Precarious
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He tilts his fingers up as his lips graze over my neck again. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Takin’ everything inside me not to fuck you hard and fast right now.”
Oh.
Yes.
I grind my teeth together as pleasure takes over. Oh . . . yes. He thrusts once more and I come, blissfully slow. My entire body shoots pleasure out in strands that start from my pussy, and work their way right up until my nerve endings stand on alert and my skin prickles. Krypt rewards me with a low, guttural moan that makes this so much better.
When I stop trembling, he slides his fingers from my depths and lifts them to my mouth. “Open.”
“What?” I stammer.
“Suck yourself off me. Now is your time to suck my finger, baby.”
I hesitate. I’ve never had anyone in my life be so . . . bold. He presses his finger against my lips and I close my eyes, parting my mouth. He slips his finger inside and groans as I close my lips around it. I suck, surprised that it’s in no way near what I thought it would be. He thrusts his cock up against my back and I whimper.
“You’re goin’ to give me blue balls by the time we’re done here,” he growls.
I smile, and pop his finger out of my mouth. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? That’s the plan.”
He chuckles and moves back. I turn and watch him adjusting his jeans before he leans down and takes my clothes. “They’re dry enough. We gotta make tracks.”
“So that’s it? You’re going to love me and leave me?”
He grins at me, big and beautiful. “Either that or I can pull my cock out, and you can suck this ache right out of it.”
I flush and shove to my feet, taking the blanket with me. He laughs as I gather my clothes. “Didn’t think so.”
We finish packing and dressing, then we’re on our way again. The track becomes narrow and ragged, barely recognizable. We climb over rocks and duck under trees—seriously, it would be hard for anyone to find this place. We don’t talk a whole lot. Both of us are no doubt desperate for a shower and some shelter. The quicker we get there, the better. We only stop once when Krypt gives me some painkillers and food, and then we’re back to it.
When early afternoon falls, I’m exhausted. I’m thinking we have to be close. God, I pray we’re close. We’re going extra slow, because of my sore body, so I know this has taken far longer than it usually would.
“Here we are,” Krypt says, snapping me out of my daze. Well, I guess my prayers were answered, because ahead of us is a large, I mean . . . super large cabin sitting in amongst the trees. It’s similar to the one below; only this one has two sheds either side of it and a barbed wire fence. Yes, a barbed wire fence.
“Why is there fence around it?” I ask.
“This used to a be a clubhouse, back when Maddox’s dad ran the club. Once it had a track running up into it from the left, for bikes.”
“Why did they change it?”
“For a few reasons,” he says, pulling a key from his pack and unlocking the fence. “The first was it’s so far out of town, and they were finding it hard to keep in the loop. Of course it had the bonus of being a secretive place.”
“And the second?”
“T-Rex died.”
“T-Rex?” I ask.
“Maddox’s old man. He died, and Maddox wanted the club closer, but I think he just hated this place. He had a rough upbringing.”
“Oh.”
“So now we keep it in case anyone needs to hide out, and sometimes the boys come up just for a break. It gets used more than you’d think.”
“How do they get up here?”
“Same way we did, babe.” He smirks, swinging the gate open.
“They walk that far?”
“Clearly it wouldn’t be just an overnight thing. They’d come for a week or so.”
Interesting.
I stare ahead as we enter the massive space. While it’s set amongst trees, it’s been cleared enough to allow for the two sheds and the cabin. I take in the cabin first. It’s old, but it’s clearly held its age quite well. It’s huge—I’d guess it has at least four bedrooms inside. The sheds off to the left and right are rusting metal, and are bolted with thick padlocks.
Krypt walks up the front steps of the cabin and I quickly follow him. The dusty porch is huge, and wraps around the entire thing. It’s got some old furniture, old beer bottles and . . . boots. I raise my brows but don’t ask; I just stay behind Krypt. The door is rickety and squeaks when he pushes it open.
At first glance, the cabin is quite nice. It needs a good dusting, and the furniture definitely needs updating, but it’s nice. It’s got a large, open living and dining area, which have been designed to incorporate pool tables, a few large lounges, and a bar. There’s a small kitchen in the corner. This all narrows off to a long hall I see doors branching off of. I’m assuming those are the rooms.
“How many rooms are in this place?” I ask, peering around.
“Six.”
“Six?” I gasp.
Krypt turns to me, and nods. “Yeah, six.”
I’m shocked. I follow Krypt down the halls. The wooden floors creak as we move. I count all six bedrooms, a bathroom and toilet, a laundry, and a large storage closet. It is a massive place.
“Take your pick of the rooms, but take it from me: go with the first or the last.”
“Do I want to know why?”
Oh.
Yes.
I grind my teeth together as pleasure takes over. Oh . . . yes. He thrusts once more and I come, blissfully slow. My entire body shoots pleasure out in strands that start from my pussy, and work their way right up until my nerve endings stand on alert and my skin prickles. Krypt rewards me with a low, guttural moan that makes this so much better.
When I stop trembling, he slides his fingers from my depths and lifts them to my mouth. “Open.”
“What?” I stammer.
“Suck yourself off me. Now is your time to suck my finger, baby.”
I hesitate. I’ve never had anyone in my life be so . . . bold. He presses his finger against my lips and I close my eyes, parting my mouth. He slips his finger inside and groans as I close my lips around it. I suck, surprised that it’s in no way near what I thought it would be. He thrusts his cock up against my back and I whimper.
“You’re goin’ to give me blue balls by the time we’re done here,” he growls.
I smile, and pop his finger out of my mouth. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? That’s the plan.”
He chuckles and moves back. I turn and watch him adjusting his jeans before he leans down and takes my clothes. “They’re dry enough. We gotta make tracks.”
“So that’s it? You’re going to love me and leave me?”
He grins at me, big and beautiful. “Either that or I can pull my cock out, and you can suck this ache right out of it.”
I flush and shove to my feet, taking the blanket with me. He laughs as I gather my clothes. “Didn’t think so.”
We finish packing and dressing, then we’re on our way again. The track becomes narrow and ragged, barely recognizable. We climb over rocks and duck under trees—seriously, it would be hard for anyone to find this place. We don’t talk a whole lot. Both of us are no doubt desperate for a shower and some shelter. The quicker we get there, the better. We only stop once when Krypt gives me some painkillers and food, and then we’re back to it.
When early afternoon falls, I’m exhausted. I’m thinking we have to be close. God, I pray we’re close. We’re going extra slow, because of my sore body, so I know this has taken far longer than it usually would.
“Here we are,” Krypt says, snapping me out of my daze. Well, I guess my prayers were answered, because ahead of us is a large, I mean . . . super large cabin sitting in amongst the trees. It’s similar to the one below; only this one has two sheds either side of it and a barbed wire fence. Yes, a barbed wire fence.
“Why is there fence around it?” I ask.
“This used to a be a clubhouse, back when Maddox’s dad ran the club. Once it had a track running up into it from the left, for bikes.”
“Why did they change it?”
“For a few reasons,” he says, pulling a key from his pack and unlocking the fence. “The first was it’s so far out of town, and they were finding it hard to keep in the loop. Of course it had the bonus of being a secretive place.”
“And the second?”
“T-Rex died.”
“T-Rex?” I ask.
“Maddox’s old man. He died, and Maddox wanted the club closer, but I think he just hated this place. He had a rough upbringing.”
“Oh.”
“So now we keep it in case anyone needs to hide out, and sometimes the boys come up just for a break. It gets used more than you’d think.”
“How do they get up here?”
“Same way we did, babe.” He smirks, swinging the gate open.
“They walk that far?”
“Clearly it wouldn’t be just an overnight thing. They’d come for a week or so.”
Interesting.
I stare ahead as we enter the massive space. While it’s set amongst trees, it’s been cleared enough to allow for the two sheds and the cabin. I take in the cabin first. It’s old, but it’s clearly held its age quite well. It’s huge—I’d guess it has at least four bedrooms inside. The sheds off to the left and right are rusting metal, and are bolted with thick padlocks.
Krypt walks up the front steps of the cabin and I quickly follow him. The dusty porch is huge, and wraps around the entire thing. It’s got some old furniture, old beer bottles and . . . boots. I raise my brows but don’t ask; I just stay behind Krypt. The door is rickety and squeaks when he pushes it open.
At first glance, the cabin is quite nice. It needs a good dusting, and the furniture definitely needs updating, but it’s nice. It’s got a large, open living and dining area, which have been designed to incorporate pool tables, a few large lounges, and a bar. There’s a small kitchen in the corner. This all narrows off to a long hall I see doors branching off of. I’m assuming those are the rooms.
“How many rooms are in this place?” I ask, peering around.
“Six.”
“Six?” I gasp.
Krypt turns to me, and nods. “Yeah, six.”
I’m shocked. I follow Krypt down the halls. The wooden floors creak as we move. I count all six bedrooms, a bathroom and toilet, a laundry, and a large storage closet. It is a massive place.
“Take your pick of the rooms, but take it from me: go with the first or the last.”
“Do I want to know why?”
