I heard rustling and a sharp ping of metal touching. I was too weak from lack of oxygen to lift my head, but I knew he was taking off his belt. With one hand, he shoved his pants down and in a flash, his thick mast was touching my thigh.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you want to remain faithful to your cute little boyfriend.” He mocked.
I opened my mouth and he squeezed my air off. That bastard. He grinned. “What, have something to say? Just spit it out.” He ground his hips against mine. My body screamed, wanting to be touched. He relaxed his grip and I tried again to speak. The moment I had enough air he cut me off again with a laugh.
His free hand traveled up, under my shirt. He found my breast and pinched my rigid nipple. He abandoned it for only a moment to shove it up and then arched back so he could still choke me while he took my nipple into his mouth.
“You’re so perfect. So innocent, so smooth.” He ran his tongue along my peak. I gasped and writhed under his touch. My skin was on fire with pleasure. I needed more. More of his tongue, more of his hands, more of everything.
“I want to taste you, but that’ll be a little difficult in our current situation, so that will have to wait. Is that okay with you, brat?” He mocked me, giving me another breath only to take it away an instant later. He abandoned my breasts and sat up, taking me with him. He hauled me on to his lap as if I were a rag doll. He let go of my neck just long enough to rip my shirt over my head. We stared at each other for a moment. We were completely skin to skin.
“Is Callahan the only one you’ve been with?” he asked. I nodded silently. I was dizzy and struggling to think.
“I haven’t been with anyone without protection. But I don’t have anything in the truck. And I don’t really care.”
I stared blankly at him. What was he talking about?
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I shook my head. My throat burned, I couldn’t get a word out if I wanted.
“Fuck it.”
He reached under me, grabbing his cock. He urged me to lift and slowly, he pressed against my folds.
“You’re so fucking wet, holy shit,” he groaned as he slowly, inch by inch, entered me. His hand traveled from my hip back up to my neck, where he squeezed again. “You like that, don’t you, Eleanor?” he asked, his voice so low it sent delicious shivers through me. I nodded and he squeezed my windpipe and began to move his hips. I arched my back and moved with him, grinding against him. His cock pressed deep into me, hitting my precious button. I moaned and begged for him to choke me harder; his expression hardened and he did as he was told, keeping his other hand on my hip, helping me move on his lap.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this Eleanor, silenced, unable to fucking whine and complain. All you can do is take my cock, and you take it so well. You’re such a greedy girl. Fuck me, brat.”
His words were my undoing. I ground deeper, my body screaming, pleading for release, and then I burst. He squeezed and released my neck as I came. Every vein was on alight with fire as pleasure exploded through my body. I gasped and then fell into his arms. The feeling was so intense, my vision went from spotty to fading fast.
“I’m not stopping just because you’ve tapped out,” Riot warned with a growl. I relaxed against him and he shifted my body so that he could pound into me hard and fast, eliciting fast, soft moans from me as a second orgasm roused me to life.
“That’s it, come a second time for me, brat. Or do you need to be shown again?”
I shook my head furiously and bounced with him as my second orgasm came quick, sending me spiraling. Riot let out a loud moan right into my ear and his cock pulsed inside me, spilling his seed into my pleading body.
And then finally, my vision went completely black.
Chapter 55 - Callahan
Never trust a wastelander’s measure of distance.
“Ihate to tell you bud, but we’re not making it back in three weeks.” Boone slapped me on the back and I shot him a look. We’d hit week three and were still walking Mercury Mile, the underground subway systems from before the bombs. Of course we weren’t getting back like we’d originally estimated.
In the time since we started on our journey, we’d been attacked twice already by crawlies. They loved the darkness, and an underground tunnel only half lit was the perfect place to dwell. I was tired and barely hanging on.
The current tunnel we were in had mining lights strung up about every 20 feet or so, so we had light, but in the tunnels that were dark, we relied on head lamps and the metal tracks to get us to the next place.
“Do you regret this?” Boone asked. We took the lead, with Cherry, Soda, and Bonnie falling back. They seemed to only have come because they were looking for fun, something to shake up their dull lives. Boone was the only one who seemed to understand why I wanted to do this.
I gritted my teeth and kept walking.
“No, I just…”
With each day that passed, the deeper my regret and guilt grew over how I left things with Eleanor.
“You did the right thing.” Boone seemed to read my mind. I didn’t feel like I’d done the right thing. How could breaking her heart be the right thing?
