Chapter Seventeen - Tyler & Maddie
TYLER
There’s a soft knock on Pete’s office door. From where I’m sitting in my Pete-facing chair, I turn to see Maddie swing the door open and poke her head in right as Pete answers the question I just asked him. “Shit, kid, I dunno. Maybe a couple hundred? Not all confirmed. It was the fuckin’ jungle.”
Maddie gives me a ‘what the fuck are you talking about?’ look. I shake my head the tiniest bit in a ‘you don’t wanna know’ response, and smile. She smiles back. Which makes me hard.
Jesus. If I don’t stop getting hard in front of Pete, I’m worried he’s gonna get the wrong idea. I mean he’s a cool old guy and all, but—
“Scarlett.” Pete waves to her and says, “Can you do me a favor?”
“Uh, sure. What’s up?”
“Can you take this guy off my hands? I got accounting to do.”
Pete…
There’s almost the hint of a smile in his question. Almost. That’s OK. I know Pete likes me. I’m not sure why it’s so important to me what Pete thinks of me, but it seems to be, so I’m glad I’m confident he thinks I’m so excellent.
“Sure,” Maddie says. “Thanks for letting me off early.”
Pete shrugs. “It ain’t Starbucks. If you don’t steam the milk, there’s a buncha other girls who’ll heat it up instead.”
“Ha!” I laugh. “Fucking killer metaphor, man.”
Pete sighs. “See? Seems like the only way to keep this asshole here from bugging me all night is to send him off with you.”
I smile. I knew he liked me. I slap his desk, stand, extend my hand.
“You’re a good man, Pete.”
Pete forces himself up from his chair, seizes my grip.
“I’m a no-good son-of-a-bitch. I’m just your kinda no-good son-of-a-bitch.”
We shake. And for a second, I feel like I can glimpse what Pete might have been like as a younger man. There’s a ghost behind his eyes that peeks out at me.
Like, you wouldn’t know it meeting him on the street, but the guy has one of the kindest hearts you’ll ever encounter. You can tell he just wants to do the right thing by people. Even if he doesn’t always know what that is.
Something about that gives me hope.
I smile and say, “See ya, Pete.”
He nods at me. “Tyler.”
I turn to Maddie. She’s so sweet, and pretty, and fucking sexy, and her jeans look good, and her tits look amazing, and she’s watching me with a look that says she’s nervous but excited, and I’m still trying to hide my fucking erection from Pete, and I start to take her hand, but then I stop because I’m not sure if I should in front of Pete, but then I go to take it again, stop again, step past her to the door, open it for her, and wave her forward to take her leave.
She smirks at me and shakes her head. I assume because she can’t wrap her brain around how I can be so sexy, dangerous, indestructible, hot as shit, and adorable all at the same time.
As opposed to not being able to wrap her brain around what a fucking dipshit I am. Y’know, could go either way.
Maddie grins back at Pete and also says, “See ya, Pete.”
There is an honest-to-goodness smile in his eyes (if not on his lips) as he looks at her, then at me, then back to her.
“What?” she asks him on a tiny chuckle.
He shakes his head, says, “Nothin’,” then nods at her, offering a, “See ya, Maddie.”
She walks past me through the open door, and just as I’m about to pull it shut and go, seemingly out of nowhere, Pete says, “Flanagan.”
“What?” I ask, looking over my shoulder in time to see him spin in his chair and take the urn off the shelf behind him and begin polishing it with a cloth.
“My name,” he says, not turning around to face us. “It’s Flanagan.”
A big grin spreads across my face, and Maddie looks at me, quizzically. But I just shake my head slightly and let the smile live there, unexplained.
Pete…
With his back still to us, he raises his meaty hand in another goodbye, and as I close the door shut, and he disappears out of sight, I find myself… unexpectedly nervous too.
We pull into the empty parking lot and, looking out the window, Maddie says, “Wow.”
“I know, right?”
“People made this. People, like, made this,” she says.
“I know.”
The Hoover Dam is incredible. It’s the perfect blending of the enormous power of the natural world and the ingenuity and effort of the human animal.
Or else it’s the perfect symbol of our struggle to control the seemingly uncontrollable.
Or else it’s just a big fucking hunk of concrete and steel that looks really cool and is, like, super pretty at night when it’s all lit up.
Maybe it’s all three.
“Yeah,” I say, throwing the car into park. “When Evan got his driver’s license, we’d come out here at night sometimes and like, sneak around, drink, bring girls. Well, Evan wouldn’t. Bring girls, I mean. Obviously. But, yeah, we’d do that shit.”
“Really?” she asks.
“Yeah… Scotty probably never said anything about it, huh?”
“No. He didn’t.” She’s wearing a frown, now.
“Well, I mean, you were, like, eleven. That’d be a weird thing to talk to your eleven-year-old sister about.”
“What? Trespassing, underage drinking, and hooking up with skanks?”
“Hey!” I point my finger at her. “They were not skanks! They were delicate flowers just starting to blossom into womanhood!”
She drops her chin and gives me a bored expression.
“And Maybe... Like... Five. Skanks. Tops,” I say.
She pats me on the knee and opens the door, letting in the chilly night air.
I hop out of the cab and open the rear door to grab the drone from the back seat. She opens the rear door on her side and snatches up her backpack.
“Careful with it,” she says.
“What am I gonna do? Drop it? Oh, shit!” I shout, as I pretend to drop it. I’m a practical joker. Everybody loves it. Except Maddie, I guess.
“Dude, don’t be…you. With my drone, please.”
I nod and proceed to be overly precious about handling the fancy flying machine. She rolls her eyes and pushes the door shut. I’m killing this date so far. Fucking killing it!
A guy in a security guard outfit comes strolling up to us. As he approaches, Maddie asks, “This your friend?”
“Uh… Yeah,” I offer back, probably too tentatively.
“What?” she asks, sharply.
“Nothing. Just he’s not exxxxaaaactly my friend… Exactly,” I draw out.
“Fuck does that mean?”
“Nothing, just—Hey, man!” I say convivially, putting up one hand. “You Terry?”
“Yup,” he says back.
“Hey, man, I’m Tyler,” I say, offering him a shake.
He’s a young guy. Early twenties. Kinda skinny. Dressed in the poorly-fitted, not-quite-brown, not-quite-grey garb of privately contracted security personnel. He doesn’t take my hand. That’s fine. I don’t need him to be my BFF.
I set the drone down on the hood of my car, open the driver’s side door, reach over into the glove box, and pull out a manila envelope. One of the ones with the clasp closure. Not the self-adhesive kind. Those suck. I mean this one has adhesive too, but it also has the clasp. Because that’s how you can be sure it stays closed. This isn’t my mind rambling. This is the process I went through briefly when deciding which envelope I should stuff ten thousand dollars in cash into.
“Here you go.” I hand it to him. He sticks his finger in the flap and just rips it open. (Jesus. Don’t even know why I try sometimes.) He looks inside. Then casts a glance at me while still looking inside. Then twists his neck like somehow he’ll be able to see it better from a different angle. Weirdo.
“We good?” I ask.
He makes a sucking sound with his teeth and nods, then wanders back to the security station and closes the door. Sweet. That was easy. Now we’ll just—
“What the hell was that?” Maddie asks, rounding the Defender.
“What? That’s Terry. Me and him go way back.”
“Uh-huh. And what was in the envelope that you handed your old buddy Terry?”
“We gonna fly this drone or what?” I ask with excitement. Because, y’know, fun-loving Tyler. That’s what they call me.
“Did you just pay that guy so that we can be here?”
“Um, NO.” She looks at me with… not skepticism. What do you call it when…? Oh! Yeah. Like I’m full of shit. That’s it.
“No,” I almost plead. “Honestly, NO. I did not pay him so that we can be here.”
“…O…K,” she says reluctantly.
“I paid him so that we can go down into the tunnels.”
“Jesus, Tyler—”
“What? It’s cool. It’ll be cool. I mean, yeah, we’ll do the drone thing and whatever, blah, blah, blah, but the TUNNELS! The tunnels are so COOL!”
I kinda do a little dance for her, like John Belushi does as Bluto in Animal House when he’s trying to cheer up Flounder.
And she is as unmoved by my attempt at frivolity as Flounder was.
“Fuck,” I say as I stop my jig. “Look, I—I haven’t been on a, y’know, a date in like…well…maybe ever, when I come to think of it. So—”
“You’ve NEVER been on a date?” she interrupts.
“I—Like, no. I don’t think so.”
“How is that possible?”
“What? How many dates have you been on?”
“Dates? I, uh…” She pauses. “Well… Shit. Have I never been on a real date?” she asks herself, presumably rhetorically.
“See?” I almost accuse. “Like, y’know, I’d just hook up, or like meet someone at a party, or, y’know… accidentally get it on with my friend’s sister in the VIP room of a strip club…”
Oh, shit. I was making a joke but that may have been a bridge to far. That’s what the look on her face is telling me. Gotta walk this back. Quick.
“Hell, I’m sorry. I’m…stupid.”
“Noooooo. Really?”
“Fuck. I was… I just… I just wanna show you some cool shit that meant something to me when I was a kid. That’s all. It was important to me, this place was. For a lot of reasons. And not to be too… whatever… but I had some really good times with Scotty and Evan here too. Like fun, innocent kid shit. And I know you can’t go home again, like Tom Wolfe said, but—”
“Thomas,” she interrupts.
“What?”
“Thomas. You Can’t Go Home Again is a book by Thomas Wolfe. Tom Wolfe wrote The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Not the same guy.”
“Oh… Well, which one were people supposed to be afraid of?”
“That’s Virginia Woolf.”
“Whatever! The point is…” I take her by the hands. “I wanna share something with you that was special to me. And that was special for me… with Scotty. And, like, we don’t even have to do anything sexy or whatever. I mean this is our first date, after all. Literally. Our first date.” (I don’t even care that she doesn’t laugh. I know that’s a solid joke.) “And so I just wanna be with you. Here. With you. That’s it. I mean it.”
She gives me a side-eye. But it’s accompanied by a little smirk, so I take that as a cue to start doing my little Bluto dance again.
“Don’t,” she says. “Just don’t.”
“K.” I stop.
She shakes her head. “You are just…”
I snake my head around to meet her eyes.
“Yeah? Something good?” I raise my eyebrows.
She laughs. “Show me the fucking tunnels.”
“Tunnels? But I thought we had to do the drone—” That’s all I get out because she smacks me on the arm.
And then I grab her, pull her in, and give her a long, hungry kiss. Under the late November moon. On top of the Hoover Dam. The dark, murky blackness of The Colorado River below our feet. The same murky blackness that I used to fantasize about hurling myself into when I was a kid and things would start to look bleak.
The reason I never actually did that is because I hate quitting and I hate giving up. If the world wants to take me out, it can do it on its own, it’s not getting any help from me.
And in Maddie, I recognize that same thing. She’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever seen. I felt it when we reconnected, and it was confirmed when I found out it was her. She doesn’t have to forgive me for not being there for her. Shit, I don’t know if I’d forgive me. But if she’s really gonna give me a chance, I’m gonna make goddamn sure she doesn’t have to shoulder anything alone ever again. Fucking bank on that shit.
And the only thing I wanna throw myself into now… is her.
My hands draw down to her ass and pull her hips into me, into my already hard cock, and she stops kissing me and pulls back.
“Oh, hello.” She smirks.
“Hi,” I say, stroking back strands of hair that are being pushed into her face by the wind.
“We don’t have to do anything sexy, huh?” she asks.
I fight the urge to grimace. “Nope!” I work out of my lying mouth.
“But can we?” she says, putting her hand on the growing bulge in my jeans. “If we want to?” Her mouth is millimeters from mine.
“Uh…yeah. That would be… that would be fine,” I somehow manage. Like a fucking BOSS.
She closes her eyes and smiles.
“And then we… drooooone?” she hums out, turning the word into an onomatopoeia.
“Oh, yeah,” I say. “Hell, yeah. We’ll drone the fuck outta some shit,” I pant back, just about ready to burst through the zipper of my pants. “We’ll drone this motherfucker like Three the Hard Way… I just wanna explore a tunnel first,” I say, the corners of my lips turning up.
Her smile widens, she grabs my beard, pulls me against her mouth, flicks her tongue out, licking at my lips, and says, “I’ll bet.”
OK. That’s it.
I grab the drone in one hand, her hand in the other, and we gallop over to the elevator that will take us five hundred feet below the earth so that we can… explore.
MADDIE
The elevators are huge. Built to take whole crowds of people down in the dam’s interior. And the thrum of power churning through the whole structure vibrates under my feet. We stand alone in the center of the elevator as it descends. Tyler’s hand still has mine and it feels a little… sweet. Our first date. A real date.
I glance up and find him smiling.
“You’re like… Mr. Happy tonight,” I say. But in my head I think, Just wait. Pretty soon you’re gonna be a whole lot happier.
He shrugs, still smiling as the elevator stops and the doors open. He leads me out into the dimly lit tunnel, which really is an actual tunnel. With jagged rock walls and a coolness that feels a little humid. The entire place feels like pent-up energy—appropriate, since that’s what it is.
“So the tunnel—” Tyler starts, then stops when I take the drone out of his hand and set it down gently on the concrete floor.
“Yes, it’s a very nice tunnel,” I say, pushing him backwards. “Super nice tunnel,” I continue, setting my backpack down next to the drone. “But these tunnels have been here for decades.” I place both hands on his chest, palms flat, and look up into his eyes. “We’ve got lots of time to see the tunnels. They’re not going anywhere.”
“Hey, Mads,” he says, his hands slipping down to rest on my hips, pulling me closer. His stare intent on mine. “I’m not going anywhere either.”
I swallow hard, then force a smile back that, it turns out, isn’t really forced. There’s time for all that serious talk later. Tonight is just gonna be fun, I decide. So I say, “OK.” Because maybe I really believe him.
He leans down, his mouth on mine, his hands slipping under the hem of my t-shirt and jacket and sliding up my ribcage, and we seal his promise with a kiss that means more than OK.
“What should we do now?” he whispers into my mouth, his fingertips pulling my bra down so he can play with my nipples. That sends a shudder of desire through my whole body, making me smile back into our kiss.
“I have a surprise for you,” I say.
He laughs a little, pulling out of the kiss. “I love surprises.”
My tongue slips out between my teeth like a secret. Sweeps against my upper lip. Which I think he loves, because both hands grip my breasts harder.
“But first,” I say, looking up at the security cameras as I slip my jacket off, “I need to know if those are on.”
Tyler glances up at one nearby and shakes his head. “Apparently there’s been a minor malfunction in the security control room.”
“Has there?” I tease back.
He nods. “Some kind of electromagnetic interference, I’ve been told. So, unfortunately, no. They’re not on.”
“Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping you had plans to bribe that guy outside to get a copy of what’s coming next.”
“What’s coming next?” he breathes.
Sex, obviously. But I like this new easy relationship we’re developing. The teasing. The jokes. The flirting. So I say, “Let’s call it Tyler Morgan’s Tunnel Fantasy.”
He laughs. Just a little chuckle that says he’s ready to play along. “OK, sounds good, let’s definitely call it that.”
I slip my hands up my shirt, grab both of his, and slide them back down as I step backwards, my gaze never leaving his face. And then I laugh. Because I can’t not laugh.
He cocks his head, still grinning. “Maddie?”
I let go of his hands and hold up a finger. Then I slip my t-shirt over my head. My breasts are exposed, my nipples peaking in the chilly tunnel air, my bra pulled down, which pushes them up and makes them even more spectacular than they normally are.
Tyler’s hard-on—which never completely faded on the trip down—presses against his jeans. His thick shaft outlined underneath the denim. His eyes not on mine now, but right where they need to be.
I bend down, never taking my eyes off Tyler, pick up my backpack, and open the zip.
“Jesus, Maddie. You’re grinning like a fuckin’ kid on Christmas. What could possibly be in that—” But then I pull it out and he says, “Ohhhh,” blinks at me, grins wider, if that’s even possible, and tilts his head again, as if to say, You sure about this?
I nod my head, stroking the soft, rust-colored fur of the fox tail butt plug. “So sure, Mr. Morgan. And look, I have these too!” I pull out the little furry ears and slip the headband over my hair. “I’m a little fox,” I purr. “All I need is my tail.”
Tyler slips one hand under his arm, while the other hand covers his mouth to hide the chuckle. But he’s the one who looks like a kid on Christmas now.
“Here,” I say, handing him the tail. He takes it, his hands automatically stroking the fur, just like I did, and I begin to unbutton my pants.
“Where did you—?“
I’m the one who tilts my head now. “I’m a stripper, Ty. I have people. You seemed to like the one I found in my mom’s closet. Maybe a little too much.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Your first and only experience with a fox tail cannot be imagining my mother. So I thought to myself, Madison, what could you possibly do to wipe that thought from Tyler’s mind?” I grin. Wide. “So here we are. Surprise!”
“Here we are,” he says, staring at the furry tail while his free hand unconsciously reaches down to grab his cock. “Surprise.”
I’m already kicking off my shoes and unbuttoning my jeans. Zipper down, wiggling them over my hips, stepping out, before he even has a chance to catch up. I fuckin’ love that for once, Tyler Morgan is speechless.
And just as that thought leaves my mind, he snaps out of it and crosses the short distance between us in one step, both hands reaching for the elastic of my panties. The tail brushes against my bare thigh as he drags them down my legs and I have to close my eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling.
I step out of the panties, the heat between my legs building as I reach for the thick outline of Tyler’s cock under his jeans.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I squeeze him. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Not a fox tail,” I say, turning my back to him and pressing my ass against his cock. “But I can’t wait to try it with you.” I wiggle a little, which makes him brush the hair off the side of my neck and kiss me just below the ear. His arms wrap around my body, the soft fur caressing my ribs as he lifts my breasts up and grips them until I moan.
“Maddie,” he whispers through the kisses on my neck. One hand slips down between my legs, his fingertips pressing against my clit.
I bend over slightly to keep his attention on my ass. He grips both my hips and bumps me back into him, muttering out a soft, “Fuck,” as he grinds against me.
My hand takes the place of his, and even though I know I’m fuckin’ horny—practically vibrating with anticipation—the wetness I find between my legs is surprising. I play with myself until I’m practically gushing, then reach for the lube in the discarded backpack near my feet.
Fox tail. Jesus, it’s not even in yet and it’s turning me on. “Come on,” I whine, urging him to continue as I hand the lube back to him. “I’m ready.”
He’s muttering behind me. Something along the lines of, “Fuck, yeah,” and “Foxy little slut,” which makes me giggle, because I assume it’s an affectionate endearment at this point.
The lube cap drops to the floor and rolls out of sight. “Ahhhh,” I say, as the viscous, cold gel drips between my cheeks. But it quickly warms as he begins massaging it into my ass.
I have to close my eyes, because the feeling of his pressing fingers back there in combination with my own strumming from the front is so good.
One finger slips inside me. I grit my teeth and stiffen, but Tyler’s other hand is sweeping up and down my spine, distracting me from the sharp initial pain until I relax and allow him access.
He pumps in and out and then two fingers find their way inside. I grit my teeth this time, thinking of the plug’s girth. It’s medium-sized, not too large. But not too small, either. Because, hell, if I’m gonna stick a fox tail in my butt, I wanna get the full experience when he fucks me.
I suck air in between my teeth as he continues to pump his fingers. They’re sliding in and out easily now, and I’m just about to urge him on when he pulls out and the cold, hard, stainless steel takes the place of his warm, pliable fingers.
“Ho-lee,” I hiss.
“Shhhhh,” he says back.
I smile. Close my eyes. And then take a deep, deep breath as he works the plug in and out just a tiny bit, allowing me to get over the shock of cold and relax.
He presses a little harder as he plays now, easing the plug in deeper each time. And then, when I realize he’s going to keep going this time, I hold my breath.
Tyler says, “Breathe, Maddie, Relax,” as he strokes my spine with his fingertips again.
So I do. I let it out, and in that instant he presses hard, not giving up, and slips the plug in until my muscles widen, then clamp down on the thin ring of metal near the end.
Relief floods through my whole body, the pleasure replacing the pain as the fur tickles my ass. I wiggle, fully exploring the feeling as Tyler’s hand reaches in front of me, pulling my hands away from my pussy, and then holds my wrists together behind my back as he urges me to stand up straight.
He leans into my ear, kisses it, dropping my wrists. But I leave them in place as he reaches around to firmly grip both breasts.
“Yeah,” he says. “This is about to get fun.”
TYLER
I pinch her nipples tightly and she squeals and jumps. I slide my hands around her ribs to her back, never letting my touch separate from her skin. I unfasten the clasp on her bra and the fabric drops to the cold, hard concrete walkway. Her shoulders pinch together as she shivers a bit.
I turn her around to face me, and step back. Here’s what I see:
Her long, red hair is crowned with the tawny fox ears; her nipples are puckered and taut; she pulls the fox tail around the side of her hip to where it just obscures my view of her bare pussy, and slowly strokes the fur; oh, and she’s still wearing white, knee-high socks with red stripes around the top.
She shivers once again, rubbing her knees and thighs together partially in an attempt to keep warm and, based on the knowing expression she wears as she nibbles at her bottom lip, partially to make me lose My. Fucking. Mind.
“Meow,” she mewls out.
I close my eyes and swallow, my hands clenching into fists. “Mmmm,” I growl at her. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
She shrugs one shoulder and says, “Dunno. I don’t actually know the sound a fox makes, so I’m just going with kitten. Meow.”
My boots are off, my jeans are off, my jacket and t-shirt are off, and I spin her around, slamming her into the tunnel’s jagged rock wall. She gasps, then laughs and turns her cheek so that I can see her smile. I press into her, spreading her legs so my erection can slide in between them. I stroke myself back and forth, back and forth, not yet entering her, just letting the shaft skim along the lips of her pussy and get coated with her wetness.
I’m working the fox tail, too. Twisting the base, rotating it around inside her ass, pulling and pushing lightly as I do, and she whimpers, still fucking meowing as she does.
“You are a dirty fucking trick, you know that?” I whisper into her ear.
“Meow?” She says it like a question. Fuck her. It’s on.
I rip her hips back, lift the tail out of my goddamn way, twist a fistful of hair around my fingers, and slam myself into her.
Her scream echoes long and loud in the otherwise empty tunnel.
I pull her hair harder, drawing her neck further back as I hammer into her over and over again. She continues making her “meowing” sounds with each thrust, and I feel like I’m going to pass out from a lack of oxygen, because I keep forgetting to breathe.
I press into her, forcing her to straighten her body and go flush against the rock. My chest is flat upon her back and I can feel the soft fur of the fox tail on my thigh as I drive up and into her. One hand still fisting her hair, I place the other around her neck, just below her chin, and I can feel her pulse pounding in frantic time with my throbbing cock moving inside her. I squeeze her throat and she chokes out, “Yes.” I grip just enough for her to want it, but not enough to harm her.
Because I will never harm her. Not again. And I will never let her be harmed by anyone else. I will lay unforgiving waste to anyone who so much as sneezes too close to her and risks her catching a cold. I will rip off my own flesh and offer it in exchange for hers. I will walk through fire.
Whatever I have to do to see to it that she is safe, and happy, and free from pain, I will do. Whatever it takes. Whatever the cost. I will suffer for her, if there must be suffering. It will be a privilege.
She’s bending and lifting her knees, helping drive me into her as deeply as she can, the bouncing of her ass on my cock making the tail jounce and bounce along with it. As deep as we are underneath the world above, that’s how deeply I want to put myself inside her. The neon work-lights illuminating the uneven rocks around us cast broken shadows up and down the seemingly endless expanse of earth that disappears into blackness on either side.
“Does it feel good?” I moan out.
“Meow,” she groans back.
I smile and let go of her hair and throat, taking her by the hips once again, sliding myself out of her and turning her to face me.
“Where’d you go?” She pouts, her brow furrowing.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “This fox hunt isn’t over yet.”
She rolls her eyes. “You proud of that one?”
“Little bit,” I admit and grin. “I wanna see you. I wanna see your face,” I say.
She gets a darkly sexy grin and says, “Good.”
Now she pushes me back against the opposing wall and kisses my collar bone. She kisses my chest, as ever, taking her time with the traumatized skin that lives there. She reaches for my cock and massages it with her hand, still licking and kissing my stomach and chest, and—
“Fuck!” I shout. “That tickles!”
She steps back and blinks. “Seriously?” she asks.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because I just bit the shit out of your nipple. Like really hard. It… tickles?”
I shrug and raise my eyebrows.
“You’re unreal,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say back, proudly.
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“I know.”
I slap my hands on her ass and pull her to me, kissing her like a wild animal. I keep kissing as I play with her tail, moving it in and out of her asshole as she gasps and moans. I touch her face with my free hand and let my fingers find their way into her mouth. She sucks on them, still jerking wantonly on the hilt of my cock as I work the metal stem that’s in her ass back and forth, around and around.
Her breathing accelerates and she starts shaking. I know what this foretells. I’ve been with her enough now to know the exact moment she’s going to come. I yank my fingers free from her mouth, and let them work themselves up into her pussy, stroking the inside of her walls as I continue forcing the tail deeper into her ass.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” she squeaks out. I punish the walls of her pussy more urgently, work the metal at the end of the fur hanging between her legs a little harder, and suddenly…
She is squirting all over me.
All over my fingers, all over my legs, all over my stomach, and as I finger her harder, trying to snap off my own wrist in the process, she keeps drenching us both.
The wailing moan that comes from within her seems to last for minutes, and the amount of wetness that’s pouring from her onto me rivals what’s happening with the rushing river outside. And it’s even more beautiful.
“OK! OK! Whoa, whoa. I gotcha,” I say, as she begins collapsing to the floor and I hold her around the waist, lowering her carefully to the ground. Once she’s all the way down, she slaps at my hands, unconsciously, and I pull them away, palms up. She’s still twitching and shivering, still leaking out onto the concrete, and I’m still as hard as the rocks in the wall and still smiling like a maniac.
“Looks like we broke the dam.” I chortle.
She slaps the ground with her palm and says, “Fuck! Fuck me! What. The fuck. Was that?”
A thought runs through my mind. A joke actually. And I debate with myself for a second before saying it, I really do. Because the thing about being a smartass like I am is that I’m aware of the shit I’m saying, I just can’t help saying it. It’s not that I don’t know I’m probably gonna get myself in trouble when I open my mouth. I do. But I always weigh the consequences of what’s about to take flight from my lips, and then almost always decide that the risk is worth the cost.
So I take a breath, bend down close to her, stroke the hair half-covering her flushed and spent face, and say…
“I dunno. Maybe you could ask your mom.”