The Night Feeds

by Lauren Hunt

  Ryker carried me through the halls and I could feel his rippling muscles enveloped around me. He gently placed me on the bed and kissed me again. His blue eyes drilled into mine. I never wanted him to stop. His lips needed to be stitched to mine.

  I tugged at his jeans, pulling him close to the edge of the bed. I bit down on my bottom lip and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. I had done this many times before, but not like this. The bulge in his pants was enormous. I couldn't help but stroke his long shaft, forcing Ryker to moan. The sticky wetness between my thighs was telling me to go for it.

  “Baby, I want to feel your lips wrapped around my hard cock.” His words made me ooze even more.

  I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down slowly until his black boxer briefs were exposed. His big manliness was only hidden by a thin layer of fabric. “I want to make you feel good,” I breathed, pulling his boxers down. His humongous cock flung out like a spring, resting on my lips. I reached out with my wet tongue and ran it over his tip. Ryker shivered as I ran my tongue down his length until I reached the base. He was so long and thick that he'd barely fit in my mouth.

  Ryker's fingers combed through my hair. “I can't take anymore teasing, Tempest.”

  I smiled and looked into his eyes with desire before shoving his entire cock down my throat. Ryker screamed my name, holding tightly onto my head. I stroked his shaft with my free hand while bobbing my head up and down on his meat. He tasted so damn good. I never wanted to stop. The heat between my legs was intense. Ryker would have to fuck me soon. I wouldn't be able to go much longer.

  Ryker pulled his cock out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Whoa, baby. You need to slow down or I'll come too fast. Your lips feel so fucking good around me but there's something I want more.”

  I pulled the black blouse over my head and crawled backwards on the bed. “What do you want?” I asked.

  Ryker replied with a knowing smile. I could get lost in that smile all day. Ryker pulled his shirt over his head and I lost my breath at his chiseled body. Tattoos covered every inch of his arms and chest. All sorts of designs: dragons, guns, and half-naked women. There was so much to look at, it was mesmerizing.

  Ryker pounced on me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck and bare shoulders to my chest. He deftly unlatched my bra and tossed it to the side, licking his lips at the sight of my breasts. “Anybody ever tell you, you have the best pair of tits.” Ryker buried his face in my cleavage. He bit hard and chewed on my nipples until they became erect. I held his head against my chest, holding back whimpers.

  I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him again. The passion was immense and overpowering. My brain could barely function. All I could think about was getting fucked by this bad boy. I knew I wouldn't last very long under him. “I can't wait any longer, Ryker. I need you inside me now.”

  Ryker bit my bottom lip while peeling off my jeans. My brand new black panties were just waiting to be removed. Ryker tugged on them until they snapped and tore into pieces. Luckily he bought me multiple pairs. Ryker threw the pieces off the bed and spread my legs. His finger grazed against my wetness. I held my breath in anticipation. This was it.

  “You're so ready,” Ryker said, sucking on the same wet finger. He positioned himself on top, his hips forcing their way between my thighs. His tip was knocking at my door and I bucked against him, trying to force him inside. Ryker wanted to torture me. He wanted me to beg for it.

  “Please...fuck me,” I whispered.

  Ryker thrust into me, filling me completely with his thick and long cock. The pleasure hit me sharply just like injecting with heroin—but more clean and intense. I'd never felt this way before. No high was better than this.

  Ryker pounded in and out, our breaths matching each other. Every thrust sent me overboard, my body reeling with ecstasy. I couldn't last any longer.

  “I want you to come for me, baby. And scream my name when you do it.”

  The passion reached its peak and unleashed like an avalanche. I came hard, screaming Ryker's name over and over again. My body bucked beneath him but Ryker held me in place while he continued to fuck me senseless. I wanted to feel like this forever. Never stopping, not for a moment.

  “You're so big inside me,” I whimpered.

  Ryker crashed into me over and over. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, Tempest. Every second inside you feels like I'm coming again and again.” I held onto his strong arms and wrapped my legs around his back, pushing him deeper within me. My voice was gone as I tried to scream from the massive hit of pleasure.

  “Will you come with me, baby?” I nodded and focused all my attention on the building pressure between my thighs. It needed to be released. The thought of Ryker coming inside me sent me over the edge. Ryker grunted as he fucked me harder and harder until he finally found his release. The sensation of his cum filling me to the brim felt like no other.

  I let go at the same time, my body quaking from the orgasm. Ryker pumped in and out, our pleasure becoming one. We screamed at the top of our lungs, holding onto one another. Did this moment ever have to end?

  The ecstasy subsided and Ryker fell down on top of me, my chest heaving him up and down. He slowly pulled out and his juices ran out of my pussy. The relaxing bliss I felt was like nothing else. I felt like I was glowing.

  Ryker rolled off and to the side, bringing me over into his arms. I rested my head against his hard chest and listened to his heart beat. A steady drum pounding into my ear.

  “That was beyond words,” I was finally able to say.

  Ryker ran the nails of his fingers around my ear. “That was your first time, wasn't it?”

  My whole body became crimson red. I didn't want to make a move. How did he know? I must have been terrible. He was used to girls doing certain things and I just didn't have the experience yet. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I didn't want to ruin the moment. Was I that bad?”

  Ryker pulled me up until our eyes met. “Baby, you were incredible. That was the fucking best sex of my life. Your pussy was so damn tight it felt like it was choking my cock. In fact we're going to go again. I can't wait another minute without being inside you.”

  “Again?” I gulped. My legs were already becoming sore. Could I even come a third time?

  Ryker made me come two more times before I couldn't handle anymore. My body and mind had hit its limit. But he felt so good inside me. Better than anything else. I could do away with drugs forever if I could feel that big man between my legs every night.

  Chapter Six

  Ryker

  Tempest slept with her head on my chest. She breathed softly, her chest expanding against me. I couldn't help but stare at her even though I was so exhausted. What the fuck just happened? Tempest was better than the thousands of sluts I'd been with and it was her first time. This girl I actually had a connection with. I wasn't ready to throw her away like all the others. Tempest needed to be fucked regularly and I was ready to give it to her.

  I wanted to stay in bed with her all day and fuck her as many times as my cock could handle. But it was almost noon and I needed to get some things squared away before the O'Malleys sent their dogs after me.

  I tried my best to carefully lift Tempest's head without waking her so I could get up. Her eyes slowly opened and she purred as she wrapped her arms around me. I wasn't going to get away that easily.

  “I have some things I need to get done today. I'll be back before you know it.” I didn't want her to know all the gritty details yet. She'd know soon enough. I just wanted her to enjoy this morning as much as possible. She deserved it after the hell she'd overcome.

  I got dressed as quickly as possible. I didn't have any clean clothes but that didn't matter. We'd have plenty of time to buy new stuff while we were on the run. I checked my phone and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Ian hadn't tried to contact me again.

  “What's going on?” Tempest asked, sitting up and tucking the sheets under her arms to cover her
chest. Her hard nipples poked through the white sheet and I couldn't help thinking about what it would feel like to have my hard cock rest between her tits until I came all over them.

  “Nothing is going on, Tempest. Just go back to sleep. You need your rest before I come back and ravage you again.” I thought I could get her to smile but her face remained serious.

  “I can hear it in your tone that something's wrong. Tell me. I want to know.”

  I couldn't keep it from her anymore. Tempest would need to know soon enough. I took a deep breath in to focus my thoughts. “My boss wants me to bring you in. He wants to interrogate you himself.”

  Tempest began to move out of her chair, looking for a door to run for. That was what I was afraid of. Even after our night together, she still thought I was just a bad guy. A guy that would give her up at the first chance he got.

  “I'm not going to do it, Tempest. I'd never hand you over to them.” I put my hand on hers. “We have to go on the run. It's the only way to get out of this alive.”

  Tempest settled back in her seat. Her clammy hand entangled mine. “But we'll have to look over our shoulders for the rest of our lives.”

  I nodded. Living on the run wasn't going to be easy. “Better than being buried six feet under.”

  Tempest was scared, her chest expanding and contracting faster. “Where are we going to run to?”

  “I don't know all the details yet. But I know that anywhere else is better than here.”

  Tempest took one last bite of breakfast and stood up. “What are we waiting for? Let's go right now. I don't even have anything to pack.” She looked so brave standing there, ready to go along with anything I asked.

  “I have a few loose ends I need to take care of before we go. I want you to stay here and wait until I come back.”

  Tempest shook her head back and forth. “No way. I'm coming with you.”

  “The O'Malleys won't be looking for us yet. I already told Ian this morning that I'm going to bring you in. He won't send his thugs out for us just yet. He has no idea I'm going to betray him.”

  Betray. That was a tough word to swallow. Ian and I'd been through so much together. I owed him everything. And now I was going to go against his orders—for her.

  “Don't worry. You'll be safe here. I'll only be gone an hour at the most. If I'm not back within two, then you need to leave without me.”

  Tempest shook her head again, her brown eyes wide. “I can't leave without you. I won't.” I admired her defiance.

  “You'll have to. Get out of town as fast as you can and don't look back,” I replied. “But don't worry, I'll be back. Try to think of some places we can run off to while I'm gone.”

  Tempest nodded with tears streaming down her cheek. I wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be all right but I wasn't sure myself. The O'Malleys had ways of tracking people down. Even with our head start, they could be on us in days. I'd have to be smart about it. But first I needed to get to my stash.

  I kissed Tempest passionately one last time. It could be my last. “Don't worry, I'll be back for you. Just promise me you'll run if I don't make it back in time.”

  She looked up at me with doubt behind her eyes.

  I squeezed her shoulders. “Tempest, promise me.”

  She sighed. “I promise.”

  I turned and walked out of the door without looking back. My throat choked up. I needed to get back to her as soon as possible. Nothing would stop me.

  Tempest

  Ryker left me and I fell against the door in a crying mess. There was no way I could leave him if he didn't come back. I wasn't as strong as him. I couldn't go on the run by myself. You're a fucking idiot, Tempest. I wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for drugs. I would have never met that bastard Jenkins. And Ryker's life wouldn't have gotten ruined too.

  But I wouldn't have met Ryker if it hadn't been for the drugs. I wiped the tears from my face. No time to be a pussy. Time to man up.

  I went to Ryker's bedroom and searched the closet for a suitcase. I didn't want to be useless. I could get us a bag packed before Ryker came back. That would get us out of here that much quicker. I found an old dusty duffel bag deep down under a pile of dirty clothes.

  The bag was a little heavy and I set it on the bed and opened it up. A shotgun sat at the bottom with a collection of loose shells. I'd never seen a real gun before. Never held one in my hands. I pulled out the boomstick and it was heavy in my hands. Felt good. Felt powerful. I could take on the world with this. Ryker would probably want to bring it along. I set it to the side on the bed.

  I went back to the closet to look for some clothes. Ryker had only one white shirt left on a hanger. The man didn't do laundry very often. I folded the shirt and placed it in the duffel. I scoured the rest of the apartment searching for anything that Ryker might want to take with him. His place was just as barren as my heroin den.

  A knock at the door startled me. Could Ryker be back so soon? I didn't have any way of telling time but it couldn't have been more that twenty minutes since he left. I peeked out from the bedroom, down the hallway and to the front door. Another knock pounded at the door.

  “Who is it?” I yelled out.

  My heart froze when there was no reply. The front door burst open and two men with black ski masks came rushing in. My screams echoed through the apartment. I shut the bedroom door and ran to the bathroom. I saw the shotgun out of the corner of my eye and grabbed it. The men were already pounding at the bedroom door when I escaped into the bathroom.

  Just like when Ryker brought me here the first time and I was hopped up on heroin—there was no place for me to escape to. I could hear the door to the bedroom crash open. It would only be a few moments until they were upon me. I gripped the shotgun and pointed it at the closed bathroom door. My heart was beating in my ears. My hands quivered as I tried to steady the gun.

  The bathroom door exploded open and I screamed, pulling the trigger.

  Nothing happened. I tried squeezing one more time and nothing. Suddenly, I remembered the loose shotgun shells. I needed to load the damn thing. Stupid Tempest.

  The two men had pistols and rushed me. I tried to use the shotgun like a bat but the first guy caught my swing and stole the gun from me. I clawed and kicked as much as I could until the other man hit me over the head with his gun.

  The room spun around in circles until...blackness.

  Chapter Seven

  Ryker

  It took every ounce of strength to leave that hot piece of ass in my apartment. My balls were screaming at me to stay behind. Fuck her as many times as I could before the O'Malleys came for us. I was only kidding myself. Even if Tempest and I were able to pull this off. Ian would never let me go. He'd use his last breath to hunt me down and kill me.

  But I had to try...for Tempest. If we could actually escape, I could feel her warm body beneath me, my cock sinking into her every night. It was worth a shot.

  I killed the engine to my Dodge Charger next to an abandoned building on sixth street. I stepped out into the sun and looked up at the boarding school that housed me for years. The same place where I met the Murphy brothers and this whole thing got started.

  The gate had a rusted sign that said: The Walter Payton Boarding School for Boys. A long chain and lock kept the place safe but that wouldn't stop a guy like me. I could pick it if I needed to but the walls were low enough. I heaved myself over and landed in a patch of overgrown weeds and grass. Nobody stepped foot in this place anymore and I didn't blame them. Too many bad memories.

  I went around the decrepit mausoleum and came to the playground. I could still remember kids screaming and running around, playing handball and climbing on the jungle gym. I walked to the back wall of the boarding school and ran my fingers across the red bricks. Most of them were chipped and marked up. This was the spot that I finally found the courage to fight back.

  Kids were beating the hell out of me daily. None of the adults cared. It wasn't unt
il Ian took me under his wing and taught me how to use my fists, that I learned self-reliance.

  This spot in the back of the boarding school was where I fought back for the first time in my life. The bullies stayed away from me after I sent that boy to the hospital. I had solved my problem with my fists and I didn't regret it for one second.

  I knocked a couple loose bricks out and knew I'd hit the right spot. I reached my hand in as far as I could, straining and stretching. I pulled out a small rectangular tin box—the same box that I kept under my bed when I was kid.

  I wiped the dirt off the top and opened it. A few ziploc bags full of cash were inside. I didn't even know how much was in there. I had stopped counting a long time ago. A guy in my line of work couldn't keep their money in a bank. If I were ever sent to jail, the cops could confiscate all my assets. This tin box was my little secret stash that nobody knew about—not even the O'Malleys.