DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (25 page)

With her groans came the immediate reward of the warm cum against her tongue. As soon as she felt him cum, she buried her mouth on the shaft, allowing his cum into her throat. As her eyes rolled from the earth shattering orgasm, the man pulled his cock form her mouth.

“One more, and then it’s over,” Ryan said softly.

Surprised at her elevated arousal, Meghan opened her eyes and stared at the wall as the man stepped aside and the third man stepped in front of her. With a strange level of an almost disappointment that this was going to end, she took a shallow breath and smiled. As the man unzipped his zipper and pulled his cock from his pants, Meghan pressed her hands against her now very sore knees.

“I almost collapsed from that orgasm, it was intense,” she said over her shoulder.

“I’m sure it was. It’s almost over,” Ryan responded from behind her, his cock still inside of her and his hands on her hips.

“I almost don’t want it to end,” Meghan admitted.

“Neither do I, Meghan,” Ryan paused and inhaled a deep breath.

“Neither do I,” he repeated.

“Last one,” Meghan smiled as she wrapped her mouth around his cock.

Deciding to attempt to repeat the process, Meghan sucked as eagerly as she could. Almost immediately, she felt the man’s cock begin to swell in her mouth. Ryan pounded inside of her pussy with abandon, and his hands slid to her breasts. As he forcefully pounded himself in and out of her soaking wet pussy, he began to squeeze her breasts in his hands and pull downward on her nipples. A feeling of shock traveled through her body from her nipples to her clit.

Simultaneously, as Meghan started to climax, she felt Ryan’s cock begin to swell inside of her. As it swelled against the inner walls of her vaginal canal, she reached a level of climax that shook her legs. As Ryan groaned, she buried her mouth on the cock of the Asian man. Her eyes rolled as she felt the pulsation of the cock in her mouth and his cum squirt down her throat. As she groaned in ecstasy, she felt Ryan’s cum shoot against her cervix.

A feeling of elation filled her as Ryan groaned. Knowing that he was pleased with her, and that she had completed the task that he had placed in front of her, pleased her. The thought of Ryan cumming inside of her filled Meghan with a level of pleasure that she had not felt for years. As the man’s cock fell from her mouth, Ryan’s cock slid from inside of her. Slowly she pressed her hands against her knees and stood.

“Oh my God. My legs are done. God that was exhausting,” Meghan gasped as she stood and turned to face Ryan.

She reached over Ryan’s shoulders and embraced him, exhausted. As she hugged him, she felt grateful that she had met him, regardless of the circumstances surrounding their having met. He was, by all accounts, exactly what she always wanted and felt that she needed. She leaned away from his shoulder and looked up into his eyes.

“That last orgasm. God, I thought it was going to kill me,” Meghan sighed.

“Fuck it. You’re going to die anyways,” Ryan’s mouth formed a smirk as he spoke.

As Meghan scrunched her brow and looked at Ryan confused, she heard a familiar sharp
click.
Quickly, Ryan’s arm rose to her shoulder level, and she felt a scratch against her neck. As she raised her hands to rub the itch on her neck, Ryan stepped back and smiled. Meghan smiled in return as her fingers fumbled along the base of her neck. The smile quickly turned to a frown, followed by a look of despair.

As Meghan pulled her hands from her neck and looked at her fingers, she collapsed into a puddle of blood that had dripped from her breasts and elbows. As she lay on the floor, dying in a pool of her own blood, Ryan stepped over her body. She attempted to rotate her head and see where he was going, but was incapable of moving. As she pressed her hands to her neck, and gasped her final living breaths, she blinked her eyes in wonder.

And the last thing she heard was another familiar sound.

The door closed.

And the door lock mechanism clicked.

CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE

GRADUATION DAY.

TWENTY- NINE.
“
Ladies and gentlemen, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, friends and associates, I present to you the graduating class of 2012
,” the announcement echoed throughout the auditorium.

As the children hugged their respective parents, friends, and family members, Ryan watched the girl work her way through the crowd. As she approached the rear of the auditorium, he walked toward the exit closest to him, paying close attention to the movements of the girl through the overfilled auditorium. Dressed in her graduation gown and holding her cap, she closely resembled every other girl in the crowd.

Ryan watched as the girl walked to the exit, pressed her hands against the door, hesitated, and looked back into the auditorium. After a moment’s wait, she turned to face the door again. As she pushed the door open on the other side of the auditorium, Ryan opened the door at the opposite end and walked outside, clutching the gym bag in his hand as he attempted to follow her across the courtyard unnoticed.

Staying approximately one hundred feet behind the girl as she walked toward the parking lot, Ryan watched as she approached a twenty year old Honda Prelude and started to unlock the door. As she fumbled to insert the key in door’s lock cylinder, she glanced attentively around the parking lot.

Ryan increased his pace as she opened the door. Nervously, he scanned the parking lot for witnesses. Seeing no one within eye shot, he increased his walking speed to an almost jog toward the car as the girl rolled down the window. As he stepped to the driver’s door of the car, the girl was unsuccessfully attempting to start the car.

“You little piece of shit, start. Come on.
Start
,” the girl pleaded as she cranked the engine of the car over. As the engine cranked, the battery became weaker, turning the engine slower and slower.

Softly Ryan spoke, trying not to startle the girl, “Excuse me, are you having problems?”

The girl turned to face Ryan quickly, startled by his voice. As she looked out of the vehicle’s window and up into Ryan’s eyes, he immediately noticed the similarities between her and her mother. As she made eye contact, she stopped trying to start the car.

“Sometimes it doesn’t want to go. It’ll start in a minute,” she smiled as she spoke.

“Well. I have something for you,” Ryan raised the gym bag, feeling considerably more nervous than he expected.

“Excuse me? You don’t know me. Are you a cop?” the girl asked as she looked down at Ryan’s shoes and back up at his face.

“No. I am not a police officer,” Ryan took a step away from the car as he spoke, attempting to make the girl more comfortable with his presence.

“Are you Jessica Rodriguez?” Ryan stood beside the car, holding the gym bag in his right hand.

“Who wants to know? Is this about my mother?” the girl asked as she watched Ryan step away from the car.

“Well, yes. In a sense, I suppose,” Ryan fumbled with his choice of words.

The girl opened the door and stepped out of her car, now standing between Ryan and her car.

“I’ll do my best to explain. I’m quite wealthy. I learned of your mother’s disappearance through a friend of a friend. I know that you’re an only child, and you’ll be eighteen soon. I know if your mother doesn’t resurface, you’ll have a difficult life,” Ryan extended his arm, holding the gym bag in his hand.

The girl looked down at the gym bag and back up into Ryan’s eyes.

“Here, take this. It’s for you,” Ryan swallowed a lump in his throat as he held the bag at arm’s length.

“So, yeah. I’m Jessica. What is it?” she asked as she motioned toward the bag.

“It’s a graduation gift,” Ryan sighed and placed the bag on the ground between them.

Jessica smiled and reached for the bag. Startled by the weight as she attempted to lift it, she raised her eyebrows in wonder.

“Let me explain, please,” Ryan crossed his arms and inhaled a slow breath, still feeling rather uncomfortable speaking to Jessica.

   “It’s money. Actually, it’s a
lot
of money. You’re going to need to…” as Ryan spoke, Jessica interrupted him.

“Why you wanna give me money? You don’t know me,” Jessica lowered the bag to the ground and changed her gaze from the bag to Ryan and back again.

“Just look at it as a graduation gift. You’ll need to be careful how you spend it, because spending large amounts of cash is frowned upon. But that should get you by for some time. Maybe if you’re wise, a lifetime,” Ryan uncrossed his arms and pushed his hands into his front pockets.

Jessica bent over and unzipped the bag. She looked inside the bag, up at Ryan, and into the bag again. Carefully, she reached into the bag and shuffled the money around, looking through the banded bundles of fifty dollar bills in wonder. Shocked, she looked at Ryan and widened her eyes.

“It’s seven hundred thousand dollars, a graduation gift from me to you. Just in case you end up alone through all of this,” Ryan rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as he spoke.

“You’re serious. You’re giving this to me?” Jessica asked as she picked the bag up and pulled it close to her body, clutching it in both arms.

“I am an only child. I know what it’s like to be an only child. I am fortunate to have my parents and can’t imagine trying to go about living life alone. When I learned of the disappearance of your mother, I decided I wanted to do this for you, just in case she doesn’t come home,” Ryan smiled an awkward smile, feeling fairly certain that the girl was going to accept the money as a gift.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jessica said, her voice filled with emotion as she spoke.

“Say nothing,” pleased, Ryan smiled and pulled his hands from his pockets.

Jessica turned and faced her car as she clutched the bag.

“You need a ride somewhere?” Ryan asked.

“Well,” Jessica said over her shoulder.

“It’s probably not a good idea to get stranded with that amount of cash. I’m parked right over there,” Ryan motioned across the parking lot toward his car.

“The white car?” Jessica asked as she looked across the parking lot.

Ryan nodded, “I can give you a ride to the dealership out on east Kellogg. I know the manager. He’ll maybe let you pay cash for an inexpensive car - something that will start when you want it to.”

“Well, I suppose,” Jessica paused and looked in the window of her car.

“You can come back and get your belongings later if you prefer,” Ryan offered.

“Well, this is weird. I don’t know what to…” Jessica struggled with the weight of the bag.

“Here, let me carry it for you,” Ryan reached toward the bag as he spoke.

“No, I got it,” Jessica hefted the bag up and clutched it tight against her body.

“Yeah, you can give me a ride. You really think I can buy a car?” Jessica asked.

“I’m sure of it,” Ryan felt an odd sense of satisfaction as they began to walk toward his car.

Clutching the bag against her chest, Jessica walked beside Ryan, smiling a little more with each step.

“So tell me about your mother,” Ryan said as they walked.

“Well, her name is Elena…”

As Jessica spoke, Ryan listened intently. The value that the girl placed on her mother made Ryan uneasy and jealous. Elena, to Jessica, was both her best friend and her mother – something Ryan never had in a parent. As they reached the car, Ryan pressed the button on his key fob and unlocked the doors.

As Ryan reached for the door handle, he took a slow breath and did something he had not done since his childhood.

The little fat boy inside of him prayed to God.

For Jessica’s well being.

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHECK PLEASE.

THIRTY.
“I don’t know, it just always has. Ever since I was a kid and my dad took us deer hunting,” Ami raised her hands to her face and pressed her fingers against her cheeks.

“The smell of gunpowder and blood?” Ryan asked, making sure of her statement.

Ami nodded, “Yeah. I’m sorry if it creeps you out. But it’s just a huge turn on,” Ami smiled.

“No, I suppose not. I’m not concerned,” Ryan laughed.

“It just seems weird being with you away from the coffee shop. You know, like actually sitting and talking to you. The good kind of weird,” Ami smiled as she raised her glass of wine to her mouth.

“The good kind of weird,” Ryan chuckled as he placed his index finger against his upper lip and admired Ami’s dress.

The plunging neckline revealed a considerable portion of Ami’s breasts, but was elegant enough to not make her appear
cheap
in any way. Her careful choice of complimentary jewelry was very tasteful as were her conservative three inch heels. All things considered, Ryan believed Ami, as she sat before him, to be the most attractive woman he had ever seen.

“Your dress is stunning, Ami. What a great choice,” Ryan tapped his finger on his lip nervously as he spoke.

Ami leaned toward Ryan, resting her forearms on the table and cupped her hands together. As she looked up into Ryan’s eyes, her breasts heaved as she breathed. Ryan attempted not to stare, feeling his level of already heightened arousal begin to rise even more. As he felt his cock begin to become stiff, he pressed his left hand against his slacks and smiled.