Page 38 of Hounded (Fire & Brimstone)

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Loren

Grabbing onto Indy’s hips, I slid him back, then reached to the waistband of my jeans, thumbing the button through its hole and letting down the fly.

Indy worked equally fast, kicking off his shoes and stripping out of his tight white pants before tossing them into the far corner of the truck bed. The strappy G-string I’d noticed earlier was now on full display, barely concealing his manhood behind a triangle of satin.

He grabbed my boots and yanked them off, then crept close to hover over me. After stealing a quick kiss, he hooked his fingers in my belt loops and yanked my jeans past my knees.

I sucked a breath as cool night air washed over my bare skin.

Indy restored warmth almost immediately, seating himself atop me so I could feel his erection against my stomach. He wiggled his ass over my hardening cock.

I groaned and pulled him to me before thrusting my hips upward. I needed friction. Proximity. I needed to be inside of him, filling his empty spaces the way he filled mine.

Indy’s eyes fixed on me. Those gorgeous golden orbs were more striking than the sun. “I’m gonna ride you, gorgeous.” He rolled his lips between his teeth. “I’m gonna take every inch of you and make you feel so fucking good.”

He dipped in, and I tipped my head back, baring my throat for his feather-soft kisses and nips against my skin.

God, I wanted him. I always wanted him.

When he drew back, I cupped his ass cheeks in both hands and dug my fingers in. His breath hitched, and his gaze turned sultry. Then, just as rapidly, his expression brightened like an actual light bulb had turned on above his head.

“Lube,” he said. “We need lube."

I glanced at the stack of totes beside us. Sex toys and accouterments were not among the things I’d bothered to pack or lug around with me these past few weeks, but Indy was already retreating.

“It’s this body’s first time, you know, and you’re—” his eyes angled toward my growing erection— “a lot.” He chased the targeted look with a smile. “I mean that in the best possible way. By all means, impale me.”

My chastising look merited a laugh from Indy as he sprung forward to peck a kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve got this.”

I removed my boxers as Indy crawled over to his discarded pants and fished into the pocket. Palming his keys, he sifted through them until he found what looked to be a squeeze bottle of hand sanitizer.

He returned and sat beside me, offering out the tiny, unicorn-shaped bottle.

I shook my head while cringing at the thought of rubbing alcohol all over my dick.

“It’s lube!” Indy popped the cap and dropped a dot onto his fingers. The liquid was milky pink and, as he demonstrated, surprisingly viscous. “And it’s bubblegum flavored.” He bounced his brows, then stuck those same fingers into his mouth and swirled them around in a way that made my cock pulse.

“Well, it’s going in your ass, so…”

“Sure is.” Indy smirked. “It’ll make a nice little treat for you later.”

My erection strained in the open air, and I groaned.

He held the bottle out once more, and I hesitated before taking the whole key fob in my hand. I frowned at the rubber horse stamped with the words “You’re Magical” before giving a scoffing snort.

Indy shimmied out of his underwear, then clambered onto my lap, leaving enough space for me to squirt out a bit of lube and coat my shaft with it. It smelled like bubblegum, too, tickling my nose.

The keys hit the metal truck bed with a clatter, and Indy scooted the rest of the way forward, pressing his dick against my belly. “Fuck me, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “I wanna feel you.”

I reached around behind him, and his hips canted forward as my lube-slicked finger teased his asshole. His breaths slowed to match mine as I pressed in. The gradual stretch as I entered drove a moan out of him.

I kissed him as I eased a second finger in. His legs twitched, and he squirmed as my hand moved deftly in and out. His hands found my shoulders, and he shifted ever so slightly, rising and falling as I worked his ass.

“More…” The word rushed out on his sigh. “Stretch me, baby. I can take it.”

Curling my fingers toward his prostate made him yelp. He clapped his hand over his mouth, stifling the next cry as I repeated the motion. Stroking while sliding in and out, I added a third digit.

The guttural sound that rumbled out of him flushed my body with heat.

With a final twist, I pulled out of him. He leaned back, chasing my touch until I grabbed his hips and tugged him forward. He rose onto his knees and straddled me as I cupped his side with one hand and used the other to guide my dick to his entrance.

He was loose enough, but still tight and hot as I eased in. The immediate cinching sensation wrung the air from my lungs until I was breathless and fully seated inside him.

Indy stuttered something indistinct, and his head tipped onto my shoulder. With his face beside mine, I could hear every swallow, hiss, and gasp. It was like music, a song I knew how to play. I sometimes thought I expressed myself best this way, more with actions than the words that often eluded me. I could love Indy with my body, with the skills I’d learned on my back. Jonathan meant it as a disparagement, but it gave me power here.

I thrust into Indy while peppering him with kisses. His cheeks, his lips, his forehead, his nose, until he was giggling between groans. Scooting forward, he wrapped his legs around my waist and rocked his hips against me.

His asshole clenched around my cock, and I whined .

“Oh, baby,” he said, his voice husky, “I like that sound.”

He tightened again, rising up then riding back down. The plunging strokes went from my dick to my brain, sparking like a live wire.

We found our rhythm, moving in tandem. It was like we both believed if we stayed connected, intertwined, that we could hold onto this moment, to these versions of ourselves.

Indy threw one arm across my back, pulling while pushing up, then gripped his dick with his other hand. Matching the tempo of his hips with his wrist, he worked his cock while I worked him.

The combined sensation proved too much a few strokes in. Indy released himself and clung to me instead, holding on with my cock sheathed in him.

His clawing, desperate grab made me groan, and I felt climax nearing. I took over for a final thrust, burying deep as I emptied. We stayed like that for a long moment, our chests heaving against each other and our skin damp with sweat.

When Indy started to pull away, I gripped his shoulder and anchored him in place. “I want you to finish,” I told him, “with me inside.”

Indy’s face flushed deeply red as he palmed his erection again. My cock filled him, and he rubbed his ass against me while stroking himself off.

I kissed him, slipping my tongue past his teeth. He moaned and mewled into my mouth, noises I consumed while his hand moved up and down along his length. Soon, the motion grew sloppy and erratic, and his breaths became rapid. He clenched around my cock and writhed as his load spurted onto my bare belly.

He sagged against me, giggling through the rush of euphoria. I held him, inhaled him, until my softened cock slipped out, and he sighed long and low.

After a lingering moment, I slid out from beneath Indy, then laid him down on the bed of the truck. He was dazed but cognizant enough to push onto his elbows and watch as I tucked his knees up then crawled between his legs, getting belly low on the cold steel.

“Bubblegum, huh?” I mused.

Indy’s eyelids fluttered and he let his head fall back. “Oh, fuck, I was kidding…” The statement trailed off into a nervous laugh, then went starkly silent when I pushed his thighs apart.

“Goddamn it, Lore…”

He snagged his fingers in my hair and pulled on my scalp, encouraging me to push into him. I started a bit higher, dragging my tongue from his smooth, hairless balls down to his taint. Cum dribbled out of his asshole, and I swiped my tongue across that next, savoring the bitter, musky taste mingled with saccharine sweet.

Indy shivered and tugged on my hair again as I licked around his rim then dipped inside. He bucked, but I splayed my hand on his stomach and pinned him in place. Softly suckling, I ate him out, reveling in the way his legs hugged against me and his breath came in hiccups.

When he called my name, I found his cock with my hand. He was hard again, needful for a second release. I gripped his shaft and stroked while I buried myself in him, tasting cum and bubblegum as he let out a keening cry .

He said my name again, jumbled in between curses and sputtering sounds. I withdrew and crawled on top of him, gathering him up and rolling him over so we lay on our sides facing each other. His head tucked under my chin as he pushed into me, breathing rabbit fast while I smoothed my hands down his back, bumping along his spine and over the subtle ridges of his ribs.

It occurred to me that this was ending. He would go like he always did, and I would be left with the version of him who barely knew me.

But he loved me already, and I loved him still. When everything else changed, that remained constant. That was what I wanted him to know, so I told him while the sun went dark and lights came on in the valley far below us.

I kissed his head, and he cried, wetting my chest with glistening tears. He sobbed until he fell asleep in my arms, and we lay in the growing dark while the cold air nipped at our naked flesh.

Indy didn’t stir when I pulled free of him and dressed in my boxers and jeans. I didn’t want to disturb him, and I wasn’t up to the task of stuffing his legs into those tight white pants, so I opened the topmost plastic tote in search of an alternative. After a bit of digging, a pair of my pajama bottoms and a cardigan came to hand. I eased him into PJs and cinched the tie around his slim waist, then wrapped him in the woolen sweater. He mumbled and shifted but didn’t wake as I loaded him into the cab of the truck.

On the drive back to Trailer Trove, I busied my brain with thoughts of anything but Indy. That proved difficult with him curled up on the bench seat beside me, making the truck interior smell like bubblegum and fresh sex. But something else nagged at me—someone. The demoness I’d left behind almost twenty-four hours earlier. My foul-tempered mistress whose calls I had ignored in favor of tending to Indy. She was waiting, and all this delay was only giving her time to consider all the ways she would ruin me for refusing her.

I palmed over my cellphone in my jeans pocket, half-expecting it to ring right then. But it was quiet, ominously so.

Indy slept until we arrived at the trailer park, where he threw his arms around my neck so I could carry him from the gravel lot to the Airstream. I fumbled with the door, bumping it open with my hip, then hooking my heel around to tug it closed.

I ferried Indy to the bed and laid him down, then pulled the sheets up to his chin. More than anything, I wanted to slide in beside him. He’d asked me to come home, invited me back. But when his memory failed, and he woke up tomorrow next to a stranger, I wouldn’t know what to say.

I stalled, fussing with the comforter and making sure the pillow was fluffed when Indy’s metallic eyes cracked open. I braced for alarm or shock but, instead, he grinned.

“Hey, Legs. What’re you doing here?”

He’d forgotten. I’d expected it but couldn’t possibly have prepared for it. Bitter reality stabbed like a knife into my heart.

It was a risk to stroke his cheek, but my hands craved him. One evening of intimacy was not enough to sate my desire or salve my loneliness .

“You dozed off,” I murmured while thumbing over an errant curl. “Long day.”

Indy pushed up to peer past me at the dark trailer. “And you just let yourself into my house?”

That hurt, too, because the house was ours earlier. “We” and “home” had gone together. Now, they were worlds apart.

In the absence of my reply, Indy’s smile turned crooked before he added, “Stalker.”

I took another chance—I couldn’t help myself—and bent in to kiss his forehead. It scrunched beneath my lips, and I pulled back to find him frowning.

“Get some sleep,” I told him and turned, needing to hide the tears I felt brewing.

Indy called after me. “Where are you going?”

My cellphone was like a lead weight in my pocket, containing text messages I hadn’t read and voicemails I hadn’t listened to. I wouldn’t, either. Whatever spite and vitriol Moira had for me, I was about to get it from her directly.

“I have to check in at work,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Really?”

I’d said it only half-thinking, or perhaps wholly hoping. But he’d told me to stay, to be with him, and I was too tired of being without him to resist anymore.

I glanced toward where he sat on the mattress. His curls were mussed, and his head was cocked, quizzical.

“If that’s all right,” I said.

His head tipped to the other side, and he blinked in that avian way. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Okay. But you’re on the couch.”

Relief washed over me as I nodded.

“And we’re gonna talk in the morning,” he tagged on.

I nodded again.

I was tired of talking, but I owed him this. Tomorrow, in the morning, I would tell him about Nero, Moira, and Whitney. I would tell him about the phoenix hunt. And I would tell him about us.