Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
King
Along moan eases out of her as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. My hands squeeze her thighs. My cock throbs in my black boxer briefs. Her pussy clenches against my chin, and I growl into the drenched heat between her legs.
“Good girl,” I say.
Her back arches. “Yes. Tell me I’m your good girl.”
I ease two fingers inside her. “You’re my good girl. You’re my filthy, naughty little plaything too. Now come for me, my beauty.”
My fingers stroke that sensitive place inside her, and she grips the sheets as her thighs begin to quiver. I smile against her mound and give it a loving nip before battering her clit with the tip of my tongue. She jerks against my face, and her cunt clenches like a heartbeat around my fingers.
“I’m coming,” she whispers. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
A sweeter sound and a more glorious taste I’ve never experienced. There is no finer dining than this. I’d request she receive her Michelin Stars, but that would require me to share her. I’ve no mind to do any such thing.
Maybe not ever again.
But that’s just my selfish mind talking.
My brutish mind. I want to keep her all to myself, like a toy on a shelf that I pull down when I’m bored.
It’s too bad that other side of me also exists.
That kinder side that she alone brings forth.
It’s too bad that I care about her too much to hurt her in that way.
I must only allow myself to use her in this way, for this brief moment.
She relaxes with a heavy sigh, and I pull my fingers from her and kiss my way up her body. I don’t stop when I reach her neck, and that only makes her squirm. It’s too close to her mouth.
I smirk against her skin. “Relax. I won’t kiss you. Not on those lips, at least.”
“Don’t ruin my high,” she whispers as she strokes my hair. “Don’t you want to fuck me? Beats the hell out of talking.”
“Who said I was done eating?” I raise my eyebrow and peer down at her. “It’s my favorite flavor, after all, and I’ve gone so long without it.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Mine and mine alone.” I kiss her neck. “I am a fool. I apologize.” I kiss her neck again. “I won’t be changing my spots, the leopard that I am, but I am terribly sorry, all the same.” I nip her skin, and her muscles quiver. “I’ve got an idea. That is . . . if you’re agreeable.”
She rocks her pussy against my hand. “I usually am.”
I smirk against her skin before I sit up and lick my fingers clean. Then I go to the closet for one of my silk ties. Thinking better of it, I end up grabbing more than one tie. My plan involves blindfolding her, but tying her up could prove fun as well.
As I’m pulling down a few more ties, a small cardboard box comes loose from the top shelf and lands at my feet. Letters and photographs spill over my toes, and I glance at Josie to see if she’s noticed.
She lies back, eyes closed as she waits for my return.
I kneel and stuff the items into the box, then shove it back into its hiding place on the top shelf. This time, I’m careful to put something in front of it that won’t get snatched down anytime soon. I opt for those silly orange vests.
“First you have to let me blindfold you,” I say as I join her on the bed. “Then I’m going to tie you up.”
“King-ky,” she says with a wiggle of her shoulders. She holds up her wrists.
I shake my head and smile down at her. Then I glance from her feet to the bar over our heads.
She bites her lip. “King-kier!”
Something’s been on her mind, and I’m glad to see her cheering up a bit at the thought of more pleasure. She plans to hang out with the girls tonight, sans me, so she might be nervous about that. She never was very good at making friends.
They’re already so fond of her, though, and why wouldn’t they be? She has nothing to worry about.
But I’m happy to keep her mind occupied anyway.
I stand and wrap the first strip of silk fabric around her ankle.
Then I create a small chain, which I tie to the rod overhead.
This leaves enough slack that her ass isn’t raised off the mattress.
I secure the last bit around a handle in the roof.
This will keep the tie in place on the rod, which will prevent her from closing her legs.
Once I’ve secured her other ankle, I fasten the last tie over her eyes. I’m practically giddy with excitement as I rise and look down at her.
“Instead of playing your stuffed penis game, we’re going to play the stuffed Josie game,” I say.
“I like the sound of that.”
“You haven’t heard the rules yet,” I say with a smirk. “I’m going to stuff you with random objects around the RV, and you’re going to guess what I’ve used.”
“That sounds less fun.”
I grab her hairbrush from the bathroom. “Just give it a shot. You might find something you enjoy. Here’s the first item.”
After spitting on it to get it ready for her, I slide it inside her. She moves her hips in a tight circle, then smiles.
“You’ll have to make it more difficult than that. I’ve used the handle of that hairbrush in desperate times before.”
“Good grief, you really are insatiable, aren’t you?” I ease it out of her. “I’ll have to think outside the box.”
“Yeah, good luck finding something I haven’t rammed inside myself.”
I stand upright and glance around the RV. My gaze lands on the large bag of marshmallows. They aren’t at all firm, and she’d never get any pleasure out of these things, so I doubt she’ll figure it out. Using a pair of scissors, I open the bag and pull out a handful.
I press one of the puffy white cylinders against her slit. Her lips purse as she considers what this could be.
“Is that a makeup sponge? Kind of don’t want foundation down there.”
I smirk to myself. I’ve got the little minx.
“Try again,” I say as I shove one inside her.
Her brow furrows. “I have no idea. Can I get a clue?”
I push a second marshmallow inside her.
“Oh. There’s more than one.” She nibbles her lip as I push a third into her. “There are lots of them, apparently, but shoving more inside me isn’t helping.”
“So you don’t want s’more?” I cover my mouth to muffle my laughter.
“You didn’t!” She tries to pull her legs together, but the ties around her ankles prevent it. “King! Those were supposed to be for the thing with the girls! They don’t want to eat coochie-marinated marshmallows.”
I push another one inside her as she struggles against the restraints. Her hands reach toward the mess, but I swat her fingers away.
“We’ll pop to the shops and get more. Now stop squirming and let me see how many more you can fit in there.”
She doesn’t protest as I cram more of the puffy white objects into her tight little pussy. By the time I’ve shoved the eighth one in there, they’re practically popping out again. I bend and give the one bulging out of her a quick lick. My eyes close as her sweetness mixes with the sticky blob.
“Fuck s’mores,” I say. “We should make some Cunt Crispies with these marshmallows.”
“We totally should do something with them, but only if you add your own special ingredient as well.” She raises her hips, begging for something more. “Fuck me while I’m filled, and then we’ll save the mess to make something special.”
I give her pussy another lick. “Fucking filthy. I’m in.”
The thought of eating my own essence doesn’t appall me as much as it should. Quite the opposite, actually. It’s something I’ve never tried, and I’m keen to go through with it. It’s disgusting and taboo, which makes it right up our alley.
I strip and line myself up against her chubby bunny. Her toes curl in anticipation, and her hands go toward her breasts. My cock jerks as she arches her back and pinches her nipples.
“My beauty,” I breathe. “No one has ever let me explore the way you do. You are fantasy fulfillment in the flesh.”
“Sounds like someone is in danger of falling in love,” she says.
She’s correct. More correct than she realizes. And I’m too crazed with lust to save myself.
I push into her, and she grits her teeth and sucks in a breath. Her hands grip the sheets, and her back arches again.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full.”
The resistance, the way the marshmallows surround and grip my cock with each pulse of her cunt, is too heavenly. My eyes close, and I grit my teeth when I push forward again. I run my hands down her calves flung into the air. She moans and squeezes her breasts.
“Is it cheating if I imagine I’m getting DP-ed by you and the marshmallow man?” She moans again.
“Only if he’s fucking you better than I am,” I say with a smirk.
Her breasts rock with the motion. “No one fucks me better than you.”
“Now who’s at risk of falling in love?”
I drop my hand to her clit and run circles over that sensitive bundle of nerves until her thighs shake hard enough to rattle the rod above her. Her pussy smashes the sticky mess around my cock, and I’m fighting with everything I am to stop myself from coming. I want to enjoy her while I still can.
California is just over the hill, only a few days away. Then everything will end.
“What’s wrong?” Josie asks as she comes down from her orgasm. “You look like you’re thinking about anything other than what’s in front of you. Not exactly great for my self-esteem.”
“Trying to hold off a bit longer. That’s difficult when you’re the definition of perfection.” I squeeze her thigh. “Ready to make a mess?”
She nods up at me, and I fuck her harder. The heat and pleasure between her legs slickens the fluff, and there will be no holding back. My hips stutter, and I grunt as I press myself deep inside her. Come jets from my cock, filling her even more. Something warm and wet oozes down my balls.
Not wanting to waste a drop, I push my hand between us as I ease out of her.
I catch anything that slips out and push it back inside.
With my other hand, I grab the bag of marshmallows.
Then I hold it under her and instruct her to let loose.
With a grunt, she pushes the mess into the bag.
It’s the most beautiful disaster I’ve ever seen.
I drop my mouth to her pussy and clean up the remnants before I untie her legs. Her feet drop to the mattress, and she sits up and touches the sticky residue still clinging to her pussy lips. Her fingertips come away covered in goop.
“I’ll need at least thirty minutes in the shower to irrigate myself again. I really need to stop shoving weird shit in my snatch.”
I lean forward and suck her fingers into my mouth. “Were you serious about making something with those forbidden marshmallows?”
“Of course I was. But right now, I just want to feel clean again.”
I pull her against me, stopping myself before I kiss her. She doesn’t turn her head, though. Is it because she trusts me, or because she wants me to keep going?
I lean a little closer, and she turns her face away.
My lips brush her cheek, and I nip her ear. “I never want you to feel clean again. You’re filthy, just the way I want you.”
Her head turns back, and her lips rest millimeters from my mouth. Her eyes search mine.
“And what about what I want?” she whispers, and her breath brushes against my soul.
How is a near-kiss more sensual than an actual kiss? My dick threatens to harden again.
“Who am I kidding?” she says, her voice still breathy. “I think we both want the same thing.”
Before I can risk it all and close the last cusp of space between us, she backs away and goes to the closet to gather her things. As she exits the RV, it feels like she takes part of me with her.
I find myself . . . missing her.
How horrible.
I really need to focus on something else. Like how I’ll get Blayne to admit that he fucked Charity. I’m almost certain he’s our culprit, but I have no proof. Just an idea.
While Josie showers, I throw on a t-shirt and some cargo shorts. My plan needs to go into action tonight. I’ll clue Josie in while we’re at the store.
After all, I’m not only running out of time with Josie. I’m running out of time to assist Ice Pick as well. If I don’t help him before the last day, I won’t be able to help at all.
There is no way the Carter children will let me walk out of this retreat with my life, and I don’t blame them. I just want to make sure I tie up all of my loose ends before I go. If I have my way, the Ice Pick ends will be tied up in a bow before we leave Arizona.