A couple more creaky steps and I found Que and Rudy sleeping on the pull-out sofa Granny kept for guests in her knitting room. I shuffled up to the end of the mattress and stared downat 'em for a few moments.
They sure were pretty.And apparently they thought I was pretty too.
I glanced at myself in the little mirror on the wall while twirling a finger around one of my curls; at the same time my free hand traveled over the rise and fall of my chest and the lines and grooves of my flat stomach under the oversized t-shirt I’d found in Granny’s closet and was currently wearing like a nightie. We weren’t exactly the same underwear size so I’d go without those, at least until the storm had passed and I could hitch a ride into town. Or maybe one of the boys wouldn’t mind takin’ me as soon as they got their car patched up.
Que rolled onto his side, drawing my attention from the mirror and back to the bed. He was right. I was pretty. Girl or no girl. And now that he was relaxed a bit,Big Ol’ Broody Rudywould realize just how much prettier I could be when I was naked.
I tossed Granny’s t-shirt off over my head, lifted up the bottom part of the blanket, and crawled up between Rudy’s legs. I fit without him even having to move, thanks to the way he’d manspreaded himself across the sheets. Then I slowly picked at the snaps of his onesie until the waistband loosened, reached my hand inside his tighty-whities, and yanked his Coke can of a cock free. A few strokes of my palm and that can was now a two-liter.
Rudy groaned and squirmed, and I dropped my head flat on the mattress and waited for him to stop moving before pushing up on my elbows and giving his tip a long lick. My tongue wiggling it’s way against that little come-hole at the end.
“Fuck,” he grunted in his sleep, while I tried my darnedest to swallow him down. Your girl might not havemuch of a gag reflex, but I sure as shit didn’t have a soda-bottle-sized vending machine in my throat.
I peered up over Rudy’s tree-trunk thigh and watched his hand grasping at the bedsheets, the veins on top dancing and flexing each time he dug his nails farther into the fabric. I grinned around his cock and chugged another inch. Then two. Three. Four. And finally five. The halfway mark.
His ab muscles clenched when he thrusted up into my mouth, and I nearly splattered a night’s worth of baked goods back on to his lap. I pulled my head away with a wet plop and caught my breath.
Rudy grumbled something in a sleepy voice, and I strangled his cock by the base to give it a stern talking to. “You and me, we’re gonna be good friends, mister, if ya learn how to behave,” I whispered before kissing the tip. “See how nice I can be if ya just let me? Now, mind your manners.”
I leaned forward again, dropping my jaw as far as it would go, holding my breath, and diving back in.
“Mmm…” Rudy met me with another groan and a thrust. “Thumper…”
“Hm?” Que mumbled back, not bothering to roll over.
I sucked a little harder, and Rudy moaned a whole lot louder. “Just like that.”
“Oh yeah, baby—wait, just like what?” Que asked from beside us.
“Keep doing that thing with your tongue.”
“What thing?” Que huffed, turning around and pushing upright on the bed. I couldn’t see him from where I was still buried under the blanket but I could feel the mattress shifting. “You mean breathing?”
Rudy stiffened beneath me. Well, at least the rest of him stiffened. The bit of him in my mouth was plenty stiff to begin with. Then he was shooting up on the sofa bed and throwing the blanket onto the floor.
He stared down at me while I peered back up at him from where I was kneeling between his thighs. “What the fuck!”
I twirled my tongue around the tip one last time before working it out of my mouth, a spiderweb of spit keeping us connected. “Hi!”
I grinned up at him and then jumped onto his chest much like I’d done outside. Clearly not expecting it, he landed on his back on the mattress with my ass straddling his torso.
“Nickie, what the fuck are you doing?” Rudy grunted from beneath me, doing his best not to touch me but I could see the way his eyes were hinged on my chest.
Oh, so he’s a booby dude!
I shrugged a shoulder while reaching up to tweak my own nipples, my pussy leaving a snail mark across his chest as I rotated my hips. “Helping you relax.”
“Doesn’t get more relaxed than sleeping,” Rudy countered, his neck craning slightly to the side so that he could glare at Que while still keeping an eye on me. “A little help?”
Que shook his head, a small smirk telling me I was gonna like his answer much better. “Nope, I think you got this one, baby.”
CHAPTER 11
RUDY
Somehow, when I’d envisioned escaping prison with the closest thing I had to a family, I hadn’t imagined a persistent redhead waking me from a deep fucking sleep with a blowjob…
The pot was still heavily in my system, and despite my irritation at the little shit, I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing so hard that the girl on top of me jiggled around like she was riding a bull.
