Outlaw's Obsession

by Nicole Snow

  My tongue flicked across her pussy. She squirmed and gasped.

  “Rabid –“

  “Don't you Rabid me, baby girl. Keep your little lips together and just hold lay across my bike. We're fucking outdoors tonight.”

  Outside. Uninhibited. I told her to keep it down, but I didn't blame her when she started to moan, fighting the urge to buck her pussy against my mouth.

  Good. I loved a challenge. I sucked her clit deep, running my tongue across it in fast moving waves. My fingers fucked her where my mouth couldn't. Meanwhile, my cock thundered something wicked in my pants, soaking my boxers with a steady trickle of pre-come.

  Having her pressed up against my bike while I ate her pussy was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my fucking life.

  I licked long and hard. She started squirming faster, making those little hisses that always came out before she tightened up and screamed.

  Just fuck my tongue, I thought. Let it all out, baby. I wanna taste what I'm gonna be fucking in a couple minutes.

  I hoped she'd come fast and hard, perfect for warming her up and settling her into the cool night. My dick was gonna go nuclear if there were any interruptions.

  Fuck. I used that lust to suck and tongue and needle her tender flesh with my teeth. One more gasp and her walls constricted around my fingers. Heat, wetness, and pleasure flowed like Jack back at the clubhouse.

  Slick sweet cream bathed my face. I lapped it up, never taking my attention off her clit. I'd never get sick of making this girl squirt.

  I normally gave her a minute to breathe after I tongue fucked her to heaven. Not tonight.

  I'd suppressed my cock for far too long, and he was in control now. Christa whined when I fisted her hair and jerked her head up, planting my lips on hers. She tasted the lingering traces left on my lips. I fucked her tongue with mine as I undid my belt. One quick shove and my pants and boxers were gone.

  Growling, I plunged into her while our tongues were still twined. The moan she pushed into my mouth was almost as sweet as everything about her pussy.

  My hips wouldn't let me savor the moment too long. I had to fuck. Had to make her come on my dick while I spent myself inside her. My balls seethed, bulging to capacity, ready to fire in her tight cunt.

  I didn't hold a damned thing back. My hips rocked into hers hard enough to bruise. The moaning, sighing mess she became told me I could get even rougher. You'd better believe I fucking did.

  Jerking her hair in one hand, I brought my coarse palm down on her ass. She yelped, she moaned, and then she hooked her legs around me as her pussy folded to the fire.

  “Rabid!” her voice hitched right before she let go. “Don't. Fucking. Stop.”

  Like I needed any encouragement. I grinned, gave her another whack on the ass, and plowed right through her convulsing velvet. I had to hold onto her to make sure she didn't go over my bike headfirst.

  The Harley held up well with the ride we were giving it. My first love on wheels damned well better get used to it too, because I knew right then there was no way we were stopping. This shit was addictive. This shit was hot.

  This sex was the kind a man remembers on his fucking deathbed.

  I fucked right through her orgasm. It was good to give her a freebie to loosen up. Then my hips really began to throttle her hard. Swung my ass backward so far I nearly pulled out before I shot forward again, pressing my tip to her womb, stroking her entire pussy with my length.

  I saw her fingernails dig into the Harley's seat and she tipped her head up. “Rabid! Fuck!”

  “Keep screaming my name, baby. I want every creature in this forest to hear who's breaking you, putting you back together with this dick.”

  The hellfire in my balls was rising, growing more insistent with every stroke. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it anymore the next time she clenched on my cock.

  Time to bring it home.

  I jerked her head up and reached for her tits. My hands dove up her shirt, cupped them through her bra, and squeezed. Her nipples were so fucking hard it felt like she had rocks stuffed in there.

  Fuck!

  Clenching my ass, I whipped into her so hard I heard my skin crashing against her butt like lightning. She jerked her head in my hands while I held those beautiful red locks like reigns. She was trying to escape, trying to get away from the pleasure about to overwhelm us.

  And that really pissed me off. I hate fucked her harder, rough and fast as I could go, snorting as I smelled our sweat mixed with motor oil. My sac was tightening by the second. She needed to come.

  I dragged her off the bike with my next thrusts, and our knees were on the ground. Her eyelids fluttered as she kept her nails raking the bike, trying to keep the grip, trying to keep her mind intact.

  Not what I wanted. And I always got my way.

  “Fucking let go,” I growled into her ear. “I need you to come hard and suck my dick dry.”

  She responded with a hiss. Her whole body tensed up, coiling like a spring about to leap up to the sky. Her pussy got so tight around me I thought I'd get stuck. Only encouraged me to fuck faster, harder, taking us both over the ledge.

  My eyes caught the patch on her back and the brand above her jiggling ass. PROPERTY OF RABID.

  Mine. All mine. Mine, mine, mine for fucking ever!

  I lost it. I roared, drowning out her screams, wondering if I was coming apart at the seams. This was fucking ecstasy. This was perfection – the fuck of a lifetime.

  Her pussy sucked everything my cock spat, taking it good and deep. I shook her ass, letting her jerk every drop outta my body, giving her everything I had. I wasn't a believer in full body orgasms before, but damn if I wasn't converted.

  We collapsed against the bike together when I pulled out, panting in the fresh summer air, listening to the soft sounds of night. I pulled her onto my lap and we sat curled up for a good long while. Felt like it took more than an hour to muster up the energy to find the bottoms I'd ripped off her.

  I watched her dress the entire time. Of course my dick stirred, hungry to get her back to a place with a floor. Maybe we'd clean up first and I'd fuck her in the shower before I laid her out, screwing 'til dawn.

  I sat on my bike and tucked her helmet down over her head. She pursed her lips for one more kiss before I started my bike.

  We locked lips. It was hard as hell to let go, but finally I did. She reached up and squeezed my shoulders.

  “I'm sad,” she whispered. “It can't get much better than this. You know we've just had the best night of our lives, right? It's been too good lately. How long before the world decides to punch us in the face?”

  I snorted. Couldn't help but smile at her glass half empty shit. Luckily, I was up for the challenge, and in less than a year I'd have her singing a different tune.

  “You won't be sad when we get back to your place,” I said. “You're gonna realize it just gets better from here. I don't give a shit about the ups and downs. You're my old lady, baby, and if you think I'm ever gonna lay down when you're the least bit unhappy, think again. If you can't, I'll make you. All this fucking's gotta do something to the brain with the way we shake, right?”

  She laughed and gave me a playful punch. My cue to ride. We were on the highway again, and home in about fifteen minutes, taking the scenic route through Redding. I wanted a few more minutes beneath those stars.

  They confirmed this half-empty crap was pure, unadulterated bullshit. Our lives were gonna be overflowing 'til my last breath, bright and beautiful and immortal as the view overhead.

  There'd be a lot more nights like this. I didn't doubt it for a second.

  By the time I parked at her place and we were walking toward her door, the light in her eyes was different. The melancholy faded just like her scars. Yeah – that's what I thought – she was starting to believe what I said.

  I grabbed her one more time, pulling her lips to mine with that furious determination burning in my blood, hotter and brighter than ever.

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  I: Cursed Bones (Missy)

  “It won't be long now,” the nurse said, checking dad's IV bag. “Breathing getting shallower...pulse is slowing...don't worry, girls. He won't feel a thing. That's what the morphine's for.”

  I had to squeeze his hand to make sure he wasn't dead yet. Jesus, he was so cold. I swore there was a ten degree difference between dad's fingers in one hand, and my little sister's in the other. I blinked back tears, trying to be brave for Jackie, who watched helplessly, trembling and shaking at my side.

  We'd already said our goodbyes. We'd been doing that for the last hour, right before he slipped into unconsciousness for what I guessed was the last time.

  I turned to my sister. “It'll be okay. He's going to a better place. No more suffering. The cancer, all the pain...it dies with him. Dad's finally getting better.”

  “Missy...” Jackie squeaked, ripping her hand away from me and covering her face.

  The nurse gave me a sympathetic look. It took so much effort to push down the lump in my throat without cracking up. I choked on my grief, holding it in, cold and sharp as death looming large.

  I threw an arm around my sister, pulling her close. Lying like this was a bitch.

  I wasn't really sure what I believed anymore, but I had to say something. Jackie was the one who needed all my support now. Dad's long, painful dying days were about to be over.

  Not that it made anything easy. But I was grown up, and I could handle it. Losing him at twenty-one was hard, but if I was fourteen, like the small trembling girl next to me?

  “Melissa.” Thin, weak fingers tightened on my wrist with surprising strength.

  I jumped, drawing my arm off Jackie, looking at the sick man in the bed. His eyes were wide open and his lips were moving. The sickly sheen on his forehead glowed, one last light before it burned out forever.

  “Daddy? What is it?” I leaned in close, wondering if I'd imagined him saying my name.

  “Forgive me,” he hissed. “I...I fucked up bad. But I did it for a good reason. I just wish I could've done it different, baby...”

  His eyelids fluttered. I squeezed his fingers as tight as I could, moving closer to his gray lips. What the hell was he saying? Was this about Mom again?

  She'd been gone for ten years in a car accident, waiting for him on the other side. “Daddy? Hey!”

  I grabbed his bony shoulder and gently shook him. He was still there, fighting the black wave pulling him lower, insistent and overpowering.

  “It's the only way...I couldn't do it with hard work. Honest work. That never paid shit.” He blinked, running his tongue over his lips. “Just look in the basement, baby. There's a palate...roofing tiles. Everything I ever wanted to leave my girls is there. It was worth it...I promised her I'd do anything for you and Jackie...and I did. I did it, Carol. Our girls are set. I'm ready to burn if I need to...”

  Hearing him say mom's name, and then talk about burning? I blinked back tears and shook my head.

  What the hell was this? Some kinda death fever making him talk nonsense?

  Dad started to slump into the mattress, a harsh rattle in his throat, the tiny splash of color left in his face becoming pale ash. I backed away as the machines howled. The nurse looked at me and nodded. She rushed to his free side, intently watching his heartbeat jerk on the monitor.

  The machine released an earsplitting wail as the line went flat.

  Jackie completely lost it. I grabbed her tight, holding onto her, turning away until the mechanical screaming stopped. I wanted to cover my ears, but I wanted hers closed more.

  I held my little sister and rocked her to my chest. We didn't move until the nurse finally touched my shoulder, nudging us into the waiting room outside.

  We sat and waited for all the official business of death to finish up. My brain couldn't stop going back to his last words, the best distraction I had to keep my sanity.

  What was he talking about? His last words sounded so strange, so sure. So repentant, and that truly frightened me.

  I didn't dare get my hopes up, as much as I wanted to believe we wouldn't lose everything and end up living in the car next week. The medical bills snatched up the last few pennies left over from his pension and disability – the same fate waiting for our house as soon as his funeral was done.

  Delirious, I thought. His dying wish was for us, hoping and praying we'd be okay. He went out selflessly, just like a good father should.

  That was it. Had to be.

  He was dying, after all...pumped full of drugs, driven crazy in his last moments. But I couldn't let go of what he said about the basement.

  We'd have to scour the house anyway before the state kicked us out. If there was anything more to his words besides crazy talk, we'd find out soon enough, right?

  I looked at Jackie, biting my lip. I tried not to hope off a dead man's words. But damn it, I did.

  If he'd tucked away some spare cash or some silver to pawn, I wouldn't turn it down. Anything would help us live another day without facing the gaping void left by his brutal end.

  My sister was tipped back in her chair, one tissue pressed tight to her eyes. I reached for her hand and squeezed, careful not to set her off all over again.

  “We're going to figure this out,” I promised. “Don't worry about anything except mourning him, Jackie. You're not going anywhere. I'm going to do my damnedest to find us a place and pay the bills while you stay in school.”

  She straightened up, clearing her throat, shooting me a nasty look. “Stop talking to me like I'm a stupid kid!”

  I blinked. Jackie leaned in, showing me her bloodshot eyes. “I'm not as old as you, sis, but I'm not retarded. We're out of money. I get that. I know you won't find a job in this shitty town with half a degree and no experience...we'll end up homeless, and then the state'll get involved. They'll take me away from you, stick me with some freaky foster parents. But I won't forget you, Missy. I'll be okay. I'll survive.”

  Rage shot through me. Rage against the world, myself, maybe even dad's ghost for putting us in this fucked up position.

  I clenched my jaw. “That's not going to happen, Jackie. Don't even go there. I won't let –“

  “Whatever. It's not like it matters. I just hope there's a way for us to keep in touch when
the hammer falls.” She was quiet for a couple minutes before she finally looked up, her eyes redder than before. “I heard what he said while I was crying. Daddy didn't have crap after he got sick and left the force – nothing but those measly checks. He didn't earn a dime while he was sick. He died the same way he lived, Missy – sorry, and completely full of shit.”

  Anger howled through me. I wanted to grab her, shake her, tell her to get a fucking grip and stop obsessing on disaster. But I knew she didn't mean it.

  Lashing out wouldn't do any good. Rage was all part of grief, wasn't it? I kept waiting for mine to bubble to the surface, toxic as the crap they'd pumped into our father to prolong his life by a few weeks towards the end.

  I settled back in my chair and closed my eyes. I'd find some way to keep my promise to Jackie, whether there was a lucky break waiting for us in the basement or just more junk, more wreckage from our lives.

  Daddy wasn't ready to be a single father when Mom got killed, but he'd managed. He did the best he could before he had to deal with the shit hand dealt to him by this merciless life. I closed my eyes, vowing I'd do the same.

  No demons waiting for us on the road ahead would stop me. Making sure neither of us died with dad was my new religion, and I swore I'd never, ever lose my faith.

  A week passed. A lonely, bitter week in late winter with a meager funeral. Daddy's estranged brother sent us some money to have him cremated and buried with a bare bones headstone.

  I wouldn't ask Uncle Ken for a nickel more, even if he'd been man enough to show his face at the funeral. Thankfully, it wasn't something to worry about. He kept his distance several states away, the same 'ostrich asshole' daddy always said he was since they'd fallen out over my grandparent's miniscule inheritance.

  All it did was confirm the whole family was fucked. I had no one now except Jackie, and it was her and I against the world, the last of the Thomas girls against the curse turning our lives to pure hell over the last decade.

  A short trip to the attorney's office told me what I already knew about dad's assets. What little he had was going into state hands. Medicare was determined to claw back a tiny fraction of what they'd spent on his care. And because I was now Jackie's legal guardian, his pension and disability was as good as buried with him.