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May. 22nd, 2023 at 8:56 PM
[So this is how he gets away with it, then. Cruz, a skeleton, with a skeleton horse, lives in a skeleton of a house with a skeletal barn attached - and he remains unseen, his home apparently abandoned, all the way on the outskirts of this thing that's barely a town.
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
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[Excuse her, she's sitting up to crawl over him and grab the phone. It's thankfully able to be moved off the bedside table far enough that the receiver can be handed over to him with only a little effort. He'll order. Her job is to dial the button that gets to the front and straddle him and distract him while he tries to place the order.
She plays nice though, only nibbling along his neck and kissing at his jawline while he tries to talk.]
Don't forget the cherry coke. [She pauses so she can curl her tongue against his earlobe.] And fries.
Uh, yeah, hi -
[He pauses and draws in a breath at the touch of her tongue to his ear. Fuck, she's distracting in the very best ways.]
Hey can we order food up? Yeah, I know it's late but lady, we're real fuckin' hungry. We'd like a filet mignon, a couple lobster tails, a basket of fries, an' you got ice cream? Vanilla with strawberry sauce?
[The woman on the other end is apparently taking notes, so they'd damn well better deliver. What's the point of a resort if they can't get anything they like? She doesn't put up an argument at any of that, though, so hell, maybe they're in luck.]
And two cherry cokes. Yeah. Yeah, like coca-cola but with cherry, right? Uhhh. Fuck, hey baby girl, what's our room number?
[Because he sure forgot already, and really can't get up to go look right now.]
We're in 427.
[That's whispered into his ear, and she goes back to being distracting. Her little giggles can probably be heard, but she's trying her best not to completely ruin that call. She really wants all of that food, after all.
As soon as he says bye, she takes the phone out of his hand and tosses it onto the bed. And then she's all over him, letting her mouth map out his skin as her wands wander.]
You know what? I fuckin' love you.
[He laughs as he leans up to catch her lips in his, then gets his arms under him so he can sit upward and have her straddle his lap while his hands return to caressing her skin.]
You're just horny for me all the time, aren'tcha?
Only most of the time.
[Her retort is accompanied by a blush, but that doesn't stop her from claiming another kiss or two before she figures maybe she should say something else.]
Because you know what? I fucking love you too, and I should be horny for you all the time. I mean, you are for me too, aren't you?
[He gives her a wink. And shit, he didn't mean to make her feel bad about that, but he can see she's acting a little shy, now. He finds it flattering that she wants to be constantly all over him, that's all, it's a good thing. So before she can sit there feeling too awkward for too long, he leans in to nibble at her neck, and slides both hands down her back until he can squeeze her butt.]
I'm hot for you all the time, babe. If there wasn't so much else to do, I'd fuck you until we both couldn't move anymore. Against the wall, the bed, the floor, the table, the bike...
[Especially while high because man, that's just added fun. Like right now, where nothing else in the world exists except the two of them having the best goddamn night.]
Okay, so we're both horny for each other all the time. That's definitely not a problem.
[How could it be, when he's painting such a pretty picture in her mind? It's not like they can physically go at it that often, but it's fun to imagine a world where they fuck so much that they're left unable to move.
Her hands slowly work along his back, before they slip to work along his chest. It's his turn for her to roll his nipple between her fingers, though he's doing a good job distracting her.]
You'll be too tired tomorrow to do anything if we do too much tonight.
[Because that sounds like an excuse. He won't be too tired at all. They've had a couple goes, he can do another. Food and sleep will recharge him just fine.
Like he needs to prove this, he turns them again so he can push her back to the mattress and situate himself between her legs. His eyes roam more than his hands do, for a moment, but then he presses his palm flat to her belly and trails his hand downward until he can grind his palm against her clit.
Girls get to have a lot more fun, something about how they're built, while it'll take him a few minutes to be really ready after the last two, but he's young and eager, and has no problem with giving her a good time for a few minutes first.]
[She laughs as he resituates her, and her legs part for him to rest between them. She's smiling up at him, eyes betraying her attempts to tease him into thinking she doesn't want this with him. Like she ever could not want him.
The second his palm grinds against her, she gasps and arches up toward his hand, eyes closing for a few seconds as she enjoys the sensation. Her fingers curl around his wrist, thumb rubbing at the underside where she should be able to feel his pulse. She doesn't want to stop him, but just enjoys touching him and holding him in any way that she can.]
I really do love you.
[He knows that, but she says it with a breathless kind of gratitude that means not only does she love him, but she loves the attention he's giving her right now. He's always so willing to dote on her and indulge her whims, and it's really just good luck that has her always wanting as much of him as he does of her.]
So we're working up an appetite before dinner gets here, right? You're a genius, babe.
[Then his palm grinds down against her clit again and she gasps, belly caving in as she sucks in a breath and holds it.]
[All the stuff he's eagerly going to devour. Steak and lobster and fries? Perfect combo. And ice cream for dessert, though as he thinks about it, maybe he'll find a way to concoct that into a float with the coke. Depends on what they do to make it cherry.
Anyway, food's for later. He's currently really enjoying watching Chrissy's reactions as he works her clit, then leans down to mouth at a nipple, tonguing and biting in time with the movements of his hand.]
That's really nice. He's got a good rhythm going, and she's going to enjoy the hell out of it. Her eyes are open as she watches him, occasionally lifting her head to get a better view. It helps when her back arches some as she grinds against his touch, a move that draws gasps and low moans out of her.
There was a time when she was too shy to let him hear her. She's long past that point, no longer really caring who hears her. Just as long as he keeps going and warming her up. His name slips past her tongue, affectionate as she grabs at his hair and gently runs her nails against his scalp.]
Are you gonna devour me, baby?
[He can't help but laugh as he says it, the whole thing comes across as abruptly funny to him, and he falters in his rhythm as he has to prop himself up to keep from tumbling down onto her in his laughter.
Eventually he lifts his head to meet her eyes, though, and shoots her something more akin to a wolfish hungry look, coupled with a smirk, as his fingers take the place of his palm and he firmly rolls that little sensitive nub of hers.]
Better idea, I drag you right down to hell with me an' we get to feast on whatever we like.
Well, when I'm not your milagrita I'm your diablita.
[Hands drop away, and she sighs as she shifts against his hand. There's a simmering pleasure building within her, and she's loving drawing it out.]
It makes sense that I'd be down in hell eventual -
[Her words are cut off by a sharp gasp, and she squirms against his touch.]
- ly!
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There's a moment where he stops rolling her clit, though, as he repositions his hand. His thumb takes sole place of his fingers, while those, or at least the longest two, press inside her and stroke, just as she'd been doing to herself earlier. Except this time he curls them forward and presses firmly against that extra-sensitive spot within her, just to see how much she'll squirm for him.]
Shame hell's not a real place, it sounds like fun. I think we'd do great there, don't you?
It's not fair that her own fingers can't really curl and hit the angle needed to brush against that spot he can reach. But it's so much better when he does it. Her leg moves upward, dragging her foot along his body. Her heel digs into the side of his hip before she tugs his hair so he'll lift his head. That makes it easier to hungrily kiss him.]
We'd burn the whole place down.
[It's starting to feel like she might burn any second, with how warm and flushed she's getting.]
Babe, if anyone could burn hell down, it's us.
[They're capable of whatever they want to do, and he believes that - especially if what they want is to destroy. San Antonio had better watch out, had better be good to them, because they're a well-honed set of weapons, now, the two of them.
A few more strokes and then he withdraws his hand, partly because his wrist is starting to cramp up and it needs a break, but he can fix that. He grins again as he slowly licks his fingers clean so she can get a preview of his tongue, and then he scoots himself off the bed and onto his knees, head between her thighs. With a broad stroke of his tongue, he sets to giving her something her hand sure can't.]
You're going to burn me down to nothing if you keep it up.
[She laughs, stroking his hair as she parts her legs a little more. One of her legs curls upward enough she can rest her foot against his shoulder, and when her toes curl as her back arches and she squirms against him she's able to dig in. There's worry that she might press him away, but she doesn't press hard enough to do that. She just braces herself as he starts to quickly work her toward seeing stars.]
And he, too, is finally starting to feel like he could use some attention. He's not desperate for it, he could easily get her off like this and love every moment of it and then let her decide what she wants to do with him after, but either way, there's heat low in his groin that will soon ache for much more contact.
As she presses against his mouth, seeking her pleasure, he briefly smiles against her skin and drags his nails down the back of her thigh so she can feel those bright little streaks of near-pain to couple with all the rest of it.]
Johnnie, wait. Wait, baby, wait.
[And when he obliges she grins, sitting up and resting back on her elbows.]
Stay there on the floor, just -
[She very reluctantly pries herself away from him, and shifts to crawl over toward the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. There's a few seconds where she stays like that and teases at his cock with little kisses and only a brief moment in her mouth, but she pulls off quickly and turns around so her backside is to him.]
Can you reach me if you stand? Or do you want to get in the bed?
[The position doesn't matter as much to her, she just is trying to make it quicker and easier for him to bury himself inside her so they both get what they want.]
Oh, I can reach you just fine.
[And he's not going to delay, not now. That little teasing grind was enough. He wastes no further time and presses into her, but this time there's none of the desperation from before. He holds tight to her hips and gives a nice, slow, even drag in and out, reaching deep rather than trying for fast.]
[The word is drawn out, low and deep as he presses into her. She'd be fine with something desperate and hard, but this is so good after the slow burn he's just warmed her over with. Her palms press against the mattress, fingers flexing. And she meets his slow thrusts with gentle rocks and no urgency to turn this into something rough.
He's really able to press deep within her like this, and it's impossible to stay quiet with every slow move he makes. There's no reason to be quiet though. It's good to let him know she likes this and is enjoying herself.]
You feel so good.
Fuck. Is it dumb to say "you, too"? Goddamn, though.
[Probably dumb but this isn't exactly his moment of peak intelligence, and he'll blame that mostly on the lingering high more than anything else. He knows exactly what he's doing, otherwise.
And now that he's struck the pace he wants, he leans down - not enough to kiss her, as it would make the angle more difficult, but enough to reach a hand forward to caress her breasts and then press in on her belly just to make her feel that pressure inside her even more intensely.]
[She can barely gasp out the word, as her head ducks and she digs her fingers into the sheets. His hand against her belly makes her shudder, goosebumps rising up over her skin as she shakily groans. She leans forward a little more, which changes the angle of her hips. He has to give her a hand getting back upright again, because it's only a few more presses deep into her and she comes.
It feels like her arms are trembling, barely able to support her weight. She holds out to let him finish before she collapses down cheek first against the bed, a big grin on her face.
That?
Was just as good as the fun they had in the tub. Even better in some ways. If there's one thing she really loves about them, it's that they always keep things interesting, no matter how horny they are and how often they have sex.]
When those fuckers finally come to drop off the food I'm just gonna yell at 'em to leave it at the door. I'm not gettin' a towel.
[He grins lazily and strokes fingers through her hair, then places a kiss on the tip of her nose.]
When they're like this, he's the only thing that matters to her. And as much as she's looking forward to food, she doesn't want him to pull away just yet.]
Good. Because I want to lay together just like this for a little while.
[Her fingers run through his hair, and she holds him close and enjoys the moment. It's pretty bad timing that there's a knock at the door, and the sound of a man's voice calling out room service. Chrissy laughs and groans, letting go of Johnnie so she can shout at the door.]
Leave it at the door, please! We're busy!