Her eyes roll up in her head as she comes in my arms, her orgasm rising up and taking her in a way that makes me want to roar in pleasure. It’s been a while since I took a woman, but with everyone before her it was always about me, my pleasure, me taking what I want. This . . . this is different. With Bea I want to give pleasure, make her whimper, make her wail, make her come again and again until she can’t take any more. And then I’ll give her more.
I’m still pushing into her as she thrashes against the wall, but now I’ve slowed down into a powerful, deep-driving rhythm, my fingers caressing her sides, digging into her hips, clutching at her love-handles as I feel my cock seek out every inch of her secret space, like I’m claiming her from the inside. I lick her neck, kiss her cheeks, push my tongue into her mouth and taste her with a hunger that makes me growl. My balls are tightening, but I flex my cock as if I want to hold back, prolong this moment, make this last forever. I already feel my semen rising up along my shaft, like my body is yearning to pour its seed into my mate, fill her until she overflows, do what it was born to do.
“Oh, shit, Brick, I’m still coming,” she whimpers as she breaks from the kiss and leans her head back, her eyes closed tight, her mouth twisted in a grimace of pure ecstasy. “How can I still be . . . oh, God!”
The sound of the pleasure in her voice drives me close to madness, and I pull out of her and drop to my knees again, jamming my face between her legs and opening my mouth wide, breathing deep from her sex, swallowing like I want to drink from her, want her inside me just like I want to be inside her. She’s grinding her hips into my face, coming all over my lips, coating my stubble with her juices, almost suffocating me as she clamps her thick thighs tight around my head.
I hold my face there for a long moment, feeling Bea’s climax finally shatter and begin to wind down. My own need is rising like the swell of the ocean, and I’m so far gone I couldn’t remember where I was if I tried. With a gasp I pull my face out from between her legs, feeling her tangy sweetness on my tongue, licking my lips to get more of her taste inside me. Through my blurred vision I see her beautiful slit laid bare before me, red and clean, smiling like a red crescent moon though her wet pubic curls. I rub her thighs again and turn her around, groaning as I firmly grasp her big round ass, squeeze her smooth buttocks, marveling at how perfectly her rear globes fit in my big paws. Before I know it my face is in there, right between her buttcheeks as I spread her from behind. Then I’m licking her rear pucker like a goddamn animal, and I feel her tense up in shock.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her voice trembling as I circle her clean dark rim with my tongue. “Oh, God, Brick. That feels . . . it feels so . . . so . . .”
“I want to own every part of you,” I mutter, pulling my face away and staring at her beautiful rear pucker glistening with my saliva. Then I reach one hand beneath her and finger her pussy, slowly massaging her asshole with my other thumb, teasing her as I feel my cock throb so hard it’s bouncing up and down on its own. I rub her mound roughly from beneath, slowly pushing the thumb of my other hand into her rear until she relaxes, pushes her ass up, and with a shuddering moan comes again.
“There we go,” I whisper as she convulses against the wall, her fingers clawing at the exposed stone, her head half-turned, eyes wide and delirious like she’s shocked I made her come like that, from doing what I’m doing.
And I want to do it. I want to own her in every fucking way. But I’m not going to take her there. My body won’t allow it. Not today. I need to put my seed where it belongs.
Just a little while more, I think as my balls tighten again. I know that the moment I push myself back into her I’m going to come like a goddamn stallion, come so hard I might damn well pass out. Slowly I rise to my feet, sliding my arms around Bea’s waist and turning her, fingering her slit again as I grasp my heavy cock with my other hand.
Then I feel Bea’s fingers intertwined with mine, and I groan as I see that she’s looking down between my legs, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She wants to touch me, I realize. All right.
I nod as I take my hand away, gritting my teeth as Bea’s soft hands stroke me until I almost blast my load right at her. But I clench my balls and hold on, nodding as Bea slowly goes down to her knees.
“I want to . . .” she whispers as she brings her red lips close to my oozing cockhead. “Brick, I want to . . .”
“Go on,” I growl down at her, nodding as I slowly slide my fingers through her hair until I’m holding her head firmly. She looks exquisite from this angle, her boobs hanging off to either side, her thighs spread wide. I know she wants me to come inside her, but she also wants to taste me. Just like I needed to taste her, she needs to taste me. It’s filthy, but the need is so raw that it feels pure, natural, goddamn perfect.
“Oh, fuck, that’s perfect, Bea,” I groan as she slowly takes me into her mouth, her lips dragging along my throbbing shaft, her tongue rolling against my sensitive tip. “You’re perfect. Just perfect.”
My grip on her head tightens as she begins to suck me, and soon I’m pumping into her, feeling her throat open as she takes me in a way that makes me feel . . . loved. Loved?
Yes, loved.
Loved like I’ve never been loved.
Loved like it’s the first time.
Loved like it’s forever.
11
BEA
It feels like love, I think as I close my eyes and take Brick into my mouth. My body is still humming from the way he just made me come . . . come in the most filthy way possible. I’ve never let a man touch me there. Even the thought of it was a non-starter for me. But Brick did it with what I know is love, like he wanted to taste every part of me, like he wants to know all my secrets, possess my body and my soul and everything in between.
And I want to feel every part of him in every part of me, I think as I open my throat and suck him hard, taking his massive cock so far into my mouth I can feel his heavy balls press against my chin. His musk smells clean and thick, like a man. Like my man.
My pussy clenches I feel Brick grip my head and begin to thrust, and I know he’s going to come soon. A part of me wants to feel him explode against the back of my throat, wants to swallow his heat as he roars at the way I’m pleasuring him. But there’s a deeper part of me that yearns to take his seed, is desperate to take his seed, needs to have him put his seed where it belongs. It sounds like madness, and perhaps it is. But hell, all of this is madness, isn’t it? In fact it’s so crazy it’s almost planned! Is that how fate works?
I smile as I feel that confidence return, a sense that this is all about us, just the universe playing a love song with our lives. But then I hear a sound outside the door, and suddenly fear whips through me as I remember in a flash where we are, what’s happening in our lives, that we’re in danger, that we might be dead in a few hours!
Brick hears it too, and suddenly he pulls out of my mouth, a long trail of saliva and pre-cum still connecting his cock to my lower lip as I sit there on my knees. Incredibly the fear hasn’t killed my arousal, and when I feel my pussy clench again, I realize that the urgency has actually increased my need!
One look at Brick and I know he’s feeling the same way. The real world can wait. This is about us, about our union. Whatever’s happening outside that door isn’t going to stop us, can’t stop us, won’t stop us.
The doorknob is moving like someone’s about to push it open, and I blink as I desperately look for my clothes in the dark. I’m about to just crawl into a corner, hunch into a ball, and cover myself as best I can; but then Brick just shakes his head and points.
I stare as Brick, naked and magnificent, cock hard and bouncing, strides over to a wooden chair against the far wall. He grabs the chair, and a moment later he’s jammed the back of the chair against the doorknob so whoever it is can’t come inside. Then he turns and looks at me, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tigh
t, every muscle in his body flexed, his cock standing straight up. I know what he’s asking. I know what he’s saying. I know what he wants.
And I want it too.
Slowly I get to my feet, standing as straight as I can, upright and naked. I brush a strand of hair from my face and clear my throat. There’s a hint of self-consciousness as I see Brick’s gaze drop to that dark space between my legs, but I manage to smile and let him look, let him look at his woman. I’ve never done that for a man, let him gaze at my naked body like that. But Brick isn’t any man. He’s my man. He’s my forever.
“What?” I say, blinking as I meet his gaze.
He takes a step towards me, and I blink again as I hear the men outside the door.
“We can’t!” I whisper, taking a step back even though I’m hot for him, wet for him, the danger making my arousal soar in a way I didn’t think would happen. “They’ll hear us, Brick!”
“No, they won’t,” says Brick, moving closer, faster, gripping me by the hips, his hands moving around to my ass. “Up you go.”
I gasp as Brick grabs me from my ass and thighs and lifts me up, right off my feet, carrying me like I’m light as a feather! I almost squeal in surprise, but then gasp again when he puts me down on top of the dryer that’s in the far corner of the laundry room.
The cool metal of the dryer makes me jump, but Brick reaches past me and flips the dial and turns it on, filling the room with noise as the vibrations make my body shiver in the most wonderful way.
Then Brick is up against me, pushing me backwards as the dryer heats up beneath my ass as if he’s turned it to full-power, high-heat, super-cycle. A moment later he’s sucking my boobs, pinching my nipples, spreading my thighs until I just give in and part my legs.
He pauses for a moment, his cock standing straight out over my mound, balls full and heavy between his legs. I can feel my slit open wide for him, wet and ready, ready to take him, take all of him.
“This is sick,” I mutter as I know what’s about to happen. “We can’t, Brick. We . . . we . . . we . . . oh, Brick. Oh, Brick!”
He drives his ramrod-straight cock right into me without another word, and I arch my neck back at the sensation of my cunt being filled so fast, so deep, so hard. I’ve had sex before, but I swear this feels like I’m being taken for the first time, being opened up for the first time, being entered for the first time.
The dryer is hot below my naked ass, its roar filling the room with white noise that drowns out every other sound. Suddenly it feels like we’re alone again, like it’s just the two of us, like this is our goddamn story and everyone else is just gonna have to wait! I feel myself losing my grip on reality, and although I panic for a moment, the fear is gone as I feel Brick’s warmth, feel his protection, feel his love.
And so I just close my eyes, wrap my legs tight around his muscular ass, and let him take me, let him have him, let him love me.
12
BRICK
I come so hard the world just goes black around me, and I shout as my balls seize up and deliver a load so big into Bea that I wonder if they emptied on the first shot. I hear her scream too, but the sound of the dryer drowns us out, and so I keep pumping into her as I roar, as she howls, as I blast load after load into her warm depths, feeling her tight pussy milking my cock like it’s coaxing every last drop out of me.
“Oh, God, Bea,” I gasp, blinking wildly as I feel her fingernails tear into my back, her heels dig into my ass, her thighs clamp tight on my hips as I ram into her so hard the dryer is rocking back and forth. “Oh, fuck!”
She’s coming again too, I know, and I groan as I feel her wetness flow down my shaft, coating my balls as they seize up again and pour more of my semen into her. Soon she’s overflowing down my cock, but I can’t stop. I just shake my head and keep thrusting as she screams and thrashes, pouring more of my seed into her as if this is for keeps, the first time and the last time, always and forever in one moment.
This moment.
Our moment.
13
BEA
This is our moment, I think as I feel Brick explode inside me with such force that I almost black out. I can’t see, I can barely breathe, and it feels like the whole world just exploded alongside. But at the bottom of it all there’s a calmness, a rock-solid foundation to the chaos of what’s happening, and as I let my orgasm wash over me even as my man pumps and thrusts, filling me with his seed in the most perfect way, I know that everything we’ve felt over the past day has been real.
“It’s real, Brick,” I whisper as he arches his body back and pushes the last of his load into me as my pussy tightens around his mast like it’s squeezing everything out of him. “It’s all real. It’s all perfect.”
Brick looks at me with glazed eyes, his smile slowly breaking as beads of sweat roll down his forehead from how hard he’s been fucking me. The dryer is still bumping and whirring beneath me, warming me even as it rocks me back and forth. Brick is still inside me, and he holds himself there for a long time as we look into each other eyes.
Then suddenly the dryer stops and there’s dead silence in the little laundry room. I hold my breath and look past Brick’s shoulder towards the door. Nothing. No movement. No sound.
“Maybe they’ve gone,” I say with a giggle, not sure why this feels so weirdly funny. Perhaps I have gone insane. Maybe the stress caused a psychotic break, and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in a lunatic asylum, wearing floral gowns and wistfully telling my fellow mental patients about the love of my life from years ago as the doctors smile and shake their heads in pity.
“Yeah, right,” says Brick, slowly pulling out of me like he doesn’t want to return to reality either. “Come on. Let’s find your clothes. If those assholes break in here and see you like this, I swear I’ll kill them with my bare hands.”
I giggle again, this time at how Brick’s face clouds over with anger at the thought of someone else seeing me naked. His possessiveness makes me feel loved, even though I know it’s lame and silly. But I can’t help it.
“No, you won’t. You’re not some dumb animal,” I tease, still sitting on the dryer as Brick parades around naked, squinting in the dark as he looks for my clothes.
I see him flinch at the word “dumb,” and I tense up. “That’s not what I meant,” I say quickly. “That you’re dumb. I mean you’re not dumb! I mean—”
I feel my panties come flying across the room, landing smack against my mouth as I squeal in surprise. I pull them away and hold them up, raising an eyebrow at Brick as he stands there naked, hands on his hips, long cock hanging down, a cocky grin on his face from how my panties are ripped down the middle.
“I take it back,” I say with a sigh. “You are an animal. Now I’m going to be a hostage without panties?”
“You’re not going to be a hostage at all,” he says, his grin fading as he reaches for his own clothes. “You aren’t leaving my side, Bea. I don’t give a fuck what those guys threaten to do to me.”
“Speaking of those guys,” I say as I slip off the dryer and pick up my skirt. “Where are they? I don’t hear anything outside the door.”
Brick slowly goes to the door and listens. Then he shakes his head. “Dead calm outside.” Then he glances up at the wooden ceiling and frowns. I listen, and sure enough, I hear the creaking of footsteps.
“They’re upstairs,” I say, exhaling as I put my skirt and blouse back on. It’s only after I take a couple of breaths that I realize how tense I was. “What’s the time?”
Brick glances at his watch and grunts. “We got plenty of time.” He’s got his pants on now, and is putting his equipment belt back on. They’ve taken his gun and radio, of course, but he smiles as he pulls something out and holds it up. “Hey! We got light!” he says, flicking on the flashlight and shining it right into my eyes.
“OK, don’t do that!” I say, shieldi
ng my face and turning from the bright light. I open my eyes when he shines it away from me, and as the beam illuminates the little room, I see something in the corner. “Hey, what’s that?”
Brick shines the light over in that direction and grunts again. “It’s a book. I hate books.”
I turn and look over at him. My immediate reaction is to get annoyed, but then I just laugh. Of course he hates books. Books are what made him think he was dumb. And of course fate has put the two of us together: A librarian and a dyslexic.
“Well, I love books, and you’re going to love them too,” I say, walking over and bending down to pick up the book. I feel Brick point the flashlight right at my ass as my skirt rides up, and I quickly stand back up and turn to him with a fake frown on my face. “OK, that’s just juvenile,” I say as Brick gives me a wolfish grin and then focuses the flashlight on my boobs, which are loose and heavy since this beast ripped my bra in two as well. “You know, if you’re going to act like a child, then I’m going to treat you like a child. Come here. Sit.”
He frowns as I point at a spot on the floor. Then he sighs and sits, crossing his legs and leaning against the wall. I sit down in front of him, my back toward him. Then I slowly lean back into his body, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop me as he pulls me close. He kisses my hair, and I reach up and guide his hand to where I want it.
“Right there,” I say, making him position the flashlight just right as I hold the book up. I feel him tense up, but he does what I ask.
I glance at the cover of the book. It isn’t a kid’s book after all, and I blink as I read the title. It’s called The Bridge Across Forever, and I get that strange feeling of familiarity, déjà vu of something you’ve never experienced before.
And then, even though I know we’re hostages, our lives in danger, our deaths perhaps just hours away, I lower my voice and start to read. I read to him. To my man. To my love. To my forever.
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