, as you so eloquently put it, is enough for me. I like women, I always have. Being raped didn’t make me that way, I was born that way.” She started to back away from me as she yelled, her angry face flashing at me in the darkness. Half expected her to turn around and punch me in the jaw like she’d done to the guy in the bar. Can’t say I wasn’t hoping she’d try it either. Kinda loved that feistiness about her.

  “All right, so you like pussy and cock,” I relented. I grabbed my cock over my jeans. “Can’t deny I satisfied you though, right?”

  She looked even more furious and I barked out a laugh.

  “I’m fucking with you, babe. All right, so you’re bi or whatever, I don’t care. Ain’t never competed against pussy before, but whatever, it don’t change nothing because no matter what you like—man, woman, motherfucking goat if that’s your thing—what we have is real. And real wins every time.”

  “This isn’t a competition, Sketch!” she yelled even louder, her wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She turned from me and started to walk away. Not sure where she thought she was fucking going, since we were in the middle of nowhere, but what-the-fuck-ever.

  “Of course it’s a fucking competition!” I yelled after her, getting tired of her bullshit.

  She swung back to face me. Couldn’t see her features in the darkness but I could easily imagine them. “And what’s the prize, Sketch? One night? Two? How many times before you screw me over and leave me? I can’t let you do that, don’t you get it? Every day away from this town I’ve spent building myself up, and I can’t have you come into my world and destroy everything just because you liked the challenge.”

  I dragged a hand through my hair. “You wanna know how many times? How many nights? How long I fuckin’ need with you?”

  “Yes!” she screamed. Screamed so hard her voice broke and came out strangled.

  “I can’t tell you that, Nancy!” I roared back. This shit was hard enough as it was. I couldn’t put it into words how much I wanted her. Or how I’d felt a connection to her from the first time I saw her. Or how I felt that everything that had happened up until that point had been fucking fate or some shit and we were always meant to meet and be together.

  “Then I can’t be with you,” she bit out. “I can’t break up with Tammy for a cheap screw-around with you. My heart can’t do it. I can’t take that kind of hurt—that risk of you breaking me.”

  “There’s nothing cheap about this thing between us.” I growled in frustration when she didn’t reply. “I can’t tell you that I won’t hurt you, babe—I’m sure I fuckin’ will because I’m an asshole—but I can promise you that I will always make it better. I’ll always want you—us. I’ll always crave your touch and the look on your face when you come. I’ll always need you and want you, like you’re my fucking life source. And I swear to any fucking god or monster listening that if I fuck this up between us then I personally give you my motherfuckin’ blessing to cut my balls off!”

  She blinked at me in surprise and I felt open, naked to her. I hated it. Hated that I felt fucking vulnerable and open to attack. Hated spilling all this bullshit inside of me to her. Letting the words flow out into the world and not be able to take them back. Hated that it made me feel weak and exposed.

  “Might as well just pull out my gun and blow my fucking brains out right now because I’m nothin’ without you, Nance. I hate it, but it’s the truth. I can’t give you a number, because I don’t know how long forever will be.”

  She stared at me openmouthed, tears brimming in her eyes as my words lay stripped naked between us. And then she was running toward me. She leapt into my arms, long legs wrapping around my waist as she clamped her body to me and her lips found mine. She kissed me—fuck, did she kiss me. Her hands were in my hair, pulling on it and making my chest rumble with pleasure. My hands found her ass and I gripped it, rolling my hips against hers until my rapidly hardening cock thickened beneath her again and I was rocking against her core.

  She clung to me, her hot center pressed against me as she rolled her hips back and forth an
d panted against my mouth. Hottest piece of ass I’d ever had. No fucking doubt. And now she was mine, all fucking mine. Fuck Tammy, and fuck any man or woman who tried to take her from me.

  Nancy was mine now.

  Claimed.

  Owned.

  Body and heart.

  Soul and mind.

  “Need to be in you, babe,” I said, pulling out of the kiss.

  She nodded and dropped down to the ground. We rid ourselves of pants and underwear again and then she climbed back up my body like a fucking spider monkey. I held her by the waist and then lowered her back down onto me, filling her up slowly, face to face, nose to nose, watching her eyes widen as she sunk down on me.

  “Oh God,” she moaned as I bottomed out.

  I gave her a wonky grin and sucked in my bottom lip. “Yeah, babe.”

  She closed her eyes as I rolled my hips. Fuck me, she was tight; her pussy clamped around me like a fucking vise. Her thighs gripped me tighter as she moved with me, meeting every one of my slow rolls with a hard thrust.

  I needed to come like I’d never needed to come before. Like I hadn’t barely two minutes ago. Thought my balls might explode if I didn’t. Every woman I’d ever fucked vanished from existence as we moved together in perfect synchrony. Every other person either of us had ever been with disappeared like smoke. It was just her and me now. Forever.

  “Sketch,” she murmured my name, her pussy pulsing around me and god fucking dammit when she said my name I saw fucking stars or some shit. “Oh God, Sketch!”

  I nodded and then I let go, fucking her quickly as she exploded around me again, her body trembling and shaking as she clung to me. She pressed her body to mine as I continued to slam into her until my balls were tightening and I was coming inside her again. She gripped me tighter as I moved my hips back and forth, her body squeezing every drop from me.

  She looked into my face and I pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, my tongue diving in and then running along her fat bottom lip.