Authors: Lucian Bane,Aden Lowe
Tags: #Bdsm, #Erotica, #Literature & Fiction
“Oh God, baby,” he whispered when I was finally coming down from that parallel universe. “I needed that so fucking bad, needed to make you forget, make me forget. Baby you don’t…”
But I was already on my knees before him, yanking his pants down to his knees. “Like hell I don’t,” I gasped, devouring his silky rock-hard cock like a saint at the last supper. Blasphemy Tara, that’s sick. Mmmm. No, not sick, divinity. I cupped his balls, taking him fast and deep, wanting to bring him
while I had the precious chance
” he gasped, fingers latched obliviously in my hair, gripping tight as he pumped faster. His strong hands gripped the sides of my head as he choked down a growl, his hot seed hitting my palate, tongue and back of my throat. I raked my hand along warm abs, feeling the muscles roll like a sea of steel gripped by the pulsating pleasure.
“Oh God, yes,” I gasped, grateful I’d made it.
Lucian dropped to his knees next to me and took my face in his hands, kissing the naughty all over my mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ baby,” he whispered, sounding dumbfounded.
“Here,” Lucian called, wiping my face with his bare forearm and helping me right my clothes before tending to his. “Just…relieving ourselves.”
“Well don’t do that exactly next to our bedroom if you don’t mind,” Preacher grumbled.
“Not that…kind of relieving.” Lucian cleared his throat. “Sorry. TMI.” He led me around the tarp and my stomach rumbled with hunger at seeing fish speared at the end of a stick!
“How…” I looked from him to a grinning Becca.
“He is a
Becca’s dark ebony eyes smoldered with more than just the campfire’s vigorous flames.
“I see that. God, I’m starving.”
Preacher’s laughter boomed out. “Nearly dying has a way of making you famished. I know.” His gravelly voice made the darkness all around feel safer, along with the warmth of Lucian’s possessive arm around my waist, holding me close to him next to the fire on the ground. I suddenly longed for the privacy of a tent. Just to lay in Lucian’s arms. I smacked my face at the all too familiar sting of a kindred mosquito.
“Here you go,” Bella tossed me the repellent.
“Use sparingly, remember,” Preacher said, kneeling with his knife over his catch.
I squirted a small amount into my palm and rubbed it on my exposed skin, wincing where the chemical soaked into a scrape or cut or bite that I’d scratched raw. Then we found a spot to sit while Preacher cooked our fish over the fire. We’d saved the cookware at least and Lucian and I shared a plate of fish, mmming like two primitive people in the Wild West. But it was
good. The taste of fish was strong but clean and though I wasn’t normally a big fish person, I was sure this moment was going to create quite a hankering in me.
I paced beneath the flag again, studying every angle. Fuck this waiting bullshit, we needed to leave already. “I don’t see anything. Lift me up.”
Preacher stooped down like he’d just been waiting for me to make up my mind. Once again with my feet locked around the trunk of his body, he stood. I lifted the material, and yelled, causing Preacher to jump back, nearly throwing me from his shoulders save the iron clamp of his hands on my legs. “Jesus Bane, what!”
“Shit, there’s something under the flag.”
“Something…taped. Duct taped. That fucker’s going to have every one of these rigged with something.”
“Use this,” Tara stretched a stick toward me and I took it.
“Go slow,” I told Preacher as he approached again.
“You don’t have to tell
” he muttered, sidling toward the flag, my stick leading the way.
“Good enough, that’s good.” I struggled to lift the flag and get a better look at what the hell was under it. “What the hell is it?”
“Just…go slow,” Preacher said.
“A hair closer, just lean a little.” Stupid stick kept slipping around whatever was beneath the flag. “Lean an inch more.”
“Oh God, be careful,” Tara gasped.
“Bane, stop with this torture ballet,
lean an inch more.”
I finally got a look. “It’s…a fucking candy bar, a fucking Hershey’s bar. Get me closer.” I carefully pulled the candied blue flag down. “Got it.”
Preacher lowered to his knees and I climbed off showing all of them. “A fucking candy.” I un-taped it becoming once again aware of all the little injuries in my body that you get from nearly going over waterfalls. Not to mention the buried stick under the mossy Earth I’d slept on all night long. Preacher looked at the map while I opened the candy and broke it into four even pieces.
“It’s not showing on the map but the terrain is changing,” he said. “Uphill. I don’t know for how long but I do know it’s going to be difficult.”
I handed Becca and Tara their pieces and then Preacher, who took it and examined it. Sniffed it. “Don’t eat it!” His voice boomed out with his hand toward Becca. He threw the candy on the ground. “Unless you want diarrhea for the next few hours. This smells like that chocolate laxative stuff old people take.”
Tara wondered the name of the product aloud.
I wondered briefly how he’d be so acquainted with such a thing as we all threw the candy down. I put my arm around Tara who loudly mourned and grumbled over the near snack. “Bastard is playing dirty, isn’t he?” I eyed Preacher, looking for signs of what he was really thinking.
“Let’s just get our little caravan on the trail. I want to make it to the next flag, dry and before dark if possible so I can hunt a decent meal.” He nodded at me. “Lead the way chief.”
I looked around then at the compass on my wrist. “That way.” I pointed north-east and grimaced. “Looks like we’ll be hacking through more dense shit. Only uphill.”
We all shouldered what few provisions we had left. As glad as I was for a lighter load, I was not happy that we’d lost our food rations and some of the other important items that could have come in handy. We couldn’t carry as much water now, having lost most of our extra bottles. At least we still had our soup cans. And when were we going to get more supplies?
We followed Preacher, stopping periodically to check the map and the compass before readjusting and continuing. Still uphill. Fucking mountain of all things, really? I put my hand on Tara’s ass, helping push her up as often as opportunity allowed, glad for the tiny bit of pleasure that afforded me. Huffing and puffing for the first hour was all you could hear before we happened upon a small stream.
“Fucking break,” Preacher gasped, dropping his load. “Time to make a choice. Drink unboiled water or go dry. I’m taking the chance, but you’ll each have to decide for yourselves.”
I followed his lead, all of us going for the stream. “Water’s good.” Loud slurps followed Preacher’s gasped proclamation and we all fell to our knees and drank. God was it ever good.
“Mmmm,” Tara sighed. “Water never tasted so good.” She finally straightened with a loud groan while sitting on her ankles, wiping her hand across her forehead. “How much further you think…to the flag?” Her eyes remained closed as she caught her breath.
I took the map from my front pocket and carefully unfolded it. Already it was about to tear and parts of it were faded. We needed to protect the damn thing. “My guess is maybe three more miles.”
“Three!” The word squeaked out in exasperation. “That’s like ten in this crazy terrain!”
“Not so bad I think.” Becca stood, looking refreshed and ready to jog the rest of the way.
I stood and nodded at her, helping Tara to her feet. “I take it this jungle is like home to you?”
She eyed me with an accusing look. “Are you suggesting I am accustomed to living like an animal in a jungle because I am black and from Africa?”
“What?” I laughed a little, amused. “No, I just meant—“
“Baby, you feeling okay?” Preacher’s words were soft but well heard.
She jerked to him. “Must I be ill to reprimand a person for speaking prejudicially?”
“No,” he mumbled, “but it’s not like you to take offense so quickly.”
“Quickly? Offense has a velocity and momentum, does it? I would agree and say that you are barreling towards my anger at a rocket’s rate.”
Preacher rubbed a hand over his bald head and looked at me. “We’re taking thirty.”
Becca balked. “We don’t have time to take—“
“Thirty!” Preacher grabbed her hand and pulled her with him as he stalked off. Becca followed with many rapid foreign syllables that had me and Tara looking at each other with wide, curious eyes.
Glad to be alone, I pulled Tara into my arms and hugged her tight.
“I stink,” she whispered.
“Me too,” I whispered back.
“I’m hungry,” she said.
“Me too.” I kissed along her neck. “If I could fuck you at this moment I’d forget all about food.”
“Ugh, we stink!” Like she was upset I forgot that part.
“I never said I wanted to eat you, I just want to shove my cock in you over and over until you’re clawing my skin to keep from screaming.”
“Oh God,” she moaned weakly. “No fair. And is it seriously three more miles you think?” She kissed at my sweaty neck now.
“Seems like it, yes.” I held her head, closing my eyes, letting her. “Suck it.”
She moaned and sucked the muscle with a ferocity that drew blood to the surface of my skin while weakening my knees.
“You taste so good,” she gasped after a few moments. “Salty. Your sweat is…perfect to my taste buds. I must be crazy.”
“Yes, you must be,” I laughed and looked around. “Let’s go hide,” I said.
“No time for that Bane,” Preacher’s voice startled us. “Sorry, we need to go. Got a bad feeling.”
“Like what?” I picked up the back-pack and slid it on while he did the same, looking around.
“Not sure. Just do.”
For the next hour we walked in silence, nothing but the familiar sound of labored breathing as we continued the trek up the mountain. Bored to tears, I began studying the sounds of our breaths, making distinctions and imagining super hero scenarios that might require me to save a life by the data. The heat was oppressive and the air was non-existent causing sweat to roll down every inch of my body and collect in my boots. When the odd data collection grew boring, a past joke surfaced to rescue me. “So,” I began loud enough for all of them to hear. “Once there’s a man who was talking to God. ‘God, how long is a thousand years?’ God answered, ‘A thousand years is a day to me.’ The man says, ‘How much is a million dollars to you?’ God answered, ‘A million dollars is like a penny.’ The man smiled and said, ‘Well can I have a penny?’ God smiled back and said, ‘Sure. In a minute.”
The joke earned me a few snorts and a snicker, but that was plenty to egg me on. “I got a good one,” I said. “One day, Jesus, Moses, and an old man go golfing right? First one to tee off is Moses. He smashes the ball and it heads right for the water hazard before the green. Moses raises his club, the water parts, and the ball makes it to the green. Next, Jesus gets up to swing, cranks it out, and it heads for the water hazard too. Jesus closes his eyes and prays, the ball skips across the water and lands on the green two feet from the hole. Now it’s the old man's turn. He comes over and drives the ball. The ball looks like it is going to drop directly into the water. A fish jumps from the water swallowing the ball, as an eagle drops from the sky, grabbing the fish. The eagle flies over the green, a bolt of lightning strikes the eagle, and it drops the fish. The fish hits the green, it spits out the ball and the ball falls into the hole, making a hole in one. Then Jesus looks at Moses and says, "I’m leaving dad home next time.”
That earned a round of laughter.
“Okay, I have one,” Tara said, huffing as we climbed. “Two nuns were riding their bicycles down the street. The first nun says, ‘I've never came this way before.’ The second nun says, ‘Yeah, it's the cobblestones.’”
We all let our laughter rip after a few seconds then Tara chuckled. “Why did God create alcohol?”
“Why?” I asked.
“So ugly people could have sex, too.”
We all laughed and Preacher said, “I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off. I immediately ran over and said ‘Stop! Don't do it!’ ‘Why shouldn't I?’ he said. I said, ‘Well, there's so much to live for.’ ‘Like what?’ he asked. ‘Well ... are you religious or atheist?’ He said, ‘Religious.’ ‘Me too. Are you Christian or Jewish?’ ‘Christian,’ he said. ‘Me too. Are you Catholic or Protestant?’ ‘Protestant.’ ‘Me too. Are you Episcopalian or Baptist?’ I asked. ‘Baptist.’ ‘Wow! Me too! Are you Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the Lord?’ ‘Baptist Church of God,’ he said. ‘Me too! Are you Original Baptist Church of God, or are you Reformed Baptist Church of God?’ ‘Reformed Baptist Church of God.’ ‘Me too! Are you Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1879, or Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915?’ ‘Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915!’ he answered. At that point, I pushed him off the bridge and yelled, ‘Die, you heretic scum!’”
Another round of laughter and it was Becca’s turn. “What is the fastest animal in Ethiopia?”
“The gazelle?” Tara said.
“No. The chicken.”
Becca chuckled at the laugh that got. “I have another. “Three guys were in the jungle and were captured by a wild tribe. When they get to the camp, the chief says, ‘We will let u live, if u can do a task. If you fail, we will kill you. The first thing you need to do is get ten fruit, any fruit, then come see us.’ So the first guy comes back with ten apples, and the chief says, ‘Now, shove them all up your ass without making a sound.’ So the guy gets to the third apple and he grunts, so they kill him and his soul floats up to heaven. Now the second guy comes back with ten grapes and the chief says the same thing. So the guy gets in nine grapes then he suddenly bursts out laughing. So they kill him, and his soul floats up to heaven. When he gets up there the first guy asked, ‘Why did you start laughing, you almost made it?’ The second guy says, ‘I would have, but I laughed when I saw the other guy coming back with pineapples.’”