Page 45 of Road Refugees

I was afraid of where she was headed—that she needed to put out sex to repay me. Despite decades of womens’ empowerment, some women were still conditioned to believe that, so I whispered, “No, Heaven. You don’t owe me a damned thing. I do everything out of love.”

Shit! How had that word slipped out? Before I could retract or correct it, Heaven was on me again. All over me, to be honest, almost in my lap as she dotted my face with her ardent kisses, just murmuring my name. “Town. Town. Town.”

I had no idea what it meant—had I just declared my love for her, and she had not reciprocated?—but it was too late now, and I reached for her boob again, her nipple like a trigger into her inner cunt. This time she cried, a gurgling, strangled sound that almost scared me. She surprised me even more when she flung herself onto her back, taking me down on top of her.

I was swept into the long, adoring kiss, this time brave enough to hump my hard-on against her thigh. She snorted hot breaths onto my cheek as she spread her legs, enwrapping them around me. Heaven was a receptive, encouraging cyclone around me, and I needed to be the inner stable core.

Without forming this idea in mind, I detached from her. I raised myself on my elbows and panted down on her. I lightly thumbed her nipple and she squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth slack and heavy with sensation.

I had learned “body work” for abused dogs. I’d been thinking of teaching it to Heaven, to try it on Mickey Finn. You massaged their ears with acupressure touches. Because they’ve been handled roughly by breeders, it might take several sessions to work up to other parts of the body. Now this translated into my regard for Heaven. I squeezed her shoulders, her biceps. Bending down, I sucked on her throat. I didn’t linger but licked and tasted my way down the center of her chest, only briefly pausing to flick the tip of my tongue over her infernal nipple. She seemed to be humping herself to orgasm against my denim-clad thigh, but being Type A, I wanted to master the situation. I mouthed my way down her belly between her ribs, massaging her hips and letting my moans resonate through her torso. It was like tasting an ice cream cone, groaning and savoring your way around every lick.

When my mouth reached her pubic mound, she was keening a high-pitched wail. On the fringes of my awareness, it seemed as though Linus was whining at the bedroom door.

I didn’t care. The door was closed.

Raising my torso up, I had one last look at Heaven’s quiet, saintly eyes. She paused her wailing to stare at me.

Then she urged me. Grinding her slippery pussy against my bare shoulder, she snarled, “Do it, Town! Eat me like no man ever has!”

What more command did I need? Giving her a little crooked grin, I dove in between her thighs, and her bawling became one long train horn. I lapped at her extended clit, barbarian memories of lapping at Jessica instructing me in the proper needs of women.

It all came rushing back to me like a hot kiss at the end of a wet fist. The rhythmic licking, how to stiffen your tongue like a forefinger, using one hand to splay her open like a fig to allow her swollen bud to feel the air, my boiling breath, my quickening finger.

Was it just yesterday I could only have fantasized at having my head between her creamy thighs? Her hips shuddered as she rode me like a very tiny carousel horse, trying to rein herself in to maintain her focal point on my tongue. I excited her clit with my tongue, bearing down on the exact point on her distended hood, the exact target that would cause her piercing wail to rise another octave, almost into the realm of the unheard, where Linus might start responding with wails of his own.

There. I’d found her happy spot where her twat started trembling, and I snuck a middle finger up her juicy channel, because I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel when her inner passage began to clench, and I’d know her orgasm was about to roll—

Ah. There it is.

She caught her breath and dug her fingernails into my shoulders, her hips wriggling wildly. She made no sound as her inner pussy began its long, dramatic clutching at my finger, the ecstatic waves rolling in and receding like a frantic tide. I did not pause for one second, because I knew this was the important part, and to even stop to breathe would ruin the experience. She smashed her muff against my face and I, obediently, lapped away at her slit. My face was slimed and my shoulders bleeding, and it would all be worth it when my angel gave me that look, the look that told me I’d accomplished my job properly.

With her naked thighs slung over my shoulders, I could see her tits jiggling, heaving. But she held her breath tightly and squeezed her eyes shut as I brought her down from her plateau with carefully calculated steps. My thumbs slid along her glistening labia as my jaw muscles tired from disuse. But I didn’t fall down on the job. When she finally took a giant gulp of fresh air and loosened her grip on my shoulders, I lapped more slowly.

“Ah! Town! Stop! Stop it, you bastard.”

Giving her one last lick, I raised myself on my forearms. A randy glow in her sluggish eyes told me all I needed to know. I’d done it. Now she was mine forever, as Jessica had told me. “You’re too skilled at licking me,” she had said something like. “I can never get rid of you.”

I wiped my face off on my arm and dragged myself up her torso. I plastered my naked chest to hers lightly. My dick pulsated inside my jeans, but I paid no attention to it. Today was about Heaven. I had to ask the corny question, “Was that good for you?” Now there were two dogs whining and scratching at the bedroom door, but neither of us glanced at them.

“What do you think?” she panted.

I almost felt like a shy little kid when I said, “I think it was good for you.” To regain the upper hand, I said, “I’d like to blindfold you. We could play some sensory games. Unless . . . “ How fucked would it be if I’d inadvertently brought up something that Orson fuckwad used to do to her.

But she was cool, smooth about it. “I’d like that.” She was wide open to me in every way. Her delicately pointed nose, her full lips, and her languid eyes all conspired to make me love her more. “It would show how much I trust you.”

Now my breath caught. “Do you? Trust me?”

She delicately fingered the open wounds she’d created on my shoulder. “Of course I do, Town. You saved me from a bunch of colossal asswads.” She used Bare Bones terminology, and I could see her becoming an old lady. “I’d like to go with you to that puppy mill. Let’s go see what we can learn, and tell the club what we saw, what to do next.”

The club didn’t approve of outsiders leaning on their turf. They’d probably do an op themselves, taking down those odious “Friends” of Distinction. But I didn’t want to squash her dreams. Unsure if she’d object to where my mouth had been, I leaned in to kiss her. But the bedroom door burst open and some bloviating baboon named Wolf Glaser busted in.

“What in the name of Minnie Pearl is going on around here?” he bawled.

He brought with him the two dogs, Linus immediately racing to leap on the bed, shoving a cold, wet nose up my butt. Beetle stuck by Wolf’s side as he bawled.

I had no fucking idea who Minnie Pearl was, but I turned to cover Heaven’s breasts with my torso and yelled, “Get the fuck out of here, you Krelboyne.” I’d heard Tobiah call him that, and I liked it. “Don’t you have any respect for privacy?”

He didn’t. He strode to the foot of the bed, and I could tell he was trying to sneak a peek at Heaven’s boobs. “Your poor dog was knocking at your door while you ignored him. Now I’ve gotten the call from on high, from Ford Illuminati himself, that I’m to fly to Bogotá and straighten out that whole blow mess.”

“That’s fine,” I shouted, even though Wolf was practically in my face. “I’ll get someone else up at the Citadel to take care of your compost.”

Wolf raised both fists in the air. “Wahoo! Colombia here I come!” After trying to take one last glimpse of Heaven’s tits, he finally turned and sauntered off with Beetle, yelling some nonsensical Spanish stuff. “You cabróns are going to regret the day you screwed the Bare Bones! You’re just a bunch of persona mentals. Mucha mierda!Otro gallo cantaría! Let the rooster sing!”

I had to get up to shut the door behind him, but Heaven got up too. It was my prerogative to take a nice long glimpse of her entirely naked body before she stepped into panties and jeans. She had been too thin, but she’d been filling out with her fresh diet at the cabin. “Let’s go see Mickey Finn,” she said warmly. “Maybe we could try and introduce her to Linus, if it’s not too soon.”

I agreed. “We can try.”

We had so many wounded, scared entities around that Stoneman Lake property. Something must have been drawing them all there. I was beginning to believe in vortices.