“Naw, if it goes then I still helped someone. I don’t think it’s going anywhere. The way Sophia talks about it, it left pieces of it scattered throughout my body. I think of it like the Wizard of Oz behind the curtain, making sure everything runs smoothly.”
“So you think you’ve got a little Wizard in your body?”
Howard took up his position in the human chain, helping to bring in the new supplies. “That’s one way to put it.”
Shaking her head, Rachel helped pass the supplies back to the next person in line they had going on from the van to the front door. “Like can you imagine if like Erica had survived? We think we have like drama now?”
“Oh Lord, that’s true. We’d have to deal with all kinds with her.”
“Well, like I guess we should be like thankful to it for at least like one thing.”
Candice stood, keeping watch over them, shaking her head. “That’s just wrong.”
Thirty
After dinner, Candice was outside on the picnic table smoking a cigarette.
Brandon walked out, nudging her as he hopped up on the table. “Mind if I join ya?”
“Nope, pull up a table and have a seat.”
He looked up at the sky. “It’s a beautiful night out tonight.”
“Yeah, it’s really pretty. It’s strange. The world is one messed up place, but the stars are still as beautiful as always and totally unaffected.”
“I used to look up at the stars when I was little. I always thought I was gonna be an astronaut one day.”
“You wanted to be an astronaut?”
“I’m gonna pretend not to be hurt by that shocked tone an’ the look on your face.” He laughed. “Yes, I wanted to be an astronaut. I was eight years old! I visualized me drivin’ a space ship, floatin’ around in space where there wasn’t any gravity. I knew life had big plans for me.”
“Don’t count yourself out of the running for something big just yet. Maybe there’s a reason God put you in this campsite. After all, you know he works in mysterious ways.”
He took a drag off his cigarette. “That’s true. Well, as soon as I discovered girls, I didn’t think o’ space ships again.”
She laughed. “I can imagine that would take away from your highlight reel.”
He poked her. “Okay, Miss Giggle Pants, what were your big dreams when you were eight?”
“At eight, I wanted to be a ballerina. I wanted to twirl around like the pretty ladies on TV. My dad was an opera, ballet, classical musical type guy, so it was watch what he wanted or go do something else. I wanted to be an astronaut after I watched Space Camp, but I think I was older than eight.”
“That was a great movie! I loved it. But ya do know that was a love story, right?”
“Yes, I know it was a love story, but did you know in every movie you can find a love story there?”
“Speaking o’ love stories… what do ya think’s goin’ on with Sophia an’ Montana?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he called ‘er baby, an’ he’s not the type to just call anyone a pet name.”
She shrugged. “Maybe it’s because it’s the end of the world and people are looking for that one person to share their last moments with. It makes sense to me. I mean really, who wants to be alone for that. Times like these seems to bring certain people closer. There’s no longer that waiting period of dating, and then getting married and so forth. You just hook up.”
“What about you?”
“What about me? How did we go from Sophia and Montana to me?”
“I’m curious. Who would ya wanna spend the rest o’ your life with, durin’ this catastrophe if ya could pick anyone?”
She looked over at him, laughing, shaking her head. “Okay, does it have to be someone at this camp?”
He laughed. “Yes, it has to be someone here. If you tell me ya can’t find one person in this camp…”
“I thought it was obvious who I’d choose.”
“Please tell me it’s not Justice.”
She laughed. “Why the hell does everyone think I wanna hook up with Justice? Hell no. It’s you, silly.”
“Me?”
“Why do you look so shocked? Hell, we had chemistry during our first zip lining tour together.”
“Well, that’s true, but why me? Why not one o’ the other guys?”
“I have a lot more in common with you. Even more than I had with Zach. I can talk to you about anything and everything. We also have a lot of fun together doing nothing at all. I look at you and I see the man who could be my best friend as well as my lover. If I have to face the end of the world with someone it would be you.”
He nodded. “That makes perfect sense. I guess it’s a good thing that’s how I feel about you.”
“That’s such a copout.”
“That’s another one o’ your traits. I like your sarcasm. I know we’re in for some tough times with the world fucked up. We’re either gonna have to fight a lot or stay hidden back here an’ take our chances. At least with you, I know ya won’t run off an’ desert me. You’ll stand by me. You can handle your own an’ ya don’t take shit.”
“Yes, but there’s still one thing you’re forgetting. We don’t know if you can get anything that I have, so there won’t be anything happening. No loving, kissing, or sharing anything.”
“I know, but it doesn’t mean we can’t get closer, just not too close. How about we watch a movie later? I have one o’ the laptops ya grabbed.”
“Ooh, so it would be kinda like dating, minus the whole fluid sharing?”
He laughed, looking out at the woods, biting his lip while shaking his head. He looked back at her, nodding as he nudged her. “That just sounds all kinds o’ wrong, but yes datin’ minus the bodily fluids. Until we can share said fluids, we can still cuddle.”
“I think I can handle that.”
After a half hour, the two walked back inside, holding hands. Zach looked up. Shock spread across his features as he saw them. “Wow, so I guess I had the right idea, wrong guy.”
Brandon winked, clutching her hand as he pointed at Zach. “We’re just gonna go watch a movie.”
Justice leaned against the wall, shaking his head. “You kids go have fun!”
“Yeah, like have fun with that.” Rachel watched, unhappily before she began cleaning up the dinner dishes, taking them from the table to the sink.
Justice stood watching her. “Wow, so it looks like everyone’s hookin’ up around here.”
“Yep, like it looks that way.”
“I thought for sure you an’ Brandon were gonna hook up.”
“You thought like I was going to hook up with like Brandon? No, like I’m not the pretty one. Guys like him go for like the pretty ones, or smart ones.”
“I guess ‘at’s true.”
“Like why did you think that anyway?”
He shrugged. “Well, it’s obvious ya have a thing for him. Anyone can see that.”
“Apparently everyone but like Brandon. Then again, like I’m one of the plain girls.”
Kicking off the door, he stood behind her, lightly running his finger over her shoulder. “Not always. I don’t find ya plain at all. I think ya have a beauty an’ charm about ya that none o’ the other girls have.” Leaning in, he softly pressed his lips to her neck.
Pushing him away, she turned, looking at him. “Like what are you doing?”
“I thought it was obvious. I got this thing for you.”
“Like you do?”
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, keeping his finger under her chin. “Yes, I do.” He looked into her eyes. “I know you felt them too.”
“Like I’ve been feeling something.”
Licking a trail on the back of her neck, he planted soft kisses before pulling it her into him. “Do ya feel that?”
Looking up at him, her eyes fluttered with desire. “Oh like you have such a way with your hands.”
Smiling, he pulled back. “Yea
h, well if you’re feelin’ lonely, I could use some company. Come an’ see me in my room.”
Reaching behind him, she gripped his rear, thrusting into him. “Like has anyone told you that you like have amazing blue eyes and like a perfect, white smile? You have like a wicked way of tempting women you know?”
“It’s my gift.” He pulled her into his room and shut the door.
Once inside, he didn’t waste any time getting her in the mood. He pushed her into the wall as his fingers gripped a handful of hair. He crushed his body to hers, pressing his crotch hard into hers, grinding against her. He was dominant. He planned to take what he wanted as his other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her to him. Crushing his lips with hers in a very passionate kiss, he heard her moans of pleasure. His hands snaked around, grabbed her behind, fingers curled around it as he pulled her into him, grinding hard against her without breaking the kiss.
She interlaced her hands round the back of his neck as she moaned out through the kiss. “Mm, don’t tease me. Please me.”
Justice pulled away long enough to gaze into her eyes before he smirked. “Stop talking.” Then wiggled his finger in his ear scratching at an itch. He wiggled his head and then kissed her once more with more passion than the first time, if that was possible. His hands moved quickly to her pants where he made short work at getting them opened and thrust his finger down her panties and straight up between the folds of her nether region.
When Rachel moaned, but showed no signs of being in pain, he pushed in and out of her. She pumped against his hand. He put one finger, then another, then a third inside of her, wiggling them around inside of her. She gripped his shoulders with her hands, breaking the kiss, moaning loudly. “Oh my God!” Biting her lip, she rolled her eyes back. “Mm, damn, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Maybe ya want me to stop?” He asked teasingly as he whispered in her ear before tracing it with his tongue. He pulled her lobe into his mouth, nibbling gently with his teeth while still sucking. His fingers rapidly thrust inside her with a rhythmic motion as his thumb grind against her clit. “Mm, ya like?” Then he trailed his lips down her neck. There he continued his assault with his mouth as he sucked, nibbled and bit at her tender flesh.
Rachel shivered against him and moved her hand to grab at his crotch. “Two can--”
“Don’t do that!” He said, grabbing both her hands in one of his keeping them pinned over her head. “You didn’t get my permission to touch. I make the rules,” he said in a dominating voice, continuing his assault on her.
Rachel stood pinned against the wall, moaning, groaning, and thrusting against him. “Mm, please baby. It’s not fair that you do all the work.”
Justice stopped his attack on her neck and pulled his hand out of her pants. Releasing his grip on her hands, he grabbed her by the back of the head, gripping a handful of hair. He shoved his finger, filled with her own juices, into her mouth. “Mm, suck it off my fingers. Lick ‘em clean.” He watched her sucking his fingers, moaning as he grind against her. “Mm, that’s right. You want my dick in your mouth, don’t you?” Gripping her hair, he threw her on the bed.
Rachel laughed as she bounced on the bed, turning. “Mm, I like it a little rough like this.” She lay on her stomach and looked up at him with a coy expression. Justice motioned with his fingers pointing down to his crotch. She looked up at him and smiled. “What?”
He wiggled his brows. “Make daddy happy.”
“One, calling yourself daddy is a bit perverse in my opinion. Two, I’ve never really liked to do that.” She told him, continuing to look up at him. “I thought you wanted to fuck.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya harder than you’ve been fucked.” He promised. “However, da—I need a little help to get in the mood. So suck it an’ get me in the mood.” He wiggled his brows. “Unless of course ya don’t wanna then I can just go beat off in the bathroom. It doesn’t make a fuck to me at this point which one happens.”
Rachel looked a bit taken aback by his claim, but then swallowed and moved forward on the bed. Her fingers reached up and she unbuttoned his jeans. Slowly and carefully, she unzipped them, reaching her hand in. She pulled him out and began lightly stroking him in her hand. She teased with kisses and licks while stroking him. “You like that?”
He arched a brow. “Like I said, I can go an’ beat off an’ do it better ‘an ‘is. Put my fuckin’ dick in your mouth an’ suck on it like ya really fuckin’ want it.” He demanded. “Because that’s the only way I’m gonna fuck ya better than you’ve ever had it before.”
She looked up at him for the way he talked to her and then slipped the head between her lips. She rolled her tongue around the tip, flicking her tongue up and down just under the head, right on the rim. Then closed her mouth around him and started to suck. Her mouth moved up and down on him, taking him a little further in her mouth with each thrust downward.
He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of her mouth and the motion of her tongue and moaned as his fingers gripped her hair. He dominated her and forced her head to move back and forth. He pulled her face towards him and thrust his hips forward, shoving himself deep down her throat enough to make her gag. “Mm, yeah, that’s right baby. Suck ‘at dick.” He told her as his hips rocked back and forth. He fucked her mouth and kept his eyes closed. “Mm, take that bitch, you like ‘at don’t ya. Tell me ya like it!” Rachel gagged and struggled with trying to make him stop, but she was no match for him. He took a firm grip on either side of her head, with a tight hold on her hair, and pumped in and out of her throat, moaning the entire time. “Oh God, yes!”
It was a fight to pull off him as he had a hold of her hair, but when she did, she was breathing hard from the battle. “Damn! Are you trying to fucking kill me? Holy shit! A girl needs to breathe you know.”
“That’s why God gave you a nose. Ya breathe in an’ outta your nose an’ ya suck my dick with your mouth.” Spinning her around, he yanked off her jeans and her panties. Spinning her back around again, he held her head over the side of the mattress, shoving himself back into her mouth. Reaching over, he took her clit in his mouth and teased it, while he pumped in and out of her mouth.
She was his for the taking. He didn’t pay attention to the slaps of her hand, as she couldn’t breathe. He leaned up enough so she could catch her breath, but for the most part kept himself buried down her throat. When she slapped his ass that she needed to breathe, he moaned out, giving a few solid pumps down her throat. He never pulled all the way out of her mouth, but did ease off her throat, only pumping in and out of her mouth. Then he shoved himself deep down her throat again, pumping faster, harder, felt the urge building. He made sure she could breathe, but he held onto her neck and pumped hard in that mouth. Her nose pressed into his balls as he literally fucked her throat.
When he got ready to ejaculate, he gripped her neck, squeezing his fingers as if trying to kill her; shoving deep down her throat, spilling his load down her throat, then pulled out and beat it on her face. He watched as the stringy cum shot over her face, giving him that facial shot he wanted as she gagged and spit.
Once more, he tried to grab her hair to continue, but she pulled away from him, shaking her head, coughing. “Oh my God! No! You’re trying to kill me!”
“Aw, just a few minutes more? I want you to suck it clean.” He whimpered. He used puppy dog eyes as he tried like hell to get it back in her mouth.
Rachel shook her head as she pushed to sit on the bed. “No, maybe later. For now, after all that, I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast and make me forget about all this shit going on.”
He reached forward, pushing her back on the bed. He crawled up into the bed. Hovering over her, he looked down, smiling. “Roll over on your belly an’ get on your hands an’ knees.”
She looked a little surprised. “Wait, aren’t you going to reciprocate?”
He shook his head. “Maybe when I get to know ya better I will, but for now, I don’t know what’s been in the
re. As it is, I’m ridin’ bareback, but goin’ to the store for condoms isn’t somethin’ ‘at we can do now. So, are ya gonna roll over or I’m goin’ off to beat this monster an’ rub another one out?”
She looked confused and a little hurt, but nodded all the same. “Okay, I guess that makes sense.” She rolled over onto her belly and pushed her rear in his face. “I’m all yours.”
He smirked. “Mm, that’s just perfect right there.” He kicked his jeans off. Grabbing a hold of himself in his hand, he lightly stroked his very hard and throbbing member before slowly inserted within her velvet folds. He closed his eyes, moaning, allowing the highlight reel to take him into Candice’s room. He started to pump in and out of her fast at first and then he slowed down, slapping her ass hard enough to make it red. He knew that he had to try to pace himself. He reached forward, grabbed her hips, and began to find his rhythm.
Rachel moaned as he rocked her back and forth in his fury. “Mmmmmm, God. Yes, baby, fuck me harder.”
“Stop talkin’.” Justice pumped faster, harder, actually slammed into her and made her whole body shift. He made her dance; slamming into her hard. “Oh yeah. Fuck yeah!” He kept his eyes closed as he drove inside of her with furious strokes. Most people call this making love but it looked like what he was doing was making hate.
Rachel frowned. “Slow down. I’m not ready.”
“Stop talkin’! Oh yeah. Ooh baby. That pussy is so… Oh, yes. Mm. I’m about to,” he pulled out of her, pushed her shirt back, and continued to stroke himself furiously. His eyes closed as that sexy image of Candice in his mind caused him to moan out as he spilled his white slimy trail on her rear and back. Eyes still closed as he shot all over her. “God girl, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”
Once he finished, he opened his eyes. Slapping her rear with the head, he got out of the bed. Grabbing a shirt, he wiped himself off, and then used it to wipe off her backside. Once she was clean, he tossed the shirt in the corner, climbing back into bed. He pulled her close.
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