Page 44 of Violent Skies

“Clear out before Pema blows a gasket.” He nods quickly, backing away from my car as Pema screeches into the crowd, practically running over some girls. I don’t have to be told twice. I’m in no mood to take on that attitude and I have no back up in case he decides to cause trouble. I shift the Skyline back into drive and take off out of the area, parking down the street from Soundwave to count the cash.

After a race like that I need to clear my head and there’s nothing like music so loud it drills through my brain to help me do that. I toss the extra cash in the glove compartment, let my hair down from my hat, and climb from the car.

A low whistle nips at my ears and I turn just in time to have a fist catch my face.

It causes me to stumble backwards and at first I think it’s Pema, he must have followed me, but when I manage to refocus my eyes I realize it’s not and I’m very outnumbered.

“You guys are sneaky for your size.” I cough out a glob of dark red blood. It hits the ground with a nasty slap as I roll my shoulders back. There’s two of them, which usually wouldn’t be an issue, but I’m not prepared and they are the size of bears. They’re triple my weight class and I’m wearing the wrong shoes.

The first guy steps forward and I step back, creating space before crossing over with my hand and hitting the other guy coming for me. It doesn’t even faze him and I realize that I need to be looking for a way to get out of this, because fighting isn’t going to keep me alive.

Pride or not.

There’s a gun in the glove compartment, but reaching it is a long shot and the pocketknife I’m carrying will deal with one problem, but not both. I grab for it and the bigger of the two lunges out for me, smacking me across the face, but the motion gives me a chance to throw my weight into an arching slash that catches him across the chest deep enough for him to cry out in pain.

I swing again as quickly as I can, but the other one steps backward out of my range too swiftly for me to catch him. His partner recovers quickly, and before I can move out of his way his hand is in my hair. I scream out and he’s quick to cover my mouth, but that’s exactly what I expect. I sink my teeth into the callused skin of his hand, and when they break the surface with a squishy click, blood pools around my lips. He pushes me forward, slamming my face into the side of the Skyline. I feel the crack of my bone across my cheek and the vision in my left eye flickers black and turns fuzzy.

I need to get out of here.

“Quit making this hard,” he grunts, and his hand closes around my throat, squeezing the air from my lungs with practiced ease. His nails dig into my skin, and he lifts me so my feet have no purchase, my toes sliding across the ground.

Do not fucking die here, I snarl at myself. Think. Move. I drive my knee up, just trying to get one more second of air and catch him in the balls. Using the distraction I slash forward, catching the closest one with the blade and brace myself for heartbreak as I flip the knife around in my palm. Forgive me, baby. I use all my strength to blow out the corner on the front window. The sound of it shattering eats part of my soul, but the alarm blares out into the night sky.

Both of them hesitate from the sudden sound and I don’t give them a second to recover before I’m running. I can feel every bruise forming on my face and neck. The one at the base of my scalp where he had my hair feels wet and I know he ripped skin.

Just keep moving.

I stumble over my own feet and I can hear them yelling but I don’t stop. I just keep running.

“Yeah, like that,” I breathe out, my head tipped back into the pillow as her lips wrap around me and lick down the base of my shaft, grazing her teeth against the sensitive skin. A pair of lips kiss up my throat and across my jaw as I tangle my fingers into Ashley’s red hair and guide her up and down faster.

Lauren is quick to demand attention, her mouth finding mine and her hand rubbing over my chest to free me of the button-up shirt I’m wearing as her tongue slips into my mouth. I don’t even know where we are—I texted Ashley and she dropped me a pin that led me to some industrial zone, in a building that doesn’t look like it should hold apartments. But the space is nice, dark with lamps lighting around the room, and a massive bed that fits both me, her and her best friend. Lauren’s cute, curvy, and her ass barely fits in the dress she’s got on. It rides up her thighs and begs to be ripped off her.

She wiggles against me, deepening the kiss as I use my other hand to palm her thigh roughly. Ashley’s got the mouth of an angel, and my heart is racing so fast I can feel my head starting to get dizzy as she works her tongue in affectionate circles against the piercing just below my head.

I smile against Lauren’s lips as she frees the last button, sitting back only so she can wiggle out of the tight dress she’s wearing. I sit up on my elbows so she can push the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. Her mouth finds skin and she trails a line over my pec to my ribcage as Ashley works her lips faster around my cock.

“Slow down,” I groan as my balls tighten with pressure. I grip her hair harder and pull her to me, her wet lips meeting mine in a sloppy kiss as Lauren replaces her without hesitation. “Shit,” I gasp out against Ashely, who giggles in triumph.

I release her hair and run my hand down her back, catching the zipper on her dress and freeing her perfect tits with a soft bounce as the fabric falls loose. I surge forward, bringing one into my mouth and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me.

“Sit on my face,” I snap, biting down around a nipple.

She hisses but doesn’t argue, shifting on the bed and yanking up her skirt so she can straddle my head with her thighs. She’s not wearing any underwear, which isn’t surprising, and my tongue parts her perfectly, lapping up the wetness forming there.

I groan as Lauren wastes no time slotting herself over me, my body tenses, pulsing wildly as she adjusts and starts to rock without assistance. I could fucking die here, my face buried in one sweet pussy and my cock buried in another.

I grip Ashley’s ass with my hands, forcing her down and cementing the seal. I don’t need to breathe, I need to fuck. Hard. I buck my hips up into Lauren, feeling her lose her balance and brace herself backward on my hips as I continue the pace. It builds faster than it should, but I’m sober and the need is rampant. Ashley quivers in my grip as I dig my nails into her curves and keep her in place even as she reaches her climax. I bite down on her clit, causing her to gasp out and try to lift off but I slam her back, shoving my tongue through her over and over again.

Their moans harmonize and it does something to my cock that I can’t explain. Ashley comes undone first, her body shaking around my face as she coats me. “Fuck yeah!” I slap her ass, moving her off me and she moves to my hips as Lauren follows her over the edge. Her thighs tense and her moans become strangled as I fuck her harder until she’s nothing but a boneless mess. Ashley opens her mouth, as Lauren slides off between my legs to catch her breath.

The second I start to pump I know it won’t take much, my fingers work quickly and within seconds I’m coating her tongue with my own release.

I lay back against the sheets as she wraps her lips around me, cleaning me thoroughly with a tiny laugh of accomplishment as Lauren crawls up the bed to lay with me.

“She said you could fuck but… every guy says that.” The sentence is broken by a shaky breath.

“I’m offended you’re still talking.” My laugh turns into a groan of exhaustion. The last week has been nonstop. I feel like I haven’t slept properly since Cress showed up and now my eyes are so fucking heavy, my body finally relaxed. I press a line of sloppy kisses along Ashley’s chest and throat as she settles down on my other side.