Breaking Bad: 14 Tales of Lawless Love

by Koko Brown

  Dallas’s dick instantly hardened.

  Take a look. Just a little peek.

  FIVE

  Oh God! What the hell is wrong with me?

  Every nerve in her body was on fire. She wanted to be touched, fucked, licked, sucked …everywhere.

  Grekon tossed her on the bed. He wasn’t who she needed. He couldn’t fuck her. She bounced on the mattress and went to crawl off.

  Dallas.

  She needed a hard dick. Her body screamed for it.

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” Grekon growled. He pulled her by her ankle, bringing her back in place.

  “Grekon, I have to come,” she whined. “You can’t…” She whimpered.

  He pushed her knees apart. “I can do that.” With a groan he lowered his head to her pussy.

  He flicked his tongue across her clit. Yes! Exactly what she craved. “Grekon!”

  The thought of him not being right for the job left her mind. She bucked against his face, grinding her clit on his nose. He darted his tongue in and out of her. He moaned just as loud as she did. When he wrapped his arms around her legs and dug his nails into her thighs, she arched her back and grabbed him by the hair, pushing his head deeper into her.

  “Yes, right there,” she moaned out.

  He mumbled an incoherent response.

  She looked over. Standing in the doorway was Dallas. Her pussy tingled. She wanted him too. She motioned for him.

  “There’s no way I should participate in this,” Dallas mumbled.

  “Please,” she cried.

  She wanted everything she could get. The fire raging through her body grew more and more and it wasn’t slowing down.

  Dallas hesitated, but she spotted the thick outline of his cock through his pants. He rubbed his shaft in slow, deliberate movements.

  “Come here,” she begged.

  She continued to grind against Grekon’s face as Dallas walked painfully slowly toward her. When he finally stopped in front of the bed, she used her free hand to rip his pants down. His cock, hard and thick, sprung free.

  Oh, yes.

  Her gaze fixed on the slit on the head. A clear, salty drop had formed there. She stretched to give a light lick across the top, wiping it clean. “Mmm.”

  Dallas groaned. He thrust his fingers roughly through her hair. She palmed his cock and stroked up and down, encouraging another drop to form.

  “We shouldn’t,” he said. “Not with jobs.”

  “But I need this,” she told him.

  Grekon lifted his head. She pushed him back down. “Make her come a few times and the drug will leave her system,” he said, his voice muffled.

  What drug? The thought was gone just as quick as it came.

  Another drop formed at the tip of Dallas’s cock and she licked it off. “Tasty.” She opened her mouth wide and rested the head on the surface of her tongue. She stroked fast and hard, milking his pre-cum onto her taste buds.

  “Shit,” Dallas bit out. He pumped in time with her hand.

  She sucked as he fucked her mouth. She used the tip of her tongue to outline the sensitive ridge under his head. Shudders raced up her spine as Grekon moved to suck on her clit and slid his fingers inside of her pussy.

  She worked up and down, lubricating Dallas’s cock. She grabbed his ass, encouraging him to pump harder. Dallas palmed the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her hair, holding her in place. She tightened her lips, squeezing her cheeks around him. The corners of her lips dripped with saliva. Her head pulsed up and down, vigorously taking as much as she could handle.

  Her stomach tightened. The familiar tingle shot down her spine and to her pussy. She came like a flash of lightning. Her body shuddered on wave after wave of ecstasy. “Oh, yes! God, yes!”

  Dallas stepped away. “She came. Is it over?” he asked Grekon.

  Grekon didn’t bring his head up, but continued to lick. He said something she couldn’t understand. The fire within her body had subsided, but not by much.

  Sweat dripped from her skin. She began to wiggle and gyrate again. Oh, God. What is wrong with me?

  It was bad enough that he had to take her to where she didn’t want to be, but to take advantage of her sexually too? None of this was right. She was a job. They had plenty of rules where bounties were concerned and fucking them was definitely at the very top of the not to do list.

  “Grekon, man. It’s done.” He pulled his pants over his hard dick. He was going to have a wicked case of blue balls.

  How long had it been since he’d been laid? He couldn’t fucking remember. Since Grekon didn’t have a dick he didn’t like waving the fact that he did in his face.

  Tina hooked her fingers into the front of his pants and tried to pull them down again. “Fuck me.”

  He tried to push her away but she held tight. “I can’t do that.”

  “Please.” Her voice didn’t sound right. She sounded sick.

  Grekon finally lifted his head. “She needs you. The drug is still in her system.”

  He looked down at her. She had a funky orange color to her skin and sweat poured off her body. “I can’t take advantage of her.” Dallas shook his head.

  Tina moaned and tried to force Grekon’s head to her pussy again. He swatted her hands out of the way. “If you think she can make it all the way to Gospuko in this condition, you’re sadly mistaken. The brothel owners give Xy to their workers who aren’t compliant. If they don’t have sex, they get sick and sicker. The only way to stop the pain is to come.”

  “Shit.”

  Grekon moved from between her legs and wiped his mouth off. “I did what I could. Now it’s your turn.”

  Dallas stared at the spot Grekon had vacated. “And this is the only way?”

  Tina squirmed and cried out in pain. “For the love of God! Someone help me!”

  Grekon sighed and gave Tina a pitying look. “Yes.”

  He was torn. If Tina was thinking clearly, she probably wouldn’t want this, but thanks to that asshole pilot she didn’t have a choice. He cursed under his breath and pushed down his pants and stepped out of them and his boots. All the while, Tina kept her watchful eyes on him. He crawled on the bed and positioned himself between her shaking legs. “Should I just…?”

  Grekon threw his hands up in the air. “Are you seriously asking me? The one who’s never done this before?”

  “Holy hell! Dallas, just fuck me!” she screamed.

  Right. He spread her knees apart and plunged balls deep into her. Tina threw back her head and let out a guttural yell at the top of her lungs. He pulled out to the head only to slam in again, bringing her ass off the bed. Her slickness coated his dick and her tightness massaged him.

  How the hell was he supposed to last long enough for her to come when the threat of him spilling his seed was a hair’s breadth away?

  Tina reached for Grekon and he fell on her, taking her nipple into his mouth and kneading the other with his hand.

  And watching that scene play out right in front of him almost pushed him over the edge. Holy hell.

  He continued to fuck her, giving her what her body needed and craved. Tina held onto Grekon tightly. Her yells were just as loud as the sound of Dallas’s hips slapping against her thighs. He pushed her legs higher into the air, giving him full access to her pussy. He fought against the urge to come. Her pussy was too tight. Too wet. It felt too good.

  “Do you like that?” he asked as he slammed forward repeatedly. “Is this working for you? Tell me.”

  “Yesss,” Tina hissed. “Fuck me, fuck me….ahhh…”

  Grekon lowered two fingers to work vigorously over her clit. Tina’s pussy pulsated around Dallas’s dick. This feels too good.

  “That’s right. Come and you’ll feel better,” Grekon coaxed.

  Dallas used all his muscles to thrust into her, driving Tina up the bed. Tina moaned and cried out. She held onto Grekon, making him take turns sucking each nipple. The bed rocked and creaked as he drove into he
r.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Tina yelled. She thrashed her head from side to side.

  He grabbed the headboard with both hands. His rippled stomach flexed tightly. Sweat dripped from his body and onto Tina and Grekon.

  “I’m coming!” Tina yelled. Her body contorted. Slickness erupted from her pussy.

  He pumped harder, but before he found his own release Tina moved Grekon out of her way and took Dallas’s cock into her mouth.

  “That’s it. I’m going to come.”

  He grabbed a handful of her hair and let his head fall back. He yelled with pleasure as his body spasmed. Knees shaking, he erupted, spurting to coat the back of her throat. She took every drop, milking him dry and swallowing with gulping noises.

  When she finished, Tina rolled off him and fell over to her side. Her breaths came out deep and erratic.

  “How do you feel?” Grekon asked her.

  She wiped the hair plastered to her face away. “Better.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you.”

  “Good.” Grekon reached under the bed and snapped the handcuffs on one wrist and attached the other end to the bedrail.

  She opened her eyes wide. “Wha—” Then pulled at the cuffs.

  “Nothing personal.” Dallas, spent, maneuvered around her and off the bed.

  She punched him before he could get out of range. “You motherfuckers! How can you cuff me again?”

  “Um, because you’re a job?” he said. He pulled on his pants.

  “Ha! I’ll just get out of these like I got out of the other ones.”

  “I don’t think so,” Grekon said. “The more you struggle. The tighter they’ll become.”

  Tina stilled and narrowed her eyes at both of them. “You two make me sick,” she seethed.

  “I’ll come get you after I finish my shower so you can take yours,” he told her.

  She spat at him.

  “If you’re nice, I’ll even wash your…clothes while you’re bathing.”

  She huffed.

  He shrugged and walked passed Grekon. He expected Grekon to follow him out of the room but he lingered. Grekon had such a bleeding heart. He thought Grekon would apologize and explain that what had been done couldn’t have been avoided.

  But Grekon said, “This job has enough to pay for my surgery and I want it now more than ever.”

  And Dallas knew that any second thoughts that Grekon had about letting her go were now gone.

  SIX

  He’s dead.

  No, he’s not.

  She couldn’t let herself believe for a second that she was finally free from Luxo.

  His lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor. Blood pooled from a head wound where she’d hit him with a ball of clay that she’d painstakingly rolled, used her spit to pack, and let harden until it was dense as rock. It had taken her days to make her weapon big enough to do the job. She’d been scared that when she finally was able to attack him that the clay would’ve broken apart and all her efforts would’ve done nothing but pissed him off.

  She couldn’t see Luxo’s face, but caught the rise and fall of his breathing from his chest. She crawled to him but only reached his legs before the chain stopped her, making the metal collar around her neck bite into one side. She coughed, her mouth dry from dehydration. The sounds came out as hacking breaths.

  The key.

  She stretched forward, straining to reach him.

  I can’t. I have to.

  Now wasn’t the time to give up. If she didn’t escape, he would kill her for sure because of what she’d done.

  She ignored the pain in her neck and laid flat on the floor. The angle of her body hurt her spine, but she could reach his pockets. She rummaged blindly through them.

  Cling. Cling.

  Got it.

  There were so many. Too many. Luxo locked everything. Food. Water. Bathroom. Doors.

  Me.

  With her prize held tight to her naked breast, she scrambled away. Her hands shook as she tried each key, forcing it into the lock in her collar, one at a time.

  Too small. Too big. Not the right fit. Right fit, but not the correct key.

  Luxo stirred.

  She whimpered.

  Another key. And another key.

  “Mate,” Luxo said in a slurred voice. She didn’t know if it was his drunken stupor that made him sound that way or because of the knock to his head. But she didn’t want to find out.

  She began to whimper and fumble more. Her time was running out.

  Luxo stretched, trying to wake up. Panic rose within her bones, making it harder to grasp the keys. Her hands wouldn’t do her bidding.

  Please. Please. Please.

  The lock clicked its release. The heavy collar fell from her neck and hit the floor. She took a gasping breath.

  Free.

  She pushed herself to stand, but her legs were too weak. Her muscles had grown atrophied from not walking and she was weak because she hadn’t eaten in days. He’d only given her water because she hadn’t “earned” her food yet. She hadn’t the energy. She dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.

  Luxo turned over with a grunt. His dark eyes landed on her. His double reptilian eyelids blinked. Once. Twice. “Mate.” His forked tongue darted from his mouth.

  A warm rush of urine streamed down her legs.

  No. I’m so close to freedom.

  Grekon tried his best to ignore the whimpering coming from the bedroom. The last time he’d checked on Tina she was asleep. By her sounds she’d woken up and was now crying. This wasn’t the first time that he’d had to deal with a crying female. He’d dealt with plenty of them and males too. No one wanted to be caught by a bounty hunter.

  “Don’t let her fool you,” Dallas said giving him the side eye. “Human women are the masters of that damsel in distress act. And how you described her leaping off the cliff, that woman back there is no damsel.”

  “True.” He’d watched in horror as she’d jumped of her own free will to an almost certain death if she’d missed her target. While his breath had caught in his throat and he was convinced he would witness her splattered body on the cavern ground, she’d worn a smile the entire free-fall.

  Tina whimpered again. This time louder. There was something raw and painful about the sounds she made. His chest constricted.

  He cleared his throat.

  “You’re such a pussy,” Dallas murmured.

  “I just want to check on her. She might have hurt herself with the handcuffs.”

  Dallas pointed at him. “She called you a bitch. That’s a female animal back on Earth. Remember that.”

  “Two of them.”

  “Huh?”

  “She called me two female animals.”

  “What? No.” Dallas shook his head. “She was saying deuces as in bye.”

  “Deuces means two though.”

  “But in the context she said it, was more like, ‘Bye, sucker’.”

  He frowned. This was exactly why he hated their language. “She should’ve just said that then.”

  “She could’ve. But I have to give it to her. ‘Deuces, bitch’, has a better ring.”

  Grekon blew a breath and got up and unhooked his blasters from around his waist. He dropped the holsters on his seat. “There. Does that make you feel better?”

  Dallas humphed. “Don’t forget that she’s still pissed at us. Women can hold grudges forever.”

  “That’s a female trait of most species.” He made his way to the bedroom.

  He knew Tina would be crying; he mentally prepared for that. She didn’t want to return to Luxo, she’d made that clear plenty of times. In the business he was in, none of the jobs wanted to return to where they belonged. He’d heard their reasons and had gone deaf to listening to them all.

  He opened the compartment door. He didn’t know what to expect with her. Maybe a trap with Tina lying in wait for him. Her crying, bargaining not to go back. Or Tina not wanting to speak to him at all. But what he f
ound was her curled into a tight ball and fast asleep.

  Dallas was right. He was a pussy, because seeing her like that made his heart melt. She was broken and vulnerable. He eased onto the bed next to her. At the dip of the mattress she opened her eyes wide, startled, and pushed away with a yelp. The handcuffs wouldn’t let her get too far from the edge.

  “I think you might’ve been having a bad dream.”

  With a panicked gaze she looked around the cabin. Then she glanced at her wrist and rubbed where the handcuff was and whimpered.

  “Shh,” he said. “It’s just me,” he comforted.

  She caught his eyes and the fear that had been there disappeared. “Grekon,” she whispered as the tears streamed steadily down her cheeks. She didn’t bother wiping them away. Silently she crawled into his lap and curled against him.

  He held his breath waiting for her to say something more. But the hitches in her breath became less and less until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep again. Only then did he wrap his arms around her and hold her tight.

  There was a time when he’d had dreams that had made him cry out in his sleep. He had had them for most of his life, even after Dallas had joined him. It was only after he’d started taking the root of the Tola tree that he’d stopped dreaming all together.

  He used to dream of parents with caring faces that told him that they loved him forever and always. Then those same loving people would turn into monsters. They held him down and did unspeakable things that ultimately ended with the removal of his penis.

  His dreams had always been the same.

  He knew what had made him cry out at night weren’t really dreams at all, but painful memories. But still, his heart would ache each time he saw his parents’ faces. He longed for their love so badly. He missed them even after all these cycles, and after what they’d done to him. And because of that, he hated himself more than he hated them.

  He didn’t remember much about his parents. He only knew what his aides told him and from what they’d said, they’d been vile creatures. Thinking about them now made his heart clutch in his chest. How could parents be so cruel to their only child? But the better question was how could a son be glad that his parents were dead? What did that say about him?