He laughed as he gently placed me back down on the couch. I bit my lip, surprised by how easily he could lift me, and a little more than turned on. He resumed licking my clit and sliding a finger in and out of me, pressing against me hard. I spread my legs wider, trying not to moan too loudly.
I looked down at him. His fingers pressed deep inside me and he grinned up at me. “Do you want me to fuck you again, Laney?”
“Yes,” I said immediately.
His did something with his fingers that sent my body into convulsive pleasure. “Are you going to let me come inside that tight pussy?”
“Please,” I moaned, unable to think, unable to move.
He pulled his fingers back and stood. He dropped his shorts and underwear, and I looked up at his hard cock. He walked over to his gym bag and pulled out his wallet, slipping a condom into his hand.
He held it out to me. “Go ahead.”
I got to my knees in front of him and ripped it open. I slowly slid his cock between my lips, taking as much as I could, and then began to roll the condom down his length.
“Ah shit. That’s what I like,” he said.
When I finished, he grabbed my hips and lifted me, turning me around. He pressed me down, putting my knees on the couch and standing behind me. I felt his fingers and mouth begins to eat my pussy out from behind, and I pressed my face into the cushion, moaning loudly.
I felt his fingers move back, and he leaned forward, speaking into my ear. “I love how soaked you are. I love how you show me your pussy, begging me for it.”
I felt him press his hands against my hips and slowly push his cock deep between my legs.
I let out a low, deep moan as he filled me up.
“Shit,” he grunted. “Fuck, I love fucking looking at your ass in the air.”
He began to thrust into me, his big cock sliding into my slick pussy. I moaned into the pillow, grabbing it tight against the sweet ache of his cock.
His thrusts got deeper, more insistent, as he grabbed my breasts, teasing my nipples. He pressed deeper into me, and then reached around to rub my clit.
I worked my hips back against him, easing him into a rhythm that worked. I could feel him hitting my spot, his thick cock filling me as he thrust. I loved the slap of our skin as he began to fuck me harder.
His palm whacked down onto my bare ass, and I let out a moan.
“Fucking work that cock, Laney,” he said.
I began to buck my hips back against him, using the couch as leverage.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “Ride that dick.”
I worked my ass and back furiously, feeling long waves of desire and pleasure roll through me. I wanted him so badly, and he began to thrust back, his hands strong at my hips.
He reached forward and pulled my hair, tipping my head back. I gasped, trying not to cry out as I felt his lips find my ear.
“You have such a nice, tight cunt,” he whispered.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Easton, keep fucking me.”
“Are you getting close? You think I’m going to let you come yet?”
“Easton,” I said, half whine and half moan. I was out of my mind with fuck pleasure.
Suddenly he pulled out and wheeled me around, pushing me down onto my back. He kneeled onto the couch in front of me, and I reached up to touch his chest, his abs. I watched as he sank his cock deep between my legs, and I threw my head back to let out a deep moan.
He leaned forward, putting a hand over my mouth.
“Quiet,” he said in my ear. I could hear the laugher in his voice. “Don’t want our parents to hear, do we?”
“Easton, fuck me,” I groaned.
He began to work his hips, his hand over my mouth. I reached up above my head and grabbed the arm of the couch, holding on as he fucked me.
I rolled my hips, grinding myself against him as his cock thrust deep inside me. He looked me in the eyes as he fucked me, his hand over my mouth. I moaned into his hand with wild abandon, losing myself completely in his smell, his body.
I could feel my orgasm coming on heavy and hard. I bit down on his finger and he grunted with pain.
“Be nice,” he growled as he fucked me harder, rougher.
“I’m close,” I said.
“Come on this fat cock then,” he grunted. He began to fuck me rough, deep, and hard, and I tipped my head back, letting the pleasure wash over me.
And then the orgasm hit, convulsive and incredible. Each new thrust of his sent shocks down my spine, making my muscles contract. My mind went blank with total pleasure, entirely and completely free.
Slowly it ebbed and began to slide away. He smiled down at me. “That’s good,” he said. “And now it’s my turn.”
I nodded, breathing deeply, my heart pounding. He moved back onto his knees and held my legs up, slamming his cock even deeper inside me.
“Oh fuck, Easton,” I gasped.
He fucked me rough and without mercy. I loved it, loved the sweat dripping down our bodies, loved the serious look on his face as he looked at my tits, my lips, my face.
“Come on,” I moaned. “Fill my pussy. Fuck me deep.”
“You want me to fill you up?”
“Fill me, Easton. Fuck my pussy.”
“I want you to swallow this load. I want you to swallow my cum.”
“Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Fuck, girl,” he groaned. “I love hearing those words.”
“Come whenever you want. I’m yours.”
“Shit,” he gasped. He kept slamming into me, thrusting deep and hard, his whole muscular body taught with anticipation.
And then he pulled out, tearing off the condom. I moved toward him as he brought his cock into my mouth.
He thrust once, twice, and then his hot cum filled my throat.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, orgasming hard. I sucked him, working him as he came in my mouth.
I swallowed every single drop.
Slowly, his orgasm subsided, and he collapsed onto the floor.
I slid off the couch and curled up next to him. I loved the feeling of our naked, sweat-drenched bodies together.
There was nothing else in that moment but me and him. I forgot all about the murders, the danger, the anger, and the pain.
There was just us.
I didn’t know what we were, but I knew I wanted more of it.
20
Easton
The woods were lovely, dark, and deep as I wound my way up along the same dirt road from the day before. Visions of Laney’s delicious body danced in my head as I pulled up to the clearing where I first saw the body of Luisa Suarez.
I’d spent the day getting in touch with Sheriff Sloan, which was a surprisingly difficult thing to do. Then again, he was a small town sheriff with some huge murder cases on his docket, and he was probably busier than he’d ever been in his whole life.
Meanwhile, I was in and out of bed with Laney. Since our parents both had to go to work, we were free to roam the house, to explore each other as much as we wanted. Twenty-four hours of fucking pleasure and sweaty sex meant I was cleaned out and clear-headed in a way I hadn’t expected.
I thought she was a distraction. I thought she was something I needed to get beyond, to get past, if I was going to do my job. But I was beginning to see that Laney was so much more than that.