by Ada Scott
He planted a kiss on the upper swell of my right breast at the same time he relieved me of the bank’s money. When he stood up again, I could feel the cool air on my skin where his lips had been and I whimpered quietly, barely above the dictionary definition of silence.
“Take me with you,” I whispered.
“I can’t, darlin’. My world ain’t the kind of place for a sweet thing like you. You’d get torn apart.”
“You’d protect me.”
Jason smirked. “Maybe I should come back here on a vacation some time. Right now… I’m workin’. So get your sweet ass down there on the ground, Dove, and don’t get up until I’m long gone, understand?”
I pouted and sank to my knees in front of him. “You sure?”
With my face just a few inches from the glorious bulge in his pants, the hint was as obvious as any in the history of mankind. He faltered for a second. The smooth criminal, cracking under the pressure of my invitation for just a moment.
“On the ground, Dove,” he said, regaining his composure.
My pout was unabated by the time I was lying on my stomach. Jason slowly walked backwards in the direction of the door, his ill-gotten gains in each hand.
With one last look at me, he pushed the door open with his shoulder and ran out of my life. My bottom lip quivered a little as the idea sank in that, against all odds, I’d had my shot but couldn’t convince him to take me with him.
I’d never see him again. That’s when a flurry of motion behind me made me whip my head around in time to see Rex on his feet and running towards the chair he’d been sleeping in not so long ago.
“Rex! What are you doing?” I hissed.
“Don’t you worry, Miss. North, I won’t let him get away with it!”
Rex was fumbling for his lunchbox. What the fuck was he doing? Was he going to run out there and challenge Jason to a speed-eating competition with the bank’s money as the prize?
My heart nearly stopped when, instead of a sandwich, Rex pulled his handgun out of his lunchbox. The security guard raced towards the front doors and I quickly tried to get up to stop him.
“Rex! No!”
“Stay back!” he yelled without looking in my direction as he burst on to the sidewalk outside. “Freeze!”
I was right behind him a moment later, my eyes squinting against the glare of the morning sun, and I saw that he had the drop on Jason, who hadn’t got more than twenty feet away. The sexiest bank robber in generations was standing next to a car with no weapon in his hands other than bags full of cash.
Everything was happening in slow motion. Rex was yelling at him to get on the ground, and Jason was not even pretending to comply, his eyes narrowing as he prepared himself to go down in a hail of bullets if he had to.
The perfect run was going to end here. Jason had outrun, outthought and outmatched the best of law enforcement and he was about to be undone by a sleeping security guard with a gun in a lunchbox.
I couldn’t let it end like this. Before I even had time to convince myself how blatantly stupid this was… I jumped in front of Rex, between Jason and the gun.
“Miss… get the fuck out of the way!” Rex yelled, trying to grab me to thrust me to the side.
I jumped back, my hands up, making myself as big a human shield as I could. Rex took a step forward and I retreated again. It all happened in the space of a second or two, but it was all Jason needed to get back on top of the situation.
Suddenly that feeling of masculine perfection was pressed against me again and his gun was pointing at Rex over my shoulder.
“Partner, you’ve got until the count of two to put that gun on the ground, kick it over and run your ass back into the bank. One…”
Rex reacted quicker than I’d ever seen him move before and the gun slid across the concrete to hit me on my shoe.
“I’m sorry!” I called after him as he disappeared back inside.
Jason bent down to retrieve the gun, but paused to reach up my dress and grip my inner thigh perilously close to the panties that were undeniably wet by this stage. He knelt there for a second and shook his head.
“You shouldn’t have done that. You just made things real complicated for yourself, but you might have saved his life.”
“His life?” I asked.
Jason picked the gun up and stood again. “You think there’s any rent-a-cop in this country fast enough on the trigger to catch me? Now, I think we should get the fuck out of here.”
He grabbed my hand and we sprinted back to the car with the bags of money dropped beside it as people peeked out of doors and windows at the sudden commotion on their quiet small-town street. Jason picked up the bags then circled around the car to the driver’s side and stepped in, hurling the bags into the back seat in one motion.
Jason was right, I’d just made things real complicated for myself, but fate had handed me exactly what my heart desired and there was no way I could have turned my back on it. With one last look back over my shoulder, as much at my former life as at the bank where I’d just effectively resigned, I joined him.
Before I’d even had a chance to fumble at the seat belt, the engine roared to life and I had to brace myself for balance as Jason planted his foot on the accelerator. The car leapt forward and swerved on to the road.
Jason drove like the cops were hot on our tail even though I hadn’t even heard any sirens in the distance yet. It was only a couple minutes until we were past town limits and turning on to the interstate.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I got a place in Nebraska we can lay low for a while. Crossing state lines fucks them up with red tape, especially in the first minutes and hours after a job.”
His face was a mask of concentration on driving, even when he slowed to the speed limit to make us less conspicuous. I bit my lip as I looked at him, remembering the best kiss of my life.
I could hardly believe I was here with him, after so long wanting it. If I reached out and touched his face, his stubble would be rough and rugged under my fingertips, not smooth and glossy like my posters.
When that thought crossed my mind, it was almost like a theory that I couldn’t resist testing. I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand and found it to be just as wonderful as I thought.
I must have had a look on my face as if I’d discovered hidden treasure, because that’s what it felt like inside. My hand stroked lower, over his shoulder and making a detour to his bicep, before moving under his arm to stroke his chest and the bumps of his abs under his shirt.
Finally, I felt the waistline of his pants under my fingertips and I looked back up to his face. He wasn’t offering any kind of resistance aside from a knowing glance out of the corner of his eye before concentrating on the road again.
With a lick of my lips, I let my hand move even lower. My jaw dropped when I felt the swell of his cock through his pants. My fingertips traced it from the zip and some inches down his left leg before I moved back and let my palm fall on it, with my fingers curling around.
Years of waiting seemed to surge up inside of me like a hot flush and I gasped at a spark of pleasure between my legs that was like a mini-orgasm. I hadn’t even touched myself, but it was like I’d had a miniature climax simply from pure excitement.
Without taking my hand off his cock I repositioned myself so I was sideways, facing him, kneeling on the seat. I slipped my head under his arm and looked up at him.
He glanced down and the corner of his mouth rose. “Well if that ain’t a sight for sore eyes…”
I licked my lips and pulled his zip down, reaching inside his pants to disentangle his cock from his underwear and free it from his pants before it got too hard and became trapped down that leg. Carefully, I curled my fingers around it again, his bare cock this time, and pulled inch after inch of it out into full view.
With my fingers around his shaft, I could feel the weight of his cock as it twitched and pulsed, turning into a weapon of pleasure before my v
ery eyes. I’d only ever given one blowjob before, which had lasted a few seconds before the guy was finished, so maybe I was a natural at this.
I bent my head down and reached out to the head of his cock with my tongue, circling it a few times before taking the tip into my mouth. Slowly and purposefully, I pressed my tongue against the head of his cock, licking and sucking it as if I wanted every single movement to count.
“Mmmm, that’s fuckin’ incredible…” he breathed, his hips bucking up at me a little and driving his cock a fraction of an inch deeper.
Jason was hard as a rock now, and I was surprised at how wide I had to keep my mouth open to accommodate him. With a sucking sound, I pulled back and his engorged tip popped out of my mouth, standing up hard and proud with my saliva glistening on it like a thin glaze.
Turning my face toward his body and I kissed my way down the underside of his cock. It twitched in response to every contact with my lips, as if nodding at an old friend, until I reached the point where it disappeared into his pants.
I nuzzled against him and snaked my tongue inside, feeling the base of his cock and the upper part of his nutsack before kissing my way back up to the head again. When my lips parted to take him into the hot wetness of my mouth again, his hips pushed up once more, pushing his thickness near the back of my throat.
I grabbed his cock with my hand, using it as a kind of marker for how deep I could take him without triggering my gag reflex and began bobbing up and down. I’d pull back until the bumpy ridge along the head of his cock touched my lips, then down until my lips touched my own hand.
Doing it this way, I could build up my cocksucking to a quick pace with confidence. No matter how he pushed up at me and no matter what bumps there were in the road, I was able to keep the same rhythm and depth until we must surely have been over the state line.
I felt Jason’s hand reach over and his fingers scrabbled to bunch my dress up on my lower back as I knelt over his cock. No doubt trying to keep one eye on the road and one eye on my mouth around his cock, he explored my panties with his fingers, teasing along my panty-lines on each ass cheek before softly rubbing my pussy through the soaked material.
“Damn, you’re ready to go, aren’t you?” he asked.
It had to be a rhetorical question, but I nodded as I sucked his hard shaft anyway. His fingers worked their way under the elastic of one leg hole and circled my slippery labia, making me lose my rhythm for the first time in miles.
It only took a few laps around my sex before his fingers were coated in my slippery nectar and he put some pressure on the entrance to my tight pussy. I paused for a second to savor the moment, but then made a conscious effort to remember to suck his dick.
“Fuck that’s a tight pussy, Dove,” he said, as his pressure mounted.
The tip of his finger slipped inside and I moaned directly on his cock. I’d never let any boy in there before, because I’d been waiting for a real man. The only real man I’d ever dreamed of.
His finger pushed in further… just a little more and he’d find the present I’d been keeping for him… there! He touched my hymen and I felt his cock swell in my mouth.
“How the fuck did a pretty girl like you beat off the army of guys that must’a come knockin’ on your door?” he asked.
I pulled back off his hard length again. “I’ve just been waiting for someone special.”
“Well, fuck. Suddenly the safe house seems too far away to celebrate my thirtieth job.” Jason’s fingers left my panties and he brought his hand to my mouth.
After a moment’s hesitation I parted my lips as he made me taste myself. That was a new experience for me, too. When in my bed at night, looking up at his poster, it never crossed my mind to bring my fingers to my mouth after I’d really got going.
My own flavor mixed with his inside my mouth and turned into a cocktail that was far superior than either of them by themselves. I sucked his finger as hard as I had sucked his cock, until there was no trace of me left on it and then transferred back to his hard rod.
His cock had cooled in the air while I busied myself with his finger, but it soon warmed up again as I accepted it back into my mouth. Jason let go of the wheel for a few seconds so he could use both hands to gather my hair into a single ponytail at the back of my head.
With that done, he applied a little more pressure to every downward stroke of my lips on his cock. After first brushing against the back of my throat, it wasn’t long before it was hitting hard with loud squelching sounds and I had to concentrate every fibre of my being to the war with my gag reflex.
For his part, Jason appeared to be going half-wild with lust. His groans of pleasure as he fucked my face and drove his getaway car full of ill-gotten gains were just the battle-cry I needed to hold myself in position, to take a triumphant kind of pleasure for myself.
Some of the girls back at school had thought I was kind of a prude for never putting out. The guy who I gave a blowjob to was certainly confused when I broke up with him the next day before letting things get out of hand. If only they could see me now, see the payoff for my persistence.
My ass wiggled a little as I continued to suck Jason’s cock. Finally, when his cock was pressed hard against the back of my throat, Jason didn’t relent. He kept on pushing down with his hand on the back of my head, and thrusting with his hips until my eyes teared up.
I knew what he wanted… but his shaft was so thick and hard that I had my doubts about whether it was even possible. Yet, when it slipped into my throat with a popping sensation, I supposed it wasn’t the most unlikely thing that had happened so far this morning.
Jason slowly fed his thick inches past my lips and the world blurred as my eyes continued to water. The base of his cock, somewhere past the zip of his pants, seemed so far away, but that cock of his kept on sliding until I was almost there.
I could feel the ridge of his cock as my throat hugged it tightly on all sides, marking how deeply he’d penetrated me, going where no man had gone before and few men would even be physically capable of going.
Towards the end, my throat seemed to get even tighter, slowing progress, but I was so close that I refused to fall short by so little. I moved my hands from his thigh, where I’d been bracing myself, to his ass, using his masculine perfection to pull myself forward the final inch until his zip brushed against my lips.
As if claiming my prize, I poked my tongue out around the girth of his cock and touched it to his balls as I had before. Somewhere deep inside, his cock swelled in response.
“This must be against the law…” I heard Jason say above me.
He pulled on my hair, still wrapped around his fist and when the tip of his cock popped back into my mouth, I gasped for air around it. A few deep breaths short of a full recovery, Jason plunged his manhood into my mouth again, into my throat and began fucking my face hard and deep.
Although he never reached the depths of that first all-consuming attempt, his thrusts were relentless. A torrent of saliva and pre-cum leaked out between my lips and the shaft of his cock, I gasped for air whenever I could and my whole world revolved around this impossibly perfect specimen of masculinity.
My pussy ached for attention and I reached between my legs with one hand, feeling for myself just how ruined my panties were. If I wrung them out, they’d have dripped by this stage. They slid against my folds when I touched myself through the material as if there was no such thing as friction.
I slipped my hand under the elastic at the front of my panties and moaned on Jason’s cock when my finger brushed against my clit, then along the length of my pussy. A faint sensation like an itch being scratched seemed to spread out between my clit and the bottom of my stomach with every movement of my finger.
It wasn’t hard to decipher what that feeling meant. That was the promise of the most intense orgasm of my life waiting to happen. An orgasm with the guy I’d lusted after since forever.
I moaned on his cock again as the car took a turn to t
he right, forcing his cock all the way down my throat again as I lost my balance a little. With my lips once more touching his zip, I kept it there and circled my clit with my well-lubricated finger while the sensation at the pit of my stomach grew with every passing moment.
I held his cock deep in my throat for as long as I could, until my face must have been bright red and a brown fog was encroaching at the edge of my vision, then pulled back so I could breathe. After another turn, the road suddenly became bumpy, causing his hard length to randomly thrust up into my mouth several times as he drove.
After a couple minutes of this, the car skidded to a halt and Jason turned the key off. Pulling on my hair, he brought me high enough to see out of the windows for the first time in half an hour.
Instead of some safehouse, we were in the middle of the woods at the side of some abandoned back road. He unclipped his seatbelt and climbed into the back seat, dragging me with him. With his free hand, he knocked one of the bags of money into the rear passenger’s foot well, then paused.
I looked up at him, one hand still on his cock as I flicked the suspenders off his pants one by one. So much more convenient than a belt under the circumstances.
Jason reached into the bag and pulled out some bundles of notes, then ripped the bands holding them together to make it rain money on me. This was the kind of weather a girl could get used to.
“I know you’ve never been fucked on pile of cash before,” said Jason, stating the obvious.
The money took up a lot more room like this, making the five-figure sum from that bag look like six figures. I ran my hand through it and then lifted one leg up and moved it to the Jason’s other side so he was between my thighs.
My dress rode up, and I saw Jason’s eyes dip to see what was no doubt a pair of white panties plastered to my folds and probably see-through by now. I leaned back into the makeshift bed of cash, then shuffled even closer to him so my head wasn’t propped up uncomfortably against the door.
