SAUL

by Claire St. Rose

  “Don’t come up fast,” Yvette warned as Leo groaned with pleasure. “Come up slow, past your throat muscles and then all the way up.”

  Bev did as she was instructed and lifted herself off Leo’s cock. “I did it,” she said with watery eyes.

  “Yep. Now do it a few more times so your throat can get used to the idea,” Yvette told her.

  Leo’s cock was getting seriously hot and hard as the two of them took turns deep throating him.

  “He’s going to come soon,” Bev giggled.

  “When he starts, put your hand around him so he doesn’t fuck down your throat. You’re not ready for that yet. Trust me, and puking ain’t sexy,” Yvette told her solemnly.

  Bev nodded her head soberly at this advice, and she started throating Leo’s cock, feeling it twitching in her throat. She had sucked him off plenty of times to know his signs, and just before he came she lifted up, wrapped her hands around his base, and sucked hard while stroking him.

  His climax was wild and strong. His hands gripped her head and his hips pumped his cock into her mouth with an energy that was close to violence. She continued to suck, swallow, and stroke as Leo’s abs clenched up, curling his body up and around her. His climax scream sounded like rage.

  Then he relaxed, and Bev licked and kissed his cock with Yvette. Yvette playfully sucked his head strong enough to make Leo jerk a few times, then smiled her pixie smile.

  “Wow,” Yvette said to Bev as they licked and kissed his softening cock. “I really want him to come in me now. That was so fucking wild. I need to feel that. Is that alright?”

  “Yes,” Bev said, smiling back at her. “And it is very fucking wild.”

  “I think I’m going to go get us a few beers,” Leo said in a low, easy voice.

  “Alright,” they answered together, and then giggled at each other.

  They lay down on the bed together. They watched him walk out of the room and listened to him go down the stairs. Then Yvette turned to Bev with pure lust in her eyes. “We’re going to get him hard again.”

  “Yes?”

  “Men love watching girl-girl action. Drives them wild,” Yvette said.

  “You’ve done this before?” Bev asked.

  “No, I’ve been hanging out with bikers at parties for the last ten years, and I know what kind of porn they like,” she said with a laugh.

  Bev smiled, but the look in Yvette’s eyes told her that Yvette was seriously hot for her right now. If that look was in Leo’s eyes, she would be getting herself mentally prepared for Neanderthal sex. Before she could say anything, though, Yvette kissed her and pushed her back onto the pillow. Her hands took her breasts, milking them with amazing skill and causing Bev to moan deeply into their kiss.

  Yvette pressed her body against her and rubbed her hand down her face. It felt intensely intimate. Yvette intended to make love to her. She had made the claim that this would turn Leo on, but Bev could feel that Yvette was fully turned on by her. Yvette had never felt so turned on before — but neither had she felt so alive since Crash’s death, so full of the joy of living.

  Yvette lowered herself to Bev’s breasts, and while doing so, she wiggled her body between Bev’s thighs, spreading her open. She sucked Bev like no one had ever done before, and it felt truly amazing.

  Bev’s hands ran through Yvette’s fine blond hair, and she watched her best friend becoming even more aroused by her. Her hips began to involuntarily pump up into Yvette’s abs. Her clit was hard and aching to be touched. She hoped Leo would come in soon so she could fuck him, because Yvette was beginning to drive her wild.

  They could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. Just as he was coming down the short hallway, Yvette kissed her way down Bev’s abs and wiggled her way farther down the bed, ass going up into the air.

  “Yvette?” Bev had time to voice before Yvette found, licked, and then sucked on her painfully hard clit.

  If she was looking to produce a show for Leo, she succeeded, because her timing was perfect. Bev’s body arched with the wild and wicked pleasure jolting through her body just as Leo came through the bedroom door with three beers in his hand. Bev twisted her hips and pushed at Yvette’s head, but Yvette was fully on her with her hands wrapped around Bev’s thighs — and god damn it, she felt so fucking good doing this to her.

  Helpless and caught by her own wantonness, she looked to Leo with wide, imploring eyes. “Leo?” she whimpered, and then groaned and twisted again as Yvette consumed her.

  Leo’s cock was ridged.

  Bev looked to his eyes for help, but all she found there was lust. “Oh shit,” she whimpered as another wave of pleasure seethed out from Yvette’s tongue and lips.

  Leo took a long drink while watching them, and then set the beers down on the nightstand and crawls up on the bed to kiss her. Bev’s clawing hand grabbed him by the neck. “Honest, Leo,” she cried. “Never like this before. Not once.”

  “You look so fucking sexy right now,” he told her. “God, you are so beautiful.”

  “Leo?”

  “I love you, Bev, I love you so much!”

  Bev’s orgasm began to roll over her. She gripped Leo’s hair with her right hand. With her left, she gripped Yvette’s hair and pulled her into her pussy while grinding her hips into the other woman’s mouth. “Is this what you want, Leo? You like to see me like this?” she cried in an agonized voice.

  “Yes,” Leo told her, and her orgasm climaxed.

  “Oh dear fucking mercy!” Bev screamed, looking down at Yvette, who was watching her climax with wide, attentive eyes. “Fuck Yvette! Oh shit! You’re so fucking good, baby!”

  Yvette reached down quickly and rubbed her own clit while still licking and sucking at Bev’s over-excited pussy. But Leo moved down behind Yvette’s lifted ass, and with dexterous hands, he found her opening and pushed his cock inside her.

  Yvette screamed a moan of torrential pleasure.

  “Bev! Oh god, Bev! He’s so fucking thick!” she cried out, and her hips bucked wildly in Leo’s hands as he started to fuck her with serious energy.

  Bev scooted down the bed and under Yvette until Yvette’s head was between her breasts. She rubbed her face and ran her finger through her long blond hair while Leo gave Yvette a taste of Neanderthal sex.

  “I’m going to come, Bev!” Yvette cried apologetically.

  “Give it to me, baby. I want to see you come,” she told the blond, who was writhing and clawing at the sheets around her.

  Yvette climaxed hard, and Bev watched her with wonder, knowing that this was what she looked like when Leo fucked her this way: completely out of control and crying out rapturous words.

  She looked up at Leo. “Come in her, Leo. She wants it. She wants to feel you come. Give it to her. I want you to. I love you, Leo. Fuck her, fuck her hard!”

  Yvette went through two more tectonic orgasms before Leo pounded his climax into her.

  They talked, and drank, and had sex together until the early hours. It was much more loving from that point on. The level of intimacy brought tears to Bev’s eyes several times, and she noticed Yvette wiping her eyes a few times as well.

  “You feel a connection this time, lover?” she asked Leo.

  “God, yes,” he breathed. “The love between you two is amazing.”

  “Second only to the love I have for you, Leo,” she told him. “You come back to me, Leo. You come back to me so we can do this again.”

  Chapter Thirty Eight

  Bev woke close to ten o’clock and close to orgasm. Her body was bowing and lifting her breasts to the ceiling. Her hands went down between her legs and gripped fine, soft hair. “Yvette?”

  She climaxed, and Yvette took her into a beautiful, golden warm afterglow.

  Yvette snaked up her body, and then a completely new sensation began. Yvette was rubbing and grinding her own clit into hers. This wasn’t scissors. Yvette was just fucking her, grinding into her, and the look in her eyes was lustful and urgent.

>   “Oh god, baby,” Bev pleaded with soft, agonized words. “What are you doing to me?”

  Bev climaxed with Yvette, like she always did when they were together like this, and it was a loving, pure, light orgasm that flushed through her, as if Yvette’s love for her had become liquid and was rushing through her bloodstream.

  “Yvette, baby,” Bev moaned, “that’s not fair.”

  ***

  They got into the bath together. Yvette went in front because she said she was the girly one.

  “Is that so,” Bev laughed.

  “Well, yeah.” Yvette said like it was too obvious to explain. “You’re the one that picks fights with patch holders, and wins.”

  “Are you calling me butch?” Bev asked in a near offended tone of voice.

  “Hey, if the ass-kicking boots fit…” Yvette told her, and then turned and kissed her quickly before lowering herself further into the water.

  “Brat.”

  “Slut.”

  “Lesbo.”

  “Dike.”

  “Hey, I’m not a lesbian,” Bev objected.

  “You love a lesbian,” Yvette pointed out.

  “Yes, true.”

  “You have lesbian sex,” Yvette continued.

  “I do now, you little pixie,” Bev told her.

  “But you aren’t a lesbian.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I get that,” Yvette agreed with a nod.

  “Are you being sarcastic?”

  “No, not at all. After you explained it to me yesterday, I totally got it. You said that you could be the comfort but not the cure. And I realized just how much you loved me then. I mean, I hear all the time guys and even some of the sisters say things like I’m with you body and soul, but you are the first person I have ever seen ride a dark mile and mean that. Totally mean that. Honestly Bev, it melted me. You could have told me I could be your bitch, and it wouldn’t have touched me that deeply. I know I didn’t make it sound like it then, but I was just blown away.”

  Yvette looked up at her. “I’ve never felt loved the way you love me, Bev.”

  They relaxed then, soaking up the heat, Bev idly caressing Yvette’s left breast while resting her right arm across the edge of the tub.

  This is really nice, she thought to herself.

  She was close to dozing off when the creak of a floorboard in the hall by the open bathroom door caught their attention.

  Bev jerked her head over her shoulder and saw a man, in a gray suit and a long coat standing in the open doorway. He was looking toward the master bedroom.

  Bev pulled the Glock 9mm from the holster nailed to the wall behind the tub. “Can I help you?”

  The man froze and looked toward them. He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “I was looking for Leo. Is he home?” he said with a heavy Mexican accent.

  “He left for work already,” Bev told him, thumbing the safety off. She recalled that she had already chambered a round the last time she had found this weapon.

  “That’s a shame,” he said, and reached for the gun in his side holster.

  Bev beat him to it. Before it cleared leather, she put three rounds in his heart.

  Automatic weapon fire exploded through the wall behind them, and Bev slid down into the protection of the iron tub. “Pull the plug, Yvette!”

  Yvette leaned forward between her legs and found the plug. Bev pulled her legs up close to her chest as bullets burst through the walls and slammed into the tub.

  Then she heard the sound of a clip being ejected. She jumped from the tub, rolled into the hallway, and saw a man’s head just above the last stair. She fired three rounds, and the man’s head jerked in odd ways before he disappeared.

  “The bedroom, Yvette, now!”

  Yvette came out of the tub like a mink and flowed into the master bedroom.

  “Under the bed, Yvette, there’s another gun.”

  “Got it,” she said, and Bev heard the slide of the Glock chambering a round.

  “I thought you didn’t know how to shoot?”

  “I said I don’t like to shoot. I never said I don’t know how.”

  “Ah,” she said, and pulled the gun from the dead man in the hallway. It was a .22 with a silencer.

  “Hit squad,” she breathed.

  She went into the bedroom, snatched up her phone, and called Danny.

  “Yes, Bev?”

  “Yvette and I are under attack at Leo’s house. It’s a hit squad. Two of them are down, but I don’t know how many are left. At least one more, I’m sure of that.”

  “Stay on the line if you can,” Danny told her, and she heard him bark orders to Preston and Hugo.

  Bev set the phone on the nightstand and turned it on speakerphone. Then she checked the stand’s drawer and found three full clips. “Thank you, Leo,” she breathed. Then she spied something else.

  “Danny?”

  “I’m here.”

  “How do you use a hand grenade?”

  “Put the grenade in your palm, pull back the handle with your fingers, then pull the pin. Throw it, and then duck,” he told her without hesitation.

  She heard someone downstairs call out, “Jerome? Heitor? Jerome?”

  She moved quickly to the head of the stairs and pulled the pin. When the voice was close to the stairway, she tossed the grenade.

  “Aye, Madre!”

  The explosion was terrifying.

  “I think it worked,” Yvette told Danny back in the bedroom.

  “Back in the tub, Yvette, quick, and bring the phone,” Bev told her.

  “Got it. What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to get that auto thing that guy was firing.”

  “Careful.”

  “Right.”

  Picking up the large black pistol-like gun, she found a full clip. She searched the body quickly, ignoring the mangled head. She found another clip and three round black cylinders with grenade-like pins in them. She took these and heard several Mexican voices downstairs, probably on the porch. She flew back upstairs and into the tub.

  “There are several of them outside, Danny,” she said to the phone. “I found three black metal cylinders about the size of my fist in length. They have pins in them.”

  “Flashbangs,” Danny told her. “Concussion grenades. Pull the pin, throw, and duck. But also cover your ears and look away. The sound and flash both will stun you if you are too close.”

  “Got it,” Bev said, and handed one of the grenades to Yvette.

  Yvette took it with a determined look on her face.

  “I thought you were the girly one,” Bev teased.

  “I am, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill these fuckers,” Yvette told her.

  “Danny, I’ve got an automatic gun here,” she told him, and then described it.

  “Uzi,” he told her. “There are two external safety mechanisms on an Uzi. The first is the three position selector lever located at the top of the grip and behind the trigger group.”

  “Got it.”

  “The second is in the handle, and it is there to make sure the user has a firm grip on the weapon. It’s to safeguard against accidental discharge if the weapon is dropped.”

  “A deadman switch,” Bev said.

  “Exactly. Load the clip, pull the slide, and you are ready. The gun is going to want to climb when you fire it. So be ready to hold it down or you’ll just be putting holes in Leo’s ceiling.”

  “Right.”

  “I think they are in the house again,” Yvette said.

  Bev listened, and she could hear hushed voices downstairs. “Listen for the stairs,” she whispered to Yvette.

  Yvette nodded, her eyes wide and fierce.

  “Now,” Yvette told her.

  Bev didn’t second-guess her. She rose out of the tub far enough to point the gun and fire through the wall and into the stairwell. She gripped the Uzi with both hands and gave the trigger a squeeze. The recoil was amazing, but she kept it pointed at the stairwe
ll and sprayed the wall like she might with a hose. Then she dropped back down into the tub and waited for return fire.