Chapter 2 #2
I grip her hips and urge her to ride me harder. I know what she needs in this position, and it’s totally up to her to get there. I’m just providing the cock.
“I’m so close,” she moans, and I reach up to pinch her nipples.
Her face contorts as the pain zips through her breasts and travels straight to her clenching pussy. Administering the pain helps me as well, causing my dick to jerk inside her as I edge closer to release.
“Fuck, I’m coming. Don’t stop.” Her movements lose any rhythm as she gives herself carpet burn on my pubic hair. Her pussy grips my dick in an iron fist, and I keep pinching the fuck out of her nipples to keep her there.
If it’s a good one, maybe she’ll let us both off the tracks, because I really don’t think I can get off right now. Not when the train is so close that I can hear it. The whistle wails in the distance, drawing closer with every panting breath we take.
Rayna collapses against my chest. I move to sit up, but she pushes me down again.
“We have to get off the tracks,” I say, but when I try to ease her off me, she pushes down on my lap.
“No, I’m not getting off the tracks until you get off!” She settles her weight again. “Now fucking fill me!”
“You’re insane, bones!”
“And you love it.” She rocks her hips, forcing my dick to harden inside her.
I can’t fucking help it. This is what she does to me.
I try to forget there’s a train coming as I focus on the warm heat squeezing my dick.
The vibrations are stronger now. They’re so strong, in fact, that my teeth buzz in my skull whenever my head touches the track.
But she won’t let me go until I’ve spilled what she’s working so hard to pull out of me.
“Hurry, baby,” she whispers in my ear. “We’re running out of time.”
Does she think I don’t realize that? Does she think she’s helping?
Maybe she is, because with the risk of imminent death coming at high speeds toward us, I fill her pussy.
My eyes are glued to that distant space on the tracks, but my entire focus is on the place where I empty my soul into hers.
The moment I finish, I throw her off me and grab her to haul her off the tracks. The train is pretty much here.
The metal monster breaks through the trees, moving deceptively slow.
Again, it’s all a trick of the eyes. It’s probably going fast enough to dislocate every bone in our bodies.
It’s close enough to see the conductor’s terrified eyes as he spots the tiny naked people stumbling over the ties, and that’s too close for comfort.
We stumble to safety, but Rayna and I turn and make the same realization as the train is practically upon us. Raul and Van Gogh still huddle among our clothes on the tracks.
I grab Rayna’s waist to stop her from bolting for her beloved friends.
“Let me go!” she screams, and I strain to hold the flailing woman in my grasp.
Her feet fly, and she lands a kick to my nuts. Unable to stay upright, I drop to the ground and lose my grip. Rayna dives onto the tracks and grips her squirrel and beloved butt plug. Then she’s lost in a rush of wind and metal.
“Rayna, no!”
I can’t take a breath. I’m literally suffocating on nothing more than incomprehensible anguish.
I cannot survive without Rayna, and I don’t think she got out of the way in time.
If she’s on the other side of that train, I can’t hear her.
Even if she’s screaming in pain, the roar of the train is too loud for any other sound to filter through.
The train is short, but hours seem to pass as I wait for the graffiti-laden cars to end. When the last one clears my line of sight, I finally breathe a sigh of relief. Rayna is seated on the other side, her squirrel and butt plug clutched firmly to her bare chest.
“I’m okay!” she says with a smile and a wave of her hand.
I rush to her side and check her over, but the only wound I find is the one she made herself on her tongue.
“I said I’m okay,” she huffs.
“Don’t you ever do that again, Rayna. I was about to sit on these tracks until the next train barreled through here and took me with it. There’s no life for me without you.”
“I’m sorry.” She stands on tiptoes and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
“You aren’t, though. You’d do it all over again for that fucking squirrel.”
“Aw, are you jealous?”
“Jealous?” My eyes widen. “More like incredibly fucking concerned. You can’t throw your life away for a squirrel, bones. And a dead squirrel, at that!”
“You’re not as cute as Van Gogh, but . . . I guess I would save you too.” She skips over the tracks, grabs our clothes, and tosses them to me.
“Brat,” I whisper. “Now get dressed before I have to kill someone for looking at your naked body.”
Her eyes light up. “Does that mean we can kill again?”
I sigh and begin dressing. She really is having a hard time with this patience thing.
“Just a few more days until we’re in Florida. Let that be enough for now,” I say.
She groans and pulls her shirt over her head. “I guess it’s nice to have something to look forward to. Like playing with Raul.” She wiggles the butt plug toward my face.
Yeah. I’m kind of looking forward to what happens next with Rayna, too. It’s always something with her.