Page 4 of Can't Stop
I sit on my knees, spit on her pussy, and pull her into me. She’s so fucking warm and wet as I push inside her. Her hands fly up to grip the rusty rail behind her as I lean over and drive my hips forward. Gravel, sticks, and weeds grate against her back, but she doesn’t seem to feel any of it. She’s too focused on the driving pain and pleasure between her spread thighs.
After a few minutes, I lose myself to the feeling as well. I’m even able to block out the creepy black eyes staring at me from that squirrel’s disheveled face. Rayna’s body becomes my sole focus, and I worship her in the woods.
“You need to make me come now,” she says after a long moan.
I drop my hand between us and rub her swollen clit with my thumb. “Is someone aching to get off already?” I ask through a smirk.
That’s when Van Gogh topples over, and I finally feel the vibrations rumbling through the ground.
“Something like that.” Rayna rolls her hips and sighs, completely unbothered by the fact that we’re about to become a greasy spot on the rails.
“Is that why you brought the fucking squirrel over? Because you knew this was a death sentence and you had to take him with us?”
She smirks, showcasing her beautiful, bloody smile.
“I don’t think I can do this, bones.”
It’s the truth. My cock practically retreats the moment the vibrations register in my knees. She may have zero sense of self-preservation, but personally, I’m kind of enjoying being alive. Mostly.
Sensing my sudden need to flee, Rayna rolls us over and climbs on top of me. She’s wrong, though. I won’t leave her on these tracks. She’d just start masturbating, determined to fulfill her own prophecy and arrive before the train. If I want both of us to make it out of this alive, I’ll need to get her off.
And I need to finish the job, too.
I grip her hips and urge her to ride me harder. I know what she needs in this position, and it’s totally up to her to get there. I’m just providing the cock.
“I’m so close,” she moans, and I reach up to pinch her nipples.
Her face contorts as the pain zips through her breasts and travels straight to her clenching pussy. Administering the pain helps me as well, causing my dick to jerk inside her as I edge closer to release.
“Fuck, I’m coming. Don’t stop.” Her movements lose any rhythm as she gives herself carpet burn on my pubic hair. Her pussy grips my dick in an iron fist, and I keep pinching the fuck out of her nipples to keep her there.
If it’s a good one, maybe she’ll let us both off the tracks, because I really don’t think I can get off right now. Not when the train is so close that I can hear it. The whistle wails in the distance, drawing closer with every panting breath we take.
Rayna collapses against my chest. I move to sit up, but she pushes me down again.
“We have to get off the tracks,” I say, but when I try to ease her off me, she pushes down on my lap.
“No, I’m not getting off the tracks until you get off!” She settles her weight again. “Now fucking fill me!”
“You’re insane, bones!”
“And you love it.” She rocks her hips, forcing my dick to harden inside her.
I can’t fucking help it. This is what she does to me.
I try to forget there’s a train coming as I focus on the warm heat squeezing my dick. The vibrations are stronger now. They’re so strong, in fact, that my teeth buzz in my skull whenever my head touches the track. But she won’t let me go until I’ve spilled what she’s working so hard to pull out of me.
“Hurry, baby,” she whispers in my ear. “We’re running out of time.”
Does she think I don’t realize that? Does she think she’s helping?
Maybe she is, because with the risk of imminent death coming at high speeds toward us, I fill her pussy. My eyes are glued to that distant space on the tracks, but my entire focus is on the place where I empty my soul into hers. The moment I finish, I throw her off me and grab her to haul her off the tracks. The train is pretty much here.
The metal monster breaks through the trees, moving deceptively slow. Again, it’s all a trick of the eyes. It’s probably going fast enough to dislocate every bone in our bodies. It’s close enough to see the conductor’s terrified eyes as he spots the tiny naked people stumbling over the ties, and that’s too close for comfort.
We stumble to safety, but Rayna and I turn and make the same realization as the train is practically upon us. Raul and Van Gogh still huddle among our clothes on the tracks.
I grab Rayna’s waist to stop her from bolting for her beloved friends.
