“Fuck. That works too.”
The tip of her tongue traces my mouth as she lowers my zipper, freeing my dick. She takes my hard-on in hand and tightens her grip as she drags her fingers to the head. The moonlight barely casts shadows in the house as she pulls me by the cock toward her room.
I yank her to a stop when we round the corner to the pitch darkness of the hallway, pressing her back to the wall. My hands work their way under her night shirt and over her hips. Sure enough, no panties. My cock flexes in her hold.
I slide my fingers to her pussy; it’s wet and ready. “You want me, don’t you, Lou?”
“Maybe. Maybe I’m just horny all the time.”
“Hell. I can’t wait. Gimme a piece of that ass. Just enough to tide me over before we make the long trek to your room.”
“Yeah, it’s such an arduously long journey. What if someone catches us? What if your grandparents show up over here looking for you? What if your goons bust through the door?”
“Are you going to fuck me, or do you just want to come up with a ton of excuses and be a total pain in the nads?”
“I’m always going to be a pain in the nads, Buck. But—Aunt Delores is sleeping.”
I grab her ass in both hands, lifting her. She pushes my jeans down as I slide her onto my cock. The flood of sensation that accompanies her body closing around mine tightens my dick even more.
Her arms come around my shoulders as I move in her, deeper and deeper.
She lets out that sexy sound she makes as I pump harder, and the pictures on the wall keep cadence with my thrusts. Her fingers dig into my bare back.
I nuzzle Lou’s neck, sucking her soft skin, as her slick entrance pulses around my erection.
Something cold and hard presses against the base of my skull.
“Don’t move, dirtbag.”
My ass clenches tight and I stop mid-thrust. “Okay. I’m not moving. Be calm, Delores.”
The light blinds me. I blink as I back up from Lou enough to let her legs unwrap from my waist so she can stand on her own.
I raise my hands. “It’s us, Miss Delores. Buck and Lou.”
I turn, shielding Lou’s naked crotch from her Aunt.
Delores squints, but her eyes travel from my face to my engorged cock.
She lowers her forty-five, a smile spreading over her face. “Well, I guess that answers that question.”
I swallow, tucking my junk into my jeans, trying to do them up without catching my ball sack in the zipper. “What question, Miss Delores?”
“You do have a dick. Lou didn’t seem like she was real sure about it back when we had the water leak. Guess she had to check that out for herself.”
Lou’s forehead presses into my spine. “Oh, good Lord, help me.”
“You two ought to know better than to be sneaking around in the dark in an old lady’s house. You’re just lucky I didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.”
Lou reaches around me and takes the gun from Delores. “Let me have that before you hurt someone.”
Delores relinquishes the firearm with a shrug. “Okay, but that means you’re in charge.”
“In charge of what?” Lou chuckles.
“Why, in charge of killing burglars and home invaders.”
“Yes, ma’am. All home invaders shall be shot on sight.” Lou salutes and pulls the hem of her top down a bit more. “C’mon, Buck. I’ll show you out.”
Aunt Delores heads down the hall, waving her hand. “I’ll go take my pills. That’s where I was heading when I heard that strange noise.”
“In the middle of the night?” Lou asks.
Delores shrugs. “I’m old. It took me a long time to get to the age where I can do weird shit and no one can say anything. So hush.”
“All right. Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.” Lou tugs me toward the front room.
Delores calls behind her. “You might as well go finish your fuckin’. Poor boy’s gonna have a raging case of blue balls if you don’t. And that’s quite a set of balls to have that problem.”
Lou burst out with a laugh. “Forget his balls. I’ll end up with a violent case of blue vajayjay.”
* * *
I let myself out of Delores’s back door and head down the steps the way I came in three and a half hours ago. Instead of heading to Nan’s, I take a walk over to Lou’s old trailer house. The gray light of morning has yet to warm up too much, and the grass is wet on my pant legs.
The last time I dragged Lou from this place—her momma sitting on the floor, screaming and cradling that bastard’s head in her lap—is as clear in my mind now as it was that day.
It was the day I got that harrowing phone call from Lou, the one that dragged me from work, and had the hair standing on the back of my neck all the way through town to her place.