"Pull over, get off the road."
He doesn't question it and takes the next exit which is a dirt road that leads to an overlook, one of those scenic viewpoints that's empty at this time of day. The van's headlights cut through the darkening evening, illuminating scrub brush and rock as he parks.
It’s so quiet here it presses against your eardrums.
“Roxy…”
I'm on him before he can finish. Climbing over the center console, straddling his lap, my mouth finding his in a kiss that's more teeth than lips. He groans into it, his bloody hands gripping my hips before moving to my ass, and I can taste death on his tongue, its metallic, sharp andreal.
This is different from before, it’s a toxic intensity that feels life threatening. We just killed a man together, and we don’t regret it. We wanted it. And now we need to claim each other, to reassert that we're stillus, that the darkness didn't consume us, it just made us stronger.
I pull back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, and he does the same to mine, his hands rough and impatient. I kiss and lick the column of his neck before managing to reach his hard nipple and suck on it. He hisses with a moan and I lap up his chest, needing to kiss every inch I can reach. But I’m impatient, so I sit up, removing my bra, and then his mouth is on my tits, sucking hard enough to leave marks, and I arch into him with a gasp.
“I love it when you suck my tits,” I moan, grinding my wet pussy against his groin. His hands squeeze each full tit, theattention he pays them makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Need you," I breathe against his hair.
He lifts me off his lap like I weigh nothing and I slide into the passenger seat, my back against the door, and he follows, kneeling on the floor of the van between my legs. His hands are still bloody as he unbuttons my shorts and aggressively slides them down along with my underwear. The contrast of the blood against my skin makes something hot stir in my stomach.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough. "So fucking perfect."
He spreads my thighs wider and leans in, and the first touch of his tongue makes me cry out. He's not gentle and doesn't ease into it. He devours me like he's starving, his mouth hot and demanding, his tongue working me with a precision that makes my vision blur.
I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping hard, and he groans against me. The vibration sends shockwaves through my body and I can't stop the sounds spilling from my lips, gasps and moans and his name, over and over.
"Dom, fuck."
He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right, the sounds of my wetness and his sucking are depraved but so damn erotic. As he sucks and licks my clit, my hips buck off the seat. The pleasure is almost violent in its intensity, building and building until I'm shaking, until I can't breathe, until I explode.
I cum with a broken cry, my thighs clamping around his head, but he doesn't stop. Just keeps licking and sucking and fucking me with his fingers until I'm oversensitive and begging him to stop. When he finally pulls back, his mouth is wet and his eyes are dark with need.
"My turn," I say, my voice hoarse.
I push him back onto the driver's seat and drop to my knees on the floor between his legs. His jeans are already tight, the outline of his cock straining against the denim, and I make quick work of the button and zipper.
He lifts his hips and I pull everything down, freeing him, and the sight makes my mouth water. He's hard and thick and already leaking, and when I wrap my hand around him, he hisses through his teeth.
"Shit…"
I don't let him finish, leaning forward and taking him into my mouth, as deep as I can, and the noise he makes is almost feral.
I work him with my mouth and hand, finding a rhythm that makes his breathing ragged, his hips jerking up to meet me. He tastes like salt and musk and something uniquelyhim, and I lose myself in it, in the weight of him on my tongue, the way his hand tangles in my hair, in the broken curses falling from his lips.
"Fuck, just like that…"
I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, taking him deeper, and his grip in my hair tightens to the point of pain. I use one hand at the base and the other to gently squeeze his balls. I can feel him getting close from the way his thighs tense, the way his breathing turns shallow, so I double my efforts, wanting to taste him, needing to swallow him down, to claim him the way he claimed me.
"Roxy, I'm gonna…"
He cums with a loud groan, spilling hot and bitter on my tongue, and I swallow every drop, continuing to suck until he's shaking, until he's pulling me off him because it's too much.
I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and he stares at me like I'm something holy and profane all at once.
"Come here," he says, his voice wrecked.
I climb back onto his lap and he kisses me deep and thorough, tasting himself on my tongue. His hands are gentler now, stroking my back, my hair, my face, and the tenderness after what just happened makes my heart flutter with fulfillment.
"We should go," I murmur against his mouth.
