Chapter 18 #2
I’d been surprised to find Chase hard. I can tell myself I expected the booze to affect him, that he’d be suffering from whiskey dick, leaving him limp as a noodle. Of course, then I can excuse what happened by saying that I was drunk, too.
But I wasn’t drunk. Neither was Chase. We were buzzed, sure, but when I kissed him…
when he lifted my shirt over my head, his hands going right for my boobs…
when I shoved him back on the couch and unzipped his jeans, tugging his erection out, knowing that I would die if I didn’t shuck my own jeans and slip him inside of me, I was fully aware what I was doing.
I wanted to do it.
I wanted Chase.
I want him now.
True, fucking Chase with Darryl as an audience isn’t ideal. But it’s not like I’m being forced to do something I wouldn’t—or haven’t.
“See? I knew she’d be into it once she got your hands on you.”
Shut up, Darryl. Just shut the fuck up.
He doesn’t.
“Bring her over to the bed. A man takes his woman, boy. Get her beneath you and show her who owns her now.”
Chase freezes. It’s all happening so fast, and if he gets on top of me, it’ll be easy for him to convince himself that I didn’t want this. That he forced me.
There’s no time to explain to Chase that, dubious as it is as we’re under duress, I’m giving him my consent.
The closest thing I can do is offer, “I’ll ride him.”
If only.
Darryl shakes his head. “That’s not how it’s done in East Jersey. If he wants to submit to a pussy when the two of you are in your own room, fine. But if I’m here to witness this union, he’s gotta show me he can handle you. Not the other way around.”
And I get it. I finally get it.
It’s not that we’re his very own sex video brought to life. With the death of television and the internet, there wasn’t any porn left unless you were a freak with a hard drive full of the stuff.
It’s control. He’s getting off on forcing Chase to fuck me.
He doesn’t have any idea we have history, that Chase was my twin’s true love, and that I have fucked him before.
To the cruel ruler of this settlement, I’m a woman under his control, Chase is the stranger who brought an antidote to his people, and now I’m his reward.
Whether I’m attracted to him or not… it doesn’t matter.
If Coney had won me, he’d already have me flat on my back, working his dick inside of me—or worse.
What if Darryl doesn’t just want to watch? What if he wants a turn? What if Chase hesitates and the bastard decides to go show him how it’s done?
I press my mouth to his ear. “Please, Chase. Just do it. It’s okay.”
Chase gulps. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he mutters under his breath.
“You won’t. You can’t.”
I believe that with everything I am.
To prove my point, I lead him to the bed. It takes a second to figure out how to get me on the bed under him without snagging the handcuffs, but once I do, I sprawl out on the bed and hold my breath.
Chase adjusts his position. He gets into the bed next, but instead of climbing on top of me, he shimmies down until the upper half of his body is wedged between my open legs.
He throws my boot-covered feet over his shoulders, placing his face inches away from my pussy as he slides my bikini bottom to the side, baring me to him.
I lift up on my elbows. “What?”
“I will always make sure my wife is pleasured and relaxed. When she’s ready for me to fuck her, then I’ll fuck her.”
It’s another gamble. Will Darryl think that Chase is submitting to pussy by going down on me or will that add to his perverse level of excitement?
For a moment, Darryl thinks about it. But Chase… he doesn’t ask for permission. He just dips his head, burying his face in my pussy, licking me so intently, I actually do forget about Darryl for a moment.
Chase is no selfish lover. He meant what he said, and he works hard to get me to focus on him and his tongue instead of the creep watching us, giving him commentary.
“Yeah. That’s right. Fuck her with your tongue. Get her nice and wet so she can take you.”
I find Chase’s head, gripping his hair in my hands. Grinding my pussy against his face, I pant softly, enjoying the way he does just that. He slips the tip of his tongue inside of me, gathering the moisture, swallowing it with a rumbled growl.
The penetration helps, and so do the vibrations, but when Chase sucks my clit into the heat of his mouth, nothing on Earth could stop me from coming all over his face.
Only once my legs stop shaking does he disentangle himself from the death grip I had on his head. A small satisfied smile crosses his shiny face as he moves up, kissing me while I’m still panting from the climax he gave me.
As he kisses me, he lines our bodies up.
He slides the head of his dick up and down my slit.
I know what he’s doing. He’s making sure that giving me oral was enough to prep my body to take him.
Fucking me dry would only make this so much worse, but how the hell can he expect me to be aroused with Darryl right there?
Because he’s Chase. That’s it. Because it’s Chase, and there isn’t anyone else I would trust in a life-or-death situation like this.
“It’s okay,” I whisper to him. “I promise.”
He nods. His jaw goes tight, a muscle flexing in his cheek. He hates this. As much as I’m sure he would’ve jumped at the chance to sleep with me again, this isn’t what Chase has in mind.
Same.
I never thought I’d have sex with an audience. But it’s not like I haven’t been with him before. He’ll make it quick, I’ll close my eyes and pretend it’s just the two of us, and then we can work on getting the hell out of here.
I’ll close my eyes…
I look up at Chase one last time. Our eyes meet—and we only have a few moments before all hell breaks loose.
Chase was poised on top of me. Our bodies were nearly flush.
He kept himself lifted up on his elbow so that we weren’t quite touching yet, though his erection had brushed against my inner thigh a few times before he was lining us up.
He hadn’t put it in yet, though. He was stalling.
Looking at my face, testing if I really was going to go along with this as though we had any choice, all he needed to do was position his dick at the entrance to my pussy and push.
He already made me come with his mouth. My pussy is slick, my body more relaxed than it was before he engaged in foreplay.
I’d like to lie and say that I’ve forgotten the perv in the corner as Chase prepares to fuck me, but this is going to be a real “close your eyes and take it” moment.
Once we’re done, we can get the hell out of here, and never speak of this again.
At least, that’s my plan.
Maverick, it turns out, had a completely different one.
Later, I’ll wonder if I applaud his perfect timing or if I hold it against him. With Darryl grunting softly, and Chase murmuring for me to keep my eyes on him, only on him, I brace myself as he slides into me, smooth and slow.
I suck in a breath that’s echoed by Chase as he seats himself inside of me. Fuck me, it’s a perfect fit, and as we make that connection, I can forget—if only for a second—why exactly I’ve let him inside me again.
And that’s when it happens.
I don’t know if the door was locked. With Darryl in the room with us, I wouldn’t think so, but it doesn’t matter.
Maverick must’ve kicked it in because, over Chase’s shoulder, I catch the way the door flies in, smashing into the other side of the wall the instant the boom steals my attention from Chase’s dick to the new arrival.
Mav’s boot is still raised, though he lowers it immediately, stalking into the room.
His gun is in his hand. Finger already on the trigger, he turns toward Darryl as the ex-con leaps to his feet, and he shoots it.
With his pants down and his dick out, Darryl drops to the floor.
It was a perfect shot. Maverick must’ve aimed for the forehead because the bullet blasts right through, spraying blood and brain matter all over the wall behind Darryl before he falls, instantly dead.
There is no shock. There is no hesitation. There’s no fucking time for it. Darryl is dead, Mav killed him, and we need to go.
Chase pulls out of me, scrambling to his feet so that he can stand in front of me.
He throws out his free hand, shielding me from view while purposely tucking his hard-on out of sight.
I force myself up and out of the bed, hiding my tits with one arm as I stand.
Reaching down as best I can, viscerally aware of the handcuffs keeping us connected, I adjust my bottoms so that I’m covered there.
I snag the bikini top off the floor, shoving it into my pocket.
Maverick marches toward us, his gun at his side.
His eyes are fixed on a point over my shoulder, careful not to sneak a peak of what I have going on under my jacket.
Tugging it closed, I hurriedly do up the zipper while Chase matches my motion, keeping me covered while respecting the tug of the cuffs.
There. I’ve got my boots on, tits covered, and while my ass might be hanging out, at least the bikini bottoms are hiding most of my bits.
Good.
Now I can kill Maverick—
No. Down, girl. He saved you. If it wasn’t for Maverick, then Darryl might have—
No.
Maverick’s expression is a horrified one as he glances at Chase and his open jeans, then addresses me.
“I didn’t know. Honestly, if I had any idea—” He throws a murderous look at the man he killed. “I just found out. One of the wives told me after he worked her over… I had to do something.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Chase answers for both of us, I guess. Hey, with the handcuffs, it’s like we’re a package deal. “If you hadn’t shown up when you had, who knows what would have happened.”
I know. Deep down in my gut, I know exactly what would have happened.
Darryl would’ve sat there, jerking his cock while he got off on Chase fucking me, and as soon as Chase was done, he would’ve come up with some bullshit story about giving away the bride or something.
I have no doubt in my mind that he would’ve shoved Chase aside, taking his place.
He would’ve fucked me, and stuck in East Jersey, there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do about it.
But Maverick?
He shot the bastard.
He killed him.
And now we’re in his house, with his dead body, and a prison town full of convicts who might not take too kindly to him being dead.
“Oh, no.” It’s not the hole in his forehead or the blood and brains everywhere that has me shaky. Nope. It’s the promise that being raped by Darryl might not have been the worst thing these bastards could do to me. “What do we do?” It’s barely a whisper. “What do we do?”
Chase wraps his hand around my sleeve, tethering me to him even more effectively than the chain. “You’re okay. I promise, baby… you’re okay.”
I want to believe him so badly, it hurts. But then I glance down at Darryl again, and I moan in fear.
“Hey, kid? You okay?”
That’s Maverick. Like his voice is a million miles away, I hear him call my name, but I can’t answer him.
He snaps, “Xandra!”
I shake my head.
Maverick looks dead in my eyes. “We have to go.”
Go. Yes. That’s a good idea. Darryl can’t stop us, and as far as any of the other brutes in East Jersey know, I’m Chase’s “wife” now. There’s nothing keeping me in the prison town as long as I’m with him.
Chase tightens his hold on me. “Will they come after us? If we run, will we be safe?”
Good question.
“East Jersey respects strength. There’s no loyalty here. Half these guys will want to take Darryl’s place. The other half will just think it’s a shame that I took him out before they got the chance. Some of his cronies might want to retaliate, though, but we’ll be long gone before they can.”
Here’s hoping that he’s right.