Page 19 of Can't Stop
“Mike is a married man! Leave his penis alone!” the woman squeals through the speaker. When she speaks again, her voice is muffled. “Get down there, Francis. Stop them! You mustn’t let that man soil our son’s clean dove!”
Dalton grips my hair and hastens my tempo on his cock. “Oh, are you worried I’ll get her dirty? You’re a little late, dear. She’s already fucking filthy.”
“And I’m no dove, bitch.” I moan, then deep throat Dalton until I’m gagging on his girth.
He lets out a low groan that sends a shock of pleasure straight between my legs. I release the corpse cock and begin removing my shorts.
“I want you. I want you now,” I say as I drop back on the bed made of bodies. Cold flesh rushes toward my skin, dampening my warmth and making me hotter all at once. “Fuck me, Dalton.”
“No!” the woman screams, but it’s too late.
Dalton has already dropped to his knees and rammed his face between my legs. I love it when he eats me out, but he knows we don’t have time to focus on pleasure. He’s just ensuring he doesn’t ram into me dry. Because he understands the plan, and he’s playing along, just as I asked.
Within minutes, we’ll either escape from this hell . . . or die trying.
Chapter Ten
Dalton
Keeping my erection is a monumental task as I stare down at Rayna. She isn’t the problem, though. She’s perfection, with her dark hair and the fire in her eyes and the way her breasts swell with each breath she takes. The taste of her salty-sweet pussy still clings to my lips, which is definitely helping.
The dead bodies? Not so much.
I line myself up outside her entrance as I pretend a dead man isn’t glaring right into my soul. His grey-green eyes stare sightlessly, but I feel like he’s scrutinizing my every move.
Leaning forward, I turn his head toward the wall, and the woman’s screeching rains down from the ceiling. She yells something about my unclean hands, but I can’t hear her through the melee occurring around her. It sounds as if a brawl has broken out above us.
“Good,” Rayna moans. “Let them tear each other apart while you tear me apart.”
Oh, fuck. When she talks like that, she turns my dick into fucking rebar. I want nothing more than to pound into her until she’s forced to beg me to stop, but there is still the issue of the dead people. It doesn’t help that I feel cold fingers on my thigh as I scoot closer.
My eyes land on that warm place between Rayna’s legs, and my will returns. If I have to rub against dead people to get me a little closer to heaven, so fucking be it. Besides, if we want them to rush down here so that we can fight, we have to give them a good reason.
And I think that’s exactly what Rayna wants.
Gripping her thighs, I raise Rayna’s ass and slide her entrance against the head of my aching cock. She arches her back, begging for me to enter her as her breasts jiggle from the movement. With a sharp yank, I impale her.
“Fuck!” she cries. Her fingers fly to her nipples, and she gives them a rough squeeze.
I lower my hand to her clit, but she pushes me away with a shake of her head.
“Use Mike,” she says with a devious glint in her eyes. “Make me come with Mike’s hand, Dalton.”
“Oh, bones, you sick little fuck.”
The smile on my face is completely contrived. If we weren’t in this situation, I would argue with her. Yeah, she’d get her way in the end, regardless, but I have to put up a stink. Because this is just so far out of my comfort zone. But needs must, so I reach into the pile of bodies and pull up a hand.
On the third try, I find fingers that aren’t as badly decomposed as some of the others. This is a feat, seeing how I’m currently fucking the shit out of Rayna as I search with only my hands. I really don’t want to see Mike’s face as I use his icy fingers to pleasure my girlfriend.
With each thrust into Rayna, I yank on the arm until it drapes over her stomach. I’m fairly certain I dislocated Mike’s shoulder in the process, but I’ll apologize later. I press the fingers against her clit, and her back arches off the body pile.
“The temperature difference . . . fuck, it’s amazing,” she moans. “You’re going to make me come so hard!”
She screams this last bit, and that silences the speaker overhead. Bumps and bangs still reach us, but they’ve pulled the woman away from the mic, at least. Now it’s a race.
Because I know my bones.
“You better fill me before they get down here,” she whispers with a devilish smirk.
