When Rowan and Lucy come out of the bedroom, I can't immediately see much of a difference. Lucy still acts submissive, tender, sexy.
"Can't you have made her, I dunno, a little more chaste?" I ask.
"She's a honey pot, Rebecca," Rowan says. I purse my lips.
While the two of them eat lunch I go into the bedroom and tidy it. I double- and triple-check that the Turnbull's chamber and clip are empty and there isn't a single bullet within twenty feet of the weapon.
We're waiting for Ben to arrive. He's supposed to take Lucy to Reynolds. I'm supposed to hide here and protect Rowan and her family. I don't like it. It makes me nervous.
I'm trying to practice the art of lounging, lying diagonally across the bed and playing mindless iPhone games, when Lucy slips back into the room, closing the door behind her. She kneels by the door. I pause my game and toss my phone on the bedspread.
"Strip," I say. Lucy strips, slowly and seductively. I watch her butt swing from side to side as she steps out of her jeans and undies, her belly tighten as she raises her arms over her head to remove her shirt. I watch her braid fall back once it's free of the shirt.
"Kneel here," I say, pointing to the floor near the edge of the bed, "facing the bed."
I strip off my own jeans and undies, leave on my socks and shirt, and sit on the edge of the bed, splaying my legs so her head is between my thighs. I play with her breasts for a little while, enjoying her reactions. I stop once her hips start that sexy pushing motion. She whimpers, her gaze focused on my crotch.
"More?" I ask.
"Yes, please," she replies, her voice pitched high and needy.
"Make me cum first," I say, shifting my ass toward her and tilting my hips to expose my cunt to her, "Worship the pussy that owns you."
She's not shy or overly gentle, but she's also not overly aggressive. I find it moving that she's so serious about worshipping my cunt. Her approach makes it serious to me, too, and heightens the pleasure of it.
My breath hitches as she tongues my clit with a wide, flat stroke and plenty of warmth, lifting it to balance for a moment on the tip of her tongue before letting it shrug back into its cowl. She does this slowly, over and over again, as if we have all the time in the world. I let her patient licks convince me that we do. I feel the muscles in my shoulders and neck relax even as other muscles tighten.
I let myself fall back on the bed. I'm not interested in watching her head bob and tilt. I close my eyes and listen and feel. Her tongue is very warm and wet. When she applies her fingertips, they are contrastingly cool and dry, but not for very long. She splays them against my thighs, gently pushing them a little further apart. Her nose knocks against my excited clit as she dips down to circle my anus with the tip of her tongue. The sensation causes these little flashes of electricity, like phosphorescence or the snap of teeth drawn to blood.
Lucy is so calm, so dedicated, that I'm more relaxed than I've been in a long time. The flashes of pleasure, little orgasms, make my muscles flex and jump: a toe, then a knee, then my abs, tickling their connection point to my hips.
She slides her fingers out, away from my pussy, and I moan, partly because I'm pleased with the sensations, partly because I'm ready for her to slide them the other way. Finally, after a few licks and prods between my lips, she does slide her fingers back toward each other. She inserts a finger from either hand, hooks them in, then gently pulls them apart. I feel exposed and that sensation takes me up a level, to where the flashes of pleasure last longer, go farther, without fully dissipating.
The feelings build, then, and they build everywhere. My ass, where she's resting her thumbs and gently pushing. My pussy, spread and open to her warm breath. My clit, teased again and again by her tongue, that little trick of cupping it from below with the tip. All over my body in a warm, rich way.
Then the tonguing stops and her mouth cups my clit and its hood. She sucks gently, pressing her teeth down. I respond by pushing back. Lucy takes it as her cue to be more insistent with her fingers, slipping another two in, increasing the pressure on the inside of my cunt, prizing me gently apart. I pull in against the bed with my heels and calves, drawing myself toward her mouth and fingers, increasing the sensations she's causing.
I let out a moan or a growl as she begins fucking me with all four fingers, each hand in counterpoint to the other, two fingers in while the other two partially withdraw. It's not a technique she's used on me before and I briefly wonder how she came up with it, but then my orgasm overtakes my brain and stretches out like a highway, seemingly endless even with the horizon in view.
Lucy continues worshipping my pussy until I push her away. It feels so good I can't stand it anymore.
"Get up on the bed, ass up, head down," I tell her. She immediately complies. Her ass is a creamy white. I want to bruise it with a good, long spanking, but I'm too aware of who we're sharing the house with to be comfortable making that much noise. Instead, I get my gun from the dresser top. Well, not my gun, but Ben's. I smirk at the idea of giving the piece back to Ben after fucking Lucy with it.
I make sure the safety is in place behind the tape and keep all my fingers on the butt, well away from the trigger. I look at Lucy, find her wide eyes fixed on the handgun.
"I'm going to keep my promise and fuck you with this," I say.
Lucy just moans, the tip of her tongue small and pink, sticking out between her lips just the tiniest bit. Her braid falls between her shoulder and the line of her jaw and snakes along the bedspread a little ways. Her hands are crouched under her shoulders, her elbows drawn in close to her torso.
"Do you remember your safe word?" I ask her. She nods almost imperceptibly. Asking her seems to send her further into subspace, her eyes are unfocused, her eyelids heavy.
I move to kneel in front of her ass and lean in to tongue her pussy. I love the way she sways a little one way, then the other, not really pushing against me, not really wiggling, just sort of settling in. And I like the way she tastes. For a moment I forget about the gun in my hand and just lose myself in the flavor and the texture of her pussy.
She gives a loud groan, like she's close to coming, so I stop, teasing her. She gives another, louder groan.
"What's wrong, Lucy," I ask.
"It felt so good," she gasps, "But then you stopped."
"You want more?" I ask.
"Yes, please. Yes," she whimpers.
"Ask me to slide the barrel of the gun into your pussy," I say. My voice is soft and serious.
"Please slide the barrel of the gun into my pussy," she says, "Please fuck me with it. I want to feel that cold steel filling me up. Oh! Oh, yeah."
She returns to wordless whimpering as I draw the muzzle of the gun up one thigh, from the back of her knee to the top of her ass, then down the other side. This isn't something I've ever let myself do before, not even to the women who obviously were drawn to me because I carried weapons. It is too much of what I love in one place and I had been concerned that I wouldn't be able to control the monster, to control the dance between violence and sex.
I tell myself that Lucy makes me feel safe, she makes me feel in control of myself. Then I sneer at the idea, remembering how I'd slapped her down and drawn the gun on her earlier in the day, how, in that moment, I had the safety off and my finger on the trigger and was so close to ending her life.
I'm drawing that casual arc from knee to knee, over her ass, repeatedly, with the gun. With the other hand I massage the open, dripping lips of her cunt, my fingertips teasing.
When I finally slide the muzzle into her pussy, Lucy comes. Her cunt flushes, red and engorged. I can see the muscles contract repeatedly against the barrel of the gun. I dip it in up to the trigger guard and hold it still, letting her fuck it with those involuntary contractions. She's silent, her hand over her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut.
Her shudders finally stop. I gently pull the gun out and place the palm of my empty hand against her pussy. It's instantly wet and hot. I feel her body yield another contraction. We're both breathing raggedly. We're both still until her breathing slows and evens out.
"Did you like that?" I ask.
"Oh fuck yes," she breathes. I grin to myself as I rise to return the gun to the dresser top. Then I come back to the bed, push at her ass so she's lying on her side. I lie down beside her and pull her close to me. We fall asleep in each other's arms.
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