In The Company Of Monsters

Afternoon Delight

Blair led Victor down the hallway, back to the empty room they’d found earlier. She pulled him along with both hands. He chuckled at her unbridled enthusiasm and enjoyed the ride.

She knew they were in a horrible situation, but there wasn’t a lot she could do about that. At least, not yet. For now, she needed to feel good again. And orgasms had a great way of making her feel good. Sometimes simple pleasures are the best.

They had reached the door. She paused to kiss him and run her fingertips across his stubble, down the hard line of his jawline. Yeah, this was what she needed.

She pulled him inside and closed the door behind them with a kick. She dropped her purse, and he tossed his revolver on the low table. Victor was on her, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his lips on hers. She returned the kiss, running her hands through his hair. As he moaned and she felt him get hard against her belly, she whispered in his ear.

“Fuck foreplay.” She broke away and stripped off her top, then her bra. Her full breasts commanded his attention, as always. His hands went to them, cupping their weight. While he was distracted, she unbuttoned his shirt, then unfixed his belt. She pulled it free of his pants and threw it behind her.

Victor focused on her nipples, pinching them and twisting slightly. Her mouth hung open from the feelings, but she wanted something more. Her fingers found his zipper, slid it down. His pants fell loose and he stepped out of them, now naked. She felt his hardness jabbing against her thigh, and she grabbed her skirt and yanked it down and off.

Both naked, they took comfort in each other’s bodies. She pounced on him, knocking him back on his ass as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She looked down into his eyes, not ashamed to let him see her hunger.

“My wicked little habit,” he hissed.

“Hush,” she said and draped one hand over his face, sliding it down to cover his mouth, taunting him. She pushed back against him, sliding herself just over his very hard cock. He surged up against her, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Yeah, ok, ok,” she muttered. She reached down, and guided him inside her. They both groaned at the hot wet pleasure. She pushed back against his chest, and settled herself back on him.

Victor’s eyes clamped shut, savoring this delight. “Mmmm...” he moaned.

She slid forward, then back. Slowly, rhythmically. Her fingertips traced up his chest, her nails teasing. Forward again, then back, impaling herself on him. She felt him get even bigger inside her, and the fullness was deliciously painful. She slid forward again, grinding against him, and reached for his nipples, pinching them tightly.

“Ah!” he cried out. “Bad girl...”

Blair’s lips turned up in a delighted smile. Bad was her favorite role.

“The cuffs are in my purse...” she offered.

Victor grinned. “Heh. Get ‘em.”

Blair kept up her rhythm against him. “Uh uh. You want them, you get them.”

“In a second...” he said, not wanting to do anything but soak up this feeling. Eyes still closed, he focused on the incredible sensations Blair’s body brought him. So delicious...

Blair started to reply, then stopped. Her face went blank. She cocked her head slightly as a strange sensation washed over her. The previous moment’s rapture slipped far away. In its place, a calm, deliberate intensity took over. Her eyes darted to the table and the revolver. She reached for it. The cold metal felt great in her hand, contrasting with the warmth between her legs.