Chapter 34
KISSING CARS
“Esau says he’s twenty minutes out, and that Rasmus has found something we can check out, but it’s iffy. Quoting Esau there!” Kail yells from behind me. The crackle of his boots slipping on the dirt of the road says he’s heading over.
Acknowledging that I heard, I raise my arm. “’Kay! I’m just saying goodbye to Phyllis!” I bend over my Chevy to kiss her hood. It’s a warm day, so I’ve gone with a short dress. Every so often, a flighty breeze makes me regret my choice.
“Who?”
“My car! The poor thing has barely seen anything of me for days. Esau had better take care of you, baby.” I lay my cheek on her, then give my pink metal girl a reverent kiss.
“Damn, you never say that to me,” Kail growls as he arrives. He puts his hands around my waist, nudging the backs of my legs with his. At the side of my dress, he raises the lower edge then slowly runs his fingertips down my bare skin.
My eyelids flutter closed. “Mmm.”
With Kail murmuring over how sweet my ass looks under the skirt, choosing leggings would’ve been folly. When I try to rise, he presses on the middle of my back to keep me bent over.
“Stay where you are. I need to do…this.” He sneaks his fingers under the crotch of my panties, sliding them forward and along my already wet slit to part my lips. He toys with my entrance hole, circling it, teasing me, dipping in, out, circling, again…again, until he has me softly moaning.
The sounds are intimate—of my breathing and his, the rustle of clothes, the squeak of my thighs dragging over the hood.
One ear is pushed against the car, and I’m shadowed by his body.
Esau. Again, I try to rise. “I hope Esau doesn’t—”
Kail worms two fingers into my pussy. I gasp and my walls clench.
“Stay,” he grates out, sounding on the edge. “Move and I’ll stake you out, here, on the ground, and fuck you for him to watch.”
God. That plays out in my head. A porno with me as the centerpiece. Why is that hot? I give in and flatten myself to the metal. He slaps my ass.
I may have drooled on my car. My pussy again clamps onto his fingers, and he chuckles.
I stay where I am as he begins to open me and turn me on even more. My clit is swelling, my nipples tighten, and the car’s warmth makes it an awesome place to be fucked.
I’ve no argument with his actions, not with him invading me like he is, pulling those fingers out, then sticking them back inside to play a little with his knuckles jammed against thigh and pussy. He leaves them dug in deep but yanks down my soaked panties.
Again, his palm presses into my back.
I register the largeness of that hand and the warm splay of those fingers shifting over my spine as he resumes fingerfucking me, jamming them in and out faster.
“Fuck, Hailey, your cunt is wetter than that lake.”
I wriggle and beg plaintively, “I want you.”
He swears again, and his palm leaves me as he unzips his pants.
I spread my legs a little and wait, throat closing in, preoccupied by the needs of lust, anticipating…
His cock pushes at me, probes.
The head parts my lips, seeking, edging inward… My eyelids flutter, and half my mouth is squashed to the car.
He thrusts into me in one feral drive, and the incoherent sounds I make escalate with each thrust, as he starts to fuck me harder and harder. Sliding on the hood, pinned to it, I’m clutching futilely at the steel.
Then he stops, and I hear him kneel, to bite my hip, my ass, going lower to bite the back of both thighs while he plunges his fingers inside me.
“This pretty cunt is begging to have things stuffed into it.”
I can’t help but wriggle again, and he smacks one ass cheek, making me yelp.
“You’re prettier when red,” he soothes, as he adds a few more slaps that jiggle my ass.
His cock leaves a wet trail on the back of one leg, and his mouth soon follows that trail.
I yelp at a harder bite and flinch aside, which makes him stand and pin me with his body, then shove his dick into me. As he takes his belt from the loops, leather slides and the buckle jingles.
“You’re so close to being fucked in the dirt.”
He wouldn’t dare. “Kail.” I side-eye him as he wraps my wrists in belt and ties them together, knotting the leather, a hard tie that pinches.
“Shhh. Not quite.” He fucks me slowly, making wet sounds, and I feel the slip of my arousal on my thighs. “One more. One more transgression and Esau can watch as I put my cock in you while you cry out for more.” He slams in and groans as our flesh slaps together, then grabs a handful of my hair.
I’m arching already, wanting this as he plows me, kicks apart my legs. It’s wicked and dirty and my legs are trembling, my muscles overcome, my mind swept up in the wildness as he comes apart, and I’m…
I’m panting, still in need, moaning with his come spilling from me as he withdraws.
He turns me over, leaves me laid out, spread on the hood, with my hands trapped. My legs bend at the knee and dangle over the front grille. My toes can only reach the chrome bumper bar.
I flop my head to the side to watch him.
Kail steps away, lecherously voyeuring on my position.
His dick is semi-hard and glistens with the mess we both made.
Then he approaches me with his jeans drooping apart at the front, unzipped, exposing his cock.
His left hand carries the sheathed knife he must have removed from the belt.
He notices the direction of my gaze and plays with the handle.
He watches me, watching his hand, and he slowly unsheathes the blade.
A hush descends, tugs on a thread of my soul—it’s the tiptoe of small fears that arrive uninvited when a knife is flourished near you and you’re helpless to escape, and you think you know them enough to trust them…
Except…do I? He’s a patchwork man, a frankenstruct, and anything might be going on inside him. I could roll aside and fall off the hood, which would help me in exactly zero ways. If he means to do bad things to me…to cut me, I’ve no hope.
“Kail,” I whisper.
Ice trickles through me as he stalks closer, boots crunching on dirt, the knife idle at his side and seemingly forgotten. My nipples, the stupid things, scrunch in, poking into the cloth of the dress. But that’s from fear, isn’t it?
My breaths come faster. I open my mouth.
Should I? “Kail?”
No answer.
Carefully, he lays the knife on the hood beside my hip, metal clicking on metal.
He’s staring along my body, pushing up my dress, past my breasts, gathering it, tucking it high.
I freeze when he picks up the knife and draws the flat of it over the undercurve of each breast, then curves it down to my navel, where the point pokes me, and hints at cutting my belly.
“Did you think I would stab you?”
I lick my lips. “No?”
“Liar. You were thinking it. What if I do. What if… You liked the scare.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now I know.” He winks at me then slaps the inside of my thighs. “Wider.”
I spread them, slowly.
Below, he parts my lips with his hands draped over me at the angle of thigh, with his thumbs sneaking into my entrance. Then he starts to lick.
That fear, that he might do anything, it rolls around. It twists me into a perverted desire, into being an object for him to play with. Obsession, all wrapped up in fear and love and trust.
And his filthy tongue keeps licking, curls over me, slides around my clit.
My breasts rise and fall as I gasp staccato breaths and desire soars.
Clouds and sky drift by, above, observing my seduction.
The naked knife remains, rocking on my stomach. I can see it past my breasts. I’m bared to the world, and under my ass my hands twist in the leather, testing the tie.
That it’s tight, that I can’t escape, and he has me. It’s fucking awesome.
I flop my head back and arch as he buries his face between my legs, inserts his tongue into me. Heat surges, washing through me from clit to breasts to every part of me that screams sex. He returns to merely licking and sucking.
But the knife…where is it?
The cold metal is missing from my skin, but he’s still torturing my overwrought clit with his finger and thumb. I swear at him, whispering, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as that knife is pressed to my cunt and begins to sink inside.
“Take it. Just the hilt, girl. Swallow it into your wet cunt, and I’ll let you come.”
Let me?
The hilt, only the hilt. But still…
He works it in further, starts to play and fuck me with it properly. “Only dirty girls come from knives being stuck in them.”
“Fuck!” I gasp, trembling with need.
“And your cunt’s greedy as fuck.” He thrusts it in another inch, rotates it, pulls it out, almost, then squeezes it in.
“Ohhh. Ffff…” I jam my eyes shut. As he holds it inside me, I’m shaken by a mini climax. I spasm down, feeling the rigidity of this foreign object, and it becomes, somehow, the perfect abomination. That he can do this to me, wants to do it.
I’m panting, struggling to catch enough air, and the knife twists.
“So warped seeing this sticking out of your pretty cunt,” he purrs that, extracts the knife, then swipes my clit with his tongue, then rotates the knife back in. It feels like it slides deep. My walls crush in as he recommences his destruction of my clit with his fingers.
I start to writhe, and he growls, “Don’t. Wriggle and cut me, and I will…”
There’s a threat in there, but he starts alternating, knife fucking with oral, then more knife and telling me how he loves violating me until I’m so…
fucking…close, and I grunt as he drives the knife in again, and my hands tense under me, and I’ve spread my legs wide, keeping away from that blade.
Then he extracts the hilt. My stomach aches from the strain. My legs are shaking.
I’ve stopped breathing.
So close.
There’s slightest touch of his mouth on me, a tongue, just the tip… Then the hand gripping my thigh moves beneath and he puts his thumb, puts it…he slowly pushes it into my asshole, and it stays there, while he keeps…on…tonguing me.
I stiffen as this final filthy invasion of my body blows me over the edge, sends me soaring into a private oblivion. I’m staring at nothing and sucking in air, when I hear a car engine in the distance.
Kail laughs ominously before he moves over me, props his arms to either side, and says, “He’s early.” He kisses my mouth, pulling down my dress as he does so. “I’ll let you go, I guess. Next time, the blade goes inside your cunt?”
“Bastard,” I whisper.
“You have no idea. So close. You came so close to me fucking you with the sharp end.”
I whine as he comes in to kiss me, grinding his mouth on mine.
“Up. Now.”
The relief as he unties me, helps me down, and hides my panties in his pocket is short-lived. I have to duck behind the car and try to look normal and not red-faced, disheveled, and post-orgasmic as Esau drives toward us. Come dribbles down my leg.
Kail already has his phone out, has sat back on the edge of Phyllis where we were only just fucking, and is scrolling as if we’re just out here smelling the flowers. I’m inclined to throw a rock at him.
“I have another text from him, from Esau,” he says. “He wants us to go visit a man and his warehouse. The man Rasmus suspects of importing bodies? He must have a good reason?”
I probably made a grrr noise because he looks up.
“You okay there?” he asks, deadpan, before he cocks an eyebrow. The car pulls up, tires grinding grit. “I’ll go talk to him while you sneak in and shower.”
“Homicide averted,” I tell him. “Just.”
He almost cracks a proper smile before he turns and strides toward the car.