He pressed me down again, pushing his cock into my throat, and began to fuck my mouth. I held onto his thighs as he fucked my lips, pressing his cock into my throat. I squeezed and he pulled me back as I gasped for air, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I didn’t care about that, though. I was so lost in the moment, so deeply lost on his strong body taking me, using me, making me his.
Just then, I smelled something burning. I cocked my head at him and he looked at the stove.
“Fuck,” he said, pushing the pan from the flame. He quickly turned it off. “Burned your fucking breakfast.”
I smiled and laughed. “Who cares?”
He smirked at me. “Good girl. Now get back to work.”
“Yes, Gates.” I took his cock between my lips and began to suck him faster, using my whole body to bob up and down his shaft. He groaned loudly, pressing me down and releasing me.
I sucked and jerked his hard cock with wild abandon. I lost myself completely, wanting only his cock. I was his dirty girl, his dirty slut. I was a whore for his hard cock and that was all I cared about.
“Fuck yes,” he said. “Faster, you fucking slut. Suck that cock faster. I’m going to come down your throat.”
I moaned, wildness taking over me as I sucked and jerked him faster. I loved the sound of my lips along his thick cock. He suddenly pressed me down and groaned loudly.
I tasted his hot cum fill my mouth and throat. I kept going, swallowing every single drop as he came into my mouth.
“Swallow every fucking drop,” he groaned as he let me go.
I swallowed and licked him, cleaning every single inch of his shaft. When I was done, I stood up, smiling.
“Fuck,” he said. “That was incredible.”
“I know.” I kissed his cheek.
He grabbed me and pulled me into another intense kiss. He didn’t seem to mind as our lips pressed together like that, our tongues touching.
He slowly broke the kiss. “Sorry that I burned your breakfast.”
“It’s okay. You’ll make me more.”
He laughed and slapped my ass as I walked away. I sat back down at the table and he went back to work, cooking me some eggs.
I watching him, drinking my coffee and smiling to myself. I’d never lost myself like that during a blowjob before. I never just let loose and didn’t care what he thought or what was right. In that moment, all I wanted was more and more, and Gates had more for me.
When he finished cooking, he placed the plate of eggs in front of me. I dug in, and although they weren’t great, I was starving. He sat down across from me and tucked into his own eggs.
I looked up and was about to say something when Gates suddenly perked up. I cocked my head, not sure what was happening, and then I heard it: the sound of tires on gravel.
“Randy,” Gates said, standing. He went over to the coffee table and grabbed his gun.
“He’s early,” I said.
Gates, nodded, looking serious. “Stay here.”
He went to the door and threw it open. The sound of tires tearing up gravel was more insistent.
Randy was driving fast, faster than he should have.
Something was happening, and I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Chapter 16
Gates
I quickly cleared my head as I stood out in the sharp, cold mountain air. The memory of Piper’s lips around my cock still lingered, but I had to get my shit together.
Randy was tearing ass up the road. There was no way this was just about those supplies, otherwise he wouldn’t be driving so damn fast. I held my gun loosely but ready at my side as he slammed on his brakes, skidding over the gravel.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself into stillness. I had been trained to control myself, to drop into a near-meditative state during combat. That way, I could react faster and there was nothing distracting me from what I had to do.
Randy jumped from his truck and walked toward me. “Who you hidin’ from?” he asked me. He looked angry.
“Not your concern,” I said.
“It’s my concern now, damn it,” he said.
“What happened?”
“Proximity alarms tripped early this morning.”
I nodded. That made fucking sense. Of course he had proximity alarms. That was how he knew we were here.
“And then what?” I asked.
“Some big guys, mean lookin’ bastards, were drivin’ around in some fancy black truck. They stopped and started questionin’ me, wanted to know if I saw a girl and a big guy around here. I said no and the one guy held a gun at my fuckin’ face.”
“Did you tell them?”
“No,” he growled. “I didn’t. Barely got out of there alive, though. Those bastards are still drivin’ around down there, but they’re comin’, that’s for sure.”