Shooter (Burnout) (32 page)

He stared at her for a long moment and didn't miss the fact that Hayley looked like she was just as surprised as he was by this declaration. He finally nodded. "Condoms. In the drawer."

She leaned over him, opening the drawer and plucking out a metallic square. She settled back down on his thighs, tearing at the foil. He saw her hands were shaking and he wasn't going to pretend that it was because she wanted him so badly. She fumbled the first attempt and he briefly considered helping her but nixed the idea and allowed her to take a deep breath, gathering herself, and try again.

This time it worked and he watched her take another deep breath and rise up on her knees, positioning herself over him. One trembling hand took hold of his shaft and brought up the tip so it barely touched her. It was then Chris noticed that she must have taken off her panties before she'd even woken him and the thought that it was her bare slit rubbing over him when he had been stirred from sleeping made him even harder. Hayley had herself over him, placed the head at her entrance and almost as though she was worried her courage would falter, she shoved herself down on him with a strained mewl escaping her throat.

"Fucking sweet Christ!" Chris shouted at his hips involuntarily bucked up underneath her. She was so tight he thought he was going to explode before they even got started. He struggled mightily to bring his body back under control, clenching his thighs to keep from thrusting up into her again. She was out of breath on top of him, balancing herself on top of him with her hands on his stomach. Her features were tight with pain and something he feared was close to revulsion and her eyes were squeezed shut.

"Hayley, look at me," he demanded but she didn't open her eyes. "Hayley, open your eyes."

He watched a tear slide down her cheek and his heart squeezed. He pulled his hands out from the pillow and partially sat up, propping himself up on his elbow. "Hayley," he said again in a soft, gentle voice. She finally opened her eyes.

"It's okay," she told him.

"Are you sure?" he insisted.

She nodded.

"Come here, Hayley," he ordered. She focused her gaze on him. "Get closer to me," he demanded again. "Kiss me."

She leaned forward, keeping him seated inside her and placed her hands on either side of his head. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. Chris, keeping his palms flat on the bed, began moving slowly inside her. She made a soft noise in her throat. He worked in and out of her, building a slow rhythm. He both felt and heard her breathing coming faster with each stroke but he didn't want to assume that it was from pleasure. It culminated in a cracked sob that violently shook her whole body.

He pulled his mouth away from hers by a mere inch. "Look into my eyes." She did and he saw a mixture of fear and sadness there but because he also saw something fiercely glittering, something very like hope, he kept going. "Say my name, Hayley."

"Chris," she complied immediately. It came out in whisper against his own lips.

"Again."

"Chris." Louder this time. "Chris," she said, a third time, this time unprompted and began rocking on top of him, meeting his thrusts.

"That's my girl," he murmured. He laid back down on the pillow. She'd refocused and was now riding him well, raising up and pulling his cock almost all the way out and then sinking back down on him to reconnect them, her slick pussy simultaneously stretching and squeezing in a delicious push/pull that threatened to end things for him too soon. He'd never been in a pussy this tight and it was hell on his control. Hayley, however, was controlled, for better or worse and after the few minutes he'd been able to hold off he could see she had come upon impatience and was now edging closer to frustration.

"Touch yourself," he ordered and her half-lidded eyes opened fully to look down at him in surprise. His voice was purposely dark and languid with an undercurrent of molten lust. "Be a good girl and get your fingers on your clit for me. I want to watch you."

Hayley kept her eyes on his as she slowly, achingly slowly drew her hand down from its resting place on his stomach and trailed his skin coming to their hot, wet joining and pressing on her swollen bud. She gasped.

"Rub it, Hayley," he demanded. "Tease it."

Chris watched intently as she swirled her fingertips around it and moaned. Apparently she didn't like direct stimulation. Too sensitive, he suspected. Like her nipples, which were straining against the fabric of her shirt. So many hard little nubs begging for his attention. Someday, he thought, and dragged his gaze back to her pussy.

"God, you're beautiful," he remarked. "Look at that pussy." Her insides spasmed at his compliment and he smiled. "A man could get used to waking up feeling that slick little pussy rubbing all over him." Another spasm. God he was close, too. He needed this to be good for her, though. She had to finish.

"Gonna eat that pussy, Slick." She gasped and clamped down on him. "That pussy's too beautiful
not
to eat. You're gonna straddle my face one of these nights and let me get a good long look at that pretty pussy." Spasm. "Bet it tastes like peaches and cream." Spasm. "It does, doesn't it? Slick's got a peach pie that's just for me. All that sweet cream running down my throat when she comes on my tongue-"

She clamped down on him like a vise and screamed. He thrust up into her and released into the condom separating them.

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A week had gone by, with sex every night. God, he felt like he was in high school again. He couldn’t wait for dinner to be over, got antsy at the tail end of Poker Night when the guys just didn’t seem to want to
leave,
and here it was Friday night again and he’d waited, patiently, for her to get off work. He’d sat at a table near the bar, half listening to Hawk and Tex argue over who would win in a fight, Snake Eyes or Chuck Norris. Chris just wanted to get Slick into bed
ASAP.
He had plans for the little barmaid. Oh yes. He was on a mission.

When 2 am rolled around he’d decided he didn’t care how tired she was. It wasn’t like she needed to do anything for his plan to work anyway. He stuck to the speed limit as best he could on the way home but moved quickly up the front steps and into the house.

“Go get cleaned up for me,” he requested. Slick smiled that way that she smiled that made his heart squeeze and headed toward the bathroom. “It’s peach pie night,” he called after her and bless her heart, even though her step faltered a bit, she called back sweetly, “Okay.” Her voice wavered slightly. Chris had already showered when he came home from work and retreated to the bedroom to strip down to his black boxer briefs.

He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her for what seemed like an hour but a quick check of his watch said it’d been less than twenty minutes. Finally, she emerged in just a t-shirt and stepped into the bedroom. Chris’ heart knocked in anticipation as she rounded the end of the bed and came to a stop in front of him.

Chris’s eyes darkened. “There’s my girl.” He stood up and put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. He turned her around and directed her to the bed. “Sit on the edge.” And she did. “Lie back.” And she did. “Put your feet on my shoulders.” And thank God she did because the view was incredible.

Despite the dirty talk that had gotten her off that first night, Chris wasn’t sure having Slick ride his tongue the first time was such a good idea. He needed to be able to watch her face and her reactions. He kissed the inside of her thigh and felt her tremble. He put a reassuring hand on her belly. Slowly trailing kissed up her leg he paused at the glistening thatch of soft brown curls, still wet from her shower. He parted her with two fingers and slowly drew his flattened tongue up from the bottom. And froze. He leaned back a little, eyebrows first knitting together in confusion then raising in surprise. What had Slick done now, he thought to himself.

He sat back on his heels and looked at her. She propped herself up on her elbows. She was smiling. No. Scratch that. Slick was grinning. Slick was grinning that grin that Slick grinned when she was about to give him sass.

It’s sugar free.

Tofu chili.

Aren’t Aces ones?

Shooter’s always bluffing.

His cock twitched as he remembered that last one.

“Peach flavored lube,” she told him quietly.

He shook his head. “Sass,” he muttered. “Far too much sass.”

She laughed but it quickly turned to a scream when he grabbed her knees, parted them, and buried his tongue as far as it would go. Slick screamed again, twice actually, while Chris was either sucking her clit or tongue fucking her.

Then she declared it to be his turn and he was okay with that. But he wasn’t okay with Slick’s idea of using the lube on him and they argued a while about peach not being nearly as manly a flavor as, say, banana or grape. Chris felt this was obvious. Slick felt flavors were gender neutral. A compromise of sorts was struck with Chris allowing the peach only for tonight with the understanding that they would buy manly banana lube later.

Chris was pretty pleased with his decision to compromise when he felt Slick’s lips close around his cockhead. Then he considered himself a god damn powerhouse negotiator when she ended up taking him further into her mouth than she ever had before. But still, banana flavored lube was a necessity. And Slick liked bananas. Ate them most mornings. Which now made him consider the possibility of adding head to his morning regiment. His and hers, of course. And he was thinking of that when he came with a loud groan into Slick’s eager little mouth. She gulped down his come with only a very slight hesitation.

He pulled her up and held her to his chest, both of them sprawled out over the bed. “That was so good, honey,” he told her, brushing her hair back.

“I got it all,” she replied. She’d been working hard at swallowing over the last few weeks and it really showed.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

She traced her fingertips over his chest. “No one’s ever done that for me before,” she admitted.

Chris held her tighter. “Well get used to it. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

She giggled. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get
used to it
.”

Chapter 25

On Poker night, Easy still hadn’t gotten over the fact that Slick had played him for a fool. He refused to eat the tacos she’d made them for dinner. He’d taken one bite and declared them crap (which they were decidedly not) and announced that he’d rather just eat a bullet than her cooking. Slick looked a combination of stricken and angry as she fled the kitchen, through the living room, and into the Master Bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Chris glared as his former Sapper.

“You know she’s been nothing but good to you,” he snapped.

The younger man flopped down on the couch and refused to answer.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Chris persisted. “We’re all getting about tired of your piss poor attitude.” He started to get up from his chair.

Hawk looked up from his cards and frowned. “Who needs cable?”

“What?” Chris asked, looking at Hawk and then following his gaze to Hayley coming into the living room with his .44 in her hand. “Fuck,” he said, standing up so fast his chair fell down.

Doc stood up, too, but Tex and Hawk sat perfectly still as Hayley walked right up to Easy on the couch. “Do you want this?” she asked holding it out to him. Easy’s eyes went from the television to Hayley and then to the gun. “Maybe you don’t have one. So maybe you need this one.”

“Hayley,” Chris said, “give me the gun.”

“You don’t need it,” Hayley said to Chris, never taking her eyes off Easy. “He does.” To Easy she said, “I’ll tell you the things I know. And I’ll tell you the things that I don’t know. And maybe that’ll help you decide. I know you don’t need to worry about me because I’ve caught this show before. In fact, I don’t stop seeing it. Especially late at night. Which is why I don’t sleep so well. ‘Cause I see him, looking at me, begging me to save him. But my hands were tied behind my back and I wasn’t able to. So he ended up missing half his head. I’ve never seen so much blood. And the weird thing is, it didn’t come out of the giant hole in his head. It came out of his nose.”