Yeah, you can do the talking, Seven thought to himself bitterly. You can explain how we got our asses kicked by an old fart in an antique bucket of bolts! But before he could place all the blame for the SNAFU on Frost, he remembered how, just a few hours earlier, he himself was scoffing at the “old fart.” It only added fuel to the burn of his humiliation.
I underestimated you today, old man. I won’t make that mistake again. Orders be damned, paycheck or not! Next time you’re in my sights … nobody’s gonna save you!
***
In the backseat of the Gus, Amber was going to be denied no longer. The kissing in celebration of their escape had only intensified her passion. After a few minutes, it was not enough to quench the fire that had smoldered inside her since that morning’s encounter. The tighter Tiger squeezed her, the more his tongue wrestled with hers, the more his hands explored the contours of her body … the more he’d stoked it into a raging inferno. She didn’t care that they were in the backseat of a shot-up Gus fleeing the scene of a gunfight. She didn’t care that Jocko was just mere feet away. Nothing mattered now except getting him inside her.
She pulled him up into a sitting position. Naked from the waist down, she threw her leg over his lap, straddling him. She gave him a naughty smile as she rose up, her hand moving down between their two bellies, finding the bulge trapped by his trousers. He moaned into her mouth as she caressed it with skill and craftiness. With a flip of her fingers, she popped open the lever on his cinch belt before ripping the Velcro fly open. With triumphant satisfaction, she saw immediately he was not going to balk on her this time. Wetness flooded her crotch at the realization that coupling was now inevitable. She waited patiently, as he slid the black jeans down past his ass and all the way to his calves. In the darkness, he gave her a smile. It was not only a smile of permission but mutual desire as well. He wanted this as much as she did.
Placing her hands on his strong shoulders, she raised herself up on her knees. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she pulled it up and over her head, exposing first that taut, flat belly, followed quickly by both sets of ripe, heavy breasts. All four now hung in front of his face like a juicy cluster of succulent fruit. Tossing the scrap of cotton aside, she kept her arms high, elbows out, her hands going to the sides of her head. Her fingers ran through that glorious mane of hair, pulling it up and back, the action causing her breasts to rise. It was a shameless act of self-advertising, but it was having the desired effect. His hands began to slide up her thighs toward her hips, moving calmly, but admittedly, with much restraint. He didn’t want to look the part of some horny, oversexed schoolboy. Leaning forward, putting those beautiful breasts right at his face, she dropped her hands down from her head and now cupped them for him, presenting first the top set and then the bottom. His hands now relieved hers, hefting them in his palms. He enjoyed their soft feel as he squeezed them gently. They had an almost perfect heft of them, just the right weight, well-rounded and substantial enough, but not overly heavy. Pulling the top left one to his lips, his tongue darted out, circling the nipple, teasing it. She let out a soft growl, savoring the pleasure of his mouth working its magic. Reaching a hand around the back of his head, she pulled his face harder into her chest, her body needing more, demanding more.
He would work at his own pace and not be rushed. With persistent patience, the nipple slipped passed his lips and fully into his mouth to be sucked, his tongue still working the tip of it. After giving it just the right amount of attention, he moved over to the right one, making sure it didn’t get left out. Once he had finished with the top set, he moved to the bottom.
When she could take no more, she lowered herself back down upon his lap, her vulva just barely brushing him. Impatiently, he thrust upwards, trying to enter her. But she’d anticipated this, and raised herself back up slightly, preventing his premature penetration. She smiled at him and shook her head. Not yet! Placing one hand on his shoulders for leverage, she reached down between her legs, grasping his shaft. Lowering herself back down ever so slightly she began to work the swollen head of his penis up and down the folds of her labia and against her clitoris. A shudder ran through him as the intense sensitivity of his glans being used as a stimulator was almost too much too take.
Somehow, he managed to endure, even getting past the sensitive part. He began to relax and enjoy himself, allowing her to mutually pleasure both. There was really not much else she could do, as she held him firmly in her grasp, preventing him from doing what instinct dictated. All the while, the wetness that coated him now was unbelievable. It was if she had a lube dispenser between her legs. It covered his genitals completely now, running down between his legs and the crack of his ass. As the pressure of his flesh against her button started building her
