Kat
Being this clean feels so wrong, it’s almost dirty.
I’m not used to waking up so well rested, or in such a comfortable bed. I yawn, stretching like a kitten in the sunshine, and find Jason’s chiseled body beneath the sheets next to mine.
Embracing my newfound lazy feline status, I practically purr. Awake, Jason is tall enough and looks “don’t-fuck-with-me” enough that he can be a little intimidating. Asleep, he’s practically a teddy bear.
It’s not often that you get the chance to catch a guy like him with his guard down. It’s a dangerous world we live in, after all. But a hot shower, a good night’s sleep, and a hard, passionate fuck with my safe house’s host seem to be all that it requires to get Jason’s guard down.
Speaking of our host, Kristen is nowhere to be seen. But she’s left us with a black duffle bag with supplies in the corner and more orgasms than we can count. That’s pretty good hospitality even by old-world standards.
In a world where most people are just as happy to murder us where we stand and loot our corpses for everything we’ve got as they are to wave good morning, this is the goddamn VIP treatment.
For once, it feels like things are finally looking up.
As my eyes trail down Jason’s body, it looks like something else is looking up too. Big Jason might still be fast asleep, but little Jason? Little Jason is standing hard, thick, and ready, pitching such a sizable tent beneath the sheet that continuing to call it Little Jason feels deceitful and wrong.
Jason’s dick is a fucking weapon—locked, loaded, and ready to be fired at will.
I can’t even help myself. I reach for it as if on instinct, my greedy fingers ready to pump that gorgeous piece of man meat until I make him fire his cum cannon all over these nice, clean bed sheets.
But just as my hand wraps around the rock-hard thickness of Jason’s dick, I hear Jason growl like a wild fucking animal. His eyes open fiercely, and he grabs my wrist so hard I’m momentarily afraid he’s going to snap it then and there beneath his big, strong hands.
We stay like that for a second, both of us frozen, hearts pounding, holding our breath.
Jason breathes out first. Gratefully, I follow suit.
“You shouldn’t startle a man awake like that,” Jason says, forcing a laugh. He yanks my wrist and pulls me on top of him, claiming my mouth in a kiss.
He’s minty. Fresh. You don’t realize what a luxury toothpaste is after wondering if you’re going to go without it for a while.
It makes my tongue feel pleasantly tingly when Jason slips his between my lips.
“You taste like cunt,” he says, grinding his cock against my pussy with only the sheet between us.
“I wouldn’t mind if you tasted like cunt, too, you know,” I tease, grinding right back.
It feels so fucking good to just feel safe for a while, like nothing’s about to get you and nothing’s about to go wrong.
Of fucking course, it can’t last.
There are keys on top of the bag of supplies Kristen has left us. Inside it is enough water to last us several days. Food for a week, if we ration it. To my surprise, there’s also a bottle of moonshine.
“Wow,” I say, holding it up for Jason to admire. “We must have fucked her pretty good last night.”
“I recall you doing most of the fucking,” Jason says, taking the keys in his thick fingers. “Have a swig, Kat, baby. You’ve earned it. Besides, looks like I’m driving.”
The moonshine is dark and tastes like caramel gasoline. It burns all the way down. It’s been so long since I’ve had hard liquor, I end up coughing like some kind of lightweight after just one swig.
It makes Jason laugh at me.
Normally, I’d mind. I’d get offended or some shit. But Jason has a nice laugh, and these days, you take your amusement where you can get it.
Enjoy it while you still can.
The keys go with some kind of modded-out Trans Am. It has a hazard-orange body, although between the doors, the hood, and the trunk, it’s a total ROY G. BIV situation. Every color of the rainbow.
It might have been a firebird once, in another lifetime. Now, when Jason turns the key in the ignition, it runs, and that’s all anyone can ask of it.
As I slide into the passenger side next to him, I tuck my slender legs up beneath me on the worn leather of the seat. The road before us is long and full of potholes. Barely a road at all, really.
But the sunrise is still staining the horizon Bloody Mary red. The day is still cool, with plenty of day ahead of us. And the moonshine has settled in my stomach nicely.
I’m curled up there like a sleeping kitten. It’s a reminder that people can still be good, and the world can still be okay—that we’re only a hot shower and a good night’s sleep away from feeling human again.
“Let me blow you,” I say, turning to Jason after a while.
Jason yawns, then looks over at me and smiles. “You’ve got a one-track mind, Kat, babe,” he says.
But that doesn’t stop him from leaning the seat back a little and reaching down beneath the steering wheel to get his cock out of his jeans.
I’ll never get tired of seeing this man hard. Like, holy shit. It makes me wet just looking at him.
I pounce on that big, ten-inch cock like a woman starved, and there’s only one thing that can satisfy me. My lips stretch around it, wet and happy to accommodate his iron-hot thickness as it slides against my tongue.
“Goddamn,” Jason breathes shakily. “You suck cock like a dream.”
“Don’t fall asleep, honey,” I tease him as I pop his cock out of my mouth. A long strand of saliva connects my lips and his big, fat cockhead.
I’m ready to slurp it back up and go back down on him ASAP. “We’ve got a looooong road ahead.”
But just as I’m about to swallow that bad boy up and force the entire length of him down my throat again, I see something black out of the corner of my eye.
Dark.
Sinister.
It’s moving so fast that by the time Jason sees it, there’s not even a chance to wrench the steering wheel and turn the car away.
The van T-bones us so hard my window shatters, showering me with the sharp little snowfall of broken glass.
We’ve been caught.