This novel contains graphic sex and violence. It is intended for adults only.
They let me have the shower first, and as soon as I was in there I regretted not making them stop at the mini-mart so I could lift a razor and some good shampoo. But the motel had some tiny bottles of shower gel and it smelled good enough. There was nothing I could do about my legs, but at least I didn’t smell like sweat and hay anymore.
It hurt to put my dirty dress back on, but I didn’t have anything else. I shoved my panties into my pack and figured I’d wash them in the morning and let them dry on me. It wouldn’t be the first time, and in the summer heat it wasn’t even so bad.
I couldn’t justify putting my jacket back on but I wrapped the scarf around my neck again. I wasn’t in the mood for questions.
The sun was down but there was still enough light that they hadn’t turned on the lamps yet. Tyler was sprawled across one of the beds with the pillows piled up behind him and Cody was sitting in one of the two chairs at a small, Formica-topped table near the window. Both were drinking local beer from brown bottles and Cody held one up at me.
He looked me over as I went to take it. It was hard not to feel self-conscious. With Tyler I could tell what he was thinking at least some of the time, but Cody hid everything.
When I took the beer he grinned up at me with all the charm in the world.
“Are you old enough to drink that?”
“Sure, watch,” I said, and took a long swallow. It was cold and good. I noticed a strip of XXL condoms lying on the table next to Cody.
I licked beer from my lips, my stomach flipping over. I was nervous, and that wasn’t like me. I hadn’t been with a human in a long time. Too long.
Cody chuckled, and then he looked at me with eyes so hot I knew there wasn’t going to be any preamble. He reached out and put a hand on my hip and pulled me in so I was standing between his spread knees. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, squeezing my hips, cupping my bare ass. He stroked the tips of his callused fingers along the cleft of my buttocks. He didn’t try to push deeper, only ran his fingers lightly over that sensitive skin until a shiver ran up my spine. He slid his hands higher under my dress until he could wrap his hands around my waist. His hands were big and he held me tight so I couldn’t move away from him.
As if I wanted to.
The look in his eyes already had me breathing hard.
My skirt was crumpled up around the tops of my thighs. I saw his throat move as his eyes traveled down and up my legs. He leaned in until I could feel his hot breath tickling my inner thigh. Then his lips where there, and they were so soft in contrast to the rough, sand-papery feel of a day’s stubble on his chin and cheeks.
They were so warm.
His wet, hot tongue came next. It was just a small taste, a series of soft little licking kisses framed by the scratch of his stubble.
Then that sensitive, knowing mouth was sliding up, up, up, and sparks raced ahead of it right to my throbbing clit. I leaned into him, my legs weak. I couldn’t wait for that hot mouth to reach its destination.
His intensity was undeniable, irresistible.
He slanted his mouth over my sex like he was kissing the love of his life. I gasped as his tongue found its target, licking it in a firm, deliberate rhythm. There was no teasing or toying, no prologue; it was the skilled, hungry kiss of a man who was going to make you come, now. He knew exactly what to do, holding me still as I squirmed and lapping with steady, unrelenting focus. Within minutes I could feel juice leaking down my thighs and my legs trembled. I dug my fingers into his muscled shoulders, bracing for the orgasm that was about to explode through me.
Then he stopped and stood up.
“Don’t stop,” I half admonished, half pleaded.
He loomed over me, the breadth of him silhouetted against the last purple light of dusk. Cody looked small standing next to Tyler but he was a big guy, over six feet and all muscle.
“Oh sweetheart,” he laughed, pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. “We’re just getting warmed up.”
His chest was thick with muscles and lightly furred with gold hair that tapered to a line below his belly button. There was a smattering of scars, silvery lines and puckers. One of them looked like a bullet wound. There was a flaming sword tattooed on his right shoulder, and on his ribs on the same side a list of initials under R.I.P.
Cody looked great in a t-shirt, but he looked even better without one.
I reached up and ran my hand down his chest, mesmerized by the heat radiating from him. He pulsed with the warm blood of a man, and I was sure I could feel the strong drum-beat of his living heart under my palm. For a long moment I closed my eyes and there was only the beat of his heart, the heat of his body close to mine.
He was human and he was alive, and the touch of his skin against mine was such a sweet relief I just about cried.
He pulled my dress up over my head and I lifted my arms to help, and then I was naked, aching with need, standing there in the middle of the room with both of them looking at me. It was a degree of vulnerability that was agonizing and electrifying all at once. It was hard not to cross my arms over myself.
I tried to be still. I tried to be calm.
“Sweet Jesus,” Cody said, running his hand over the cello curve of my waist and hip.
I knew I wasn’t bad looking. I’d been stared at and hit on since before puberty, and it would be stupid to pretend I didn’t know why. I didn’t always like getting that kind of attention, but there were time when I really, really did.
More than anything I wished Cody could have seen me at my best. Maybe no one held onto a man like him for long, but I could have made sure he didn’t forget me in hurry given half a chance to do my nails and hair, to put on a sexy dress and some lipstick. I could tell he was the kind of man who’d appreciate it.
He kissed me long and slow and deep, one strong arm wrapped around my waist, his other hand sliding slowly down my side, leaving goose bumps in its wake. He held me tight against him and I went soft in his arms, melting against him. I rubbed my breasts against the scratchy hairs on his chest. His jeans were rough against my thighs and his tongue fucked my mouth, pushing into it in that same, steady, knowing rhythm that resonated with the clenching muscles in my lower belly. He smelled musky, like pure, raw, man, like salt and sweat and skin.
At last he let my mouth go and I moaned with disappointment. His kiss had a narcotic effect. I wanted to sink back into it, forever.
He turned me around and moved my hair to kiss my shoulder, his hands running slowly down my arms, raising more goose bumps.
“Let Tyler see how beautiful you are,” he murmured. His voice was low and sexy as he ran his hands over my hips and outer thighs, like a trainer with a fine new thoroughbred.
My eyes met Tyler’s for the first time since it had started. I was afraid of what I’d see, but he looked like a man in pain, burning up with torment and lust.
I could see myself through his eyes: naked and shameless, arching my back to push my breasts harder against Cody’s calloused hands.
I didn’t care about my lack of lipstick anymore.
I slid two fingers over my lips, still tingling from Cody’s kiss, and wet them in my mouth. Tyler’s eyes followed them as I slid them down between Cody’s hands on my breasts, over the smooth, tender skin of my belly.
When I slid them between my slick lips Tyler shuddered, his stare so intense it was like a physical touch.
Cody rolled my nipple until it ached deliciously and I pushed my ass back against his hard thighs, moving my hips to rub against my own fingers.
I was going to make myself come in about one minute.
That’s when Cody pulled the scarf tight around my neck and I felt a twinge of fear.
Had I misjudged so badly? Was I about to die because I couldn’t tell the difference between common perverts and serial killers?
And what twisted, desperate thing did it say about me that I was leaking down my legs? The tightness around my neck and slight restriction of my breathing made me feel the sensitive tips of my breasts and the empty ache of my pussy more intensely.
What did it say about me that I hoped he fucked me before he strangled me?
Cody slid the scarf from around my neck and dropped it on the floor.
I didn’t know if I was relieved or disappointed. Given a choice, it would have been a better way to die.
And then there was the bite. The twin punctures at the base of my neck like every vampire movie cliché.
I expected one of them to say something, at least crack a bad vampire joke. I’d tell them it was a dog bite. It didn’t look like anything like a dog bite, but people mostly believed what you told them.
But nobody said anything. Instead Cody reached between my legs from behind and slid his fingers inside me. He rubbed with purpose and confidence, knowing just where and just how so that I was hanging on the arm he had around me, high under my breasts. He pushed those long, thick fingers deep inside and rubbed against the front wall of my passage. I pushed back, fucking myself on his fingers. I was so close to coming I didn’t care about anything except getting over the edge.
“Tell us how you want to do it, Andie,” Cody said, rubbing and rubbing and running his hot mouth along my shoulder to the base of my neck where the bite was, making me shake. “Just don’t make me wait too long. I can’t wait much longer.” He ground his hard-on against me.
“Don’t wait,” I said, reaching back to grip him through his jeans. Tyler’s eyes were on my face and between my thighs, his hand poised over the huge bulge in his jeans.
Cody laid me back across the bed and locked eyes with me as he reached inside his unzipped jeans and pulled out his cock. It was thick and heavy, arching toward his belly button but pulled down by its own weight. I bit my lip as I watched him fist it, smearing pre-cum over the blunt head and down the veined shaft.
I knew girls who wrinkled their nose at male anatomy, called it ugly, or worse, silly. But I loved looking at a well-formed cock, especially a big, proud one. Especially when it belonged to a man with hair on his tummy and a debauched smile, one with strong forearms and a few good tattoos who wasn’t embarrassed about stroking it while I watched.
Cody’s chest rose and fell faster as he started to pant.
He was a visual feast, pretty and dirty and sexy and a little scary, and I couldn’t wait for that cock to be inside me. I couldn’t wait to feel all those muscles moving toward one purpose: driving that superb cock into me over and over again.
I squeezed my thighs together, squirming.
He even managed to make putting a condom on hot, the way he worked it down his shaft in short, sure, strokes.
He hooked his hands around my thighs and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed before seating the fat head in my opening. Then he pushed in with one long, even thrust, maintaining eye contact as he did. He didn’t slam it home, just slid it all the way to the bottom in one smooth, practiced plunge.
The sensation was so sudden and so intense it made me cry out, and I could see in his eyes how much he liked that, like he’d been waiting for just that moment, just that sound. My pussy was stretched tight around him, and I could feel how thick and hard he was and I could feel the heat of it inside me, and it was good, it was so, so good.
Men (and monsters, it turns out) like to look at my body when they fuck me, but Cody watched my face. He liked to see how much I loved having his big dick pounding into me.
There was no give and take or push and pull with him. There was just me, open and taking what he gave me, and him, taking exactly what he wanted. He rolled his hips in that constant, primal rhythm, drawing out the full, thick length before stuffing it all back in again.
Yes, yes, yes.
It drove the breath from my lungs and any coherent thought from my mind. I throbbed in time with his thrusts, my body clutching at him as he withdrew and surrendering completely as he sank back in.
He wrapped his hands around my ankles and spread my legs wide. I stretched my arms over my head and tilted my hips up, inviting him deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” he purred. “Give it all to me.”
Cody was a man in charge, a man in control. He knew what he wanted from me and he knew he was going to get it.
His hand came down between us and he casually rested it on my mound, rubbing my clit with his thumb. He caressed it in time with his cock, in that maddening, unhurried tempo, untouched by the fact I was out of control, going totally out of my mind. The orgasm started as an ache low in my belly and rushed over me, reducing everything down to the blunt strike of his cock deep inside me. I thrashed under him, pinned down like a butterfly to the hotel room coverlet, and begged for mercy.
For all his cool control, he was close behind. The final waves of my orgasm were still pulsing through me when he groaned into my neck and jerked his hips against mine, losing the rhythm.
Even when he was spent he stayed buried inside me, his hands holding my hips tight against his and his hot breath panting against my neck. The day’s heat hadn’t faded in the dark yet and we were slick from exertion and I loved the way he felt on top of me, heavy and slippery, hard and hot. We were two living, human, animals, as close as humans can be. It was everything I needed and I needed more, just this, endlessly.
Luckily Cody meant it when he said we were just getting started.