Page 108 of Hounded

His clawing, desperate grab made me groan, and I felt climax nearing. I took over for a final thrust, burying deep as I emptied. We stayed like that for a long moment, our chests heaving against each other and our skin damp with sweat.

When Indy started to pull away, I gripped his shoulder and anchored him in place. “I want you to finish,” I told him, “with me inside.”

Indy’s face flushed deeply red as he palmed his erection again. My cock filled him, and he rubbed his ass against me while stroking himself off.

I kissed him, slipping my tongue past his teeth. He moaned and mewled into my mouth, noises I consumed while his hand moved up and down along his length. Soon, the motion grew sloppy and erratic, and his breathsbecame rapid. He clenched around my cock and writhed as his load spurted onto my bare belly.

He sagged against me, giggling through the rush of euphoria. I held him, inhaled him, until my softened cock slipped out, and he sighed long and low.

After a lingering moment, I slid out from beneath Indy, then laid him down on the bed of the truck. He was dazed but cognizant enough to push onto his elbows and watch as I tucked his knees up then crawled between his legs, getting belly low on the cold steel.

“Bubblegum, huh?” I mused.

Indy’s eyelids fluttered and he let his head fall back. “Oh, fuck, I was kidding…” The statement trailed off into a nervous laugh, then went starkly silent when I pushed his thighs apart.

“Goddamn it, Lore…”

He snagged his fingers in my hair and pulled on my scalp, encouraging me to push into him. I started a bit higher, dragging my tongue from his smooth, hairless balls down to his taint. Cum dribbled out of his asshole, and I swiped my tongue across that next, savoring the bitter, musky taste mingled with saccharine sweet.

Indy shivered and tugged on my hair again as I licked around his rim then dipped inside. He bucked, but I splayed my hand on his stomach and pinned him in place. Softly suckling, I ate him out, reveling in the way his legs hugged against me and his breath came in hiccups.

When he called my name, I found his cock with my hand. He was hard again, needful for a second release. I gripped his shaft and stroked while I buried myself in him, tasting cum and bubblegum as he let out a keening cry.

He said my name again, jumbled in between curses and sputtering sounds. I withdrew and crawled on top of him, gathering him up and rolling him over so we lay on our sides facing each other. His head tucked under my chin as he pushed into me, breathing rabbit fast while I smoothed my hands down his back, bumping along his spine and over the subtle ridges of his ribs.

It occurred to me that this was ending. He would go like he always did, and I would be left with the version of him who barely knew me.

But he loved me already, and I loved him still. When everything else changed, that remained constant. That was what I wanted him to know, so I told him while the sun went dark and lights came on in the valley far below us.

I kissed his head, and he cried, wetting my chest with glistening tears. He sobbed until he fell asleep in my arms, and we lay in the growing dark while the cold air nipped at our naked flesh.

Indy didn’t stir when I pulled free of him and dressed in my boxers and jeans. I didn’t want to disturb him, and I wasn’t up to the task of stuffing his legs into those tight white pants, so I opened the topmost plastic tote in search of an alternative. After a bit of digging, a pair of my pajama bottoms and a cardigan came to hand. I eased him into PJs and cinched the tie around his slim waist, then wrapped him in the woolen sweater. He mumbled and shifted but didn’t wake as I loaded him into the cab of the truck.

On the drive back to Trailer Trove, I busied my brain with thoughts of anything but Indy. That proved difficult with him curled up on the bench seat beside me, makingthe truck interior smell like bubblegum and fresh sex. But something else nagged at me—someone. The demoness I’d left behind almost twenty-four hours earlier. My foul-tempered mistress whose calls I had ignored in favor of tending to Indy. She was waiting, and all this delay was only giving her time to consider all the ways she would ruin me for refusing her.

I palmed over my cellphone in my jeans pocket, half-expecting it to ring right then. But it was quiet, ominously so.

Indy slept until we arrived at the trailer park, where he threw his arms around my neck so I could carry him from the gravel lot to the Airstream. I fumbled with the door, bumping it open with my hip, then hooking my heel around to tug it closed.

I ferried Indy to the bed and laid him down, then pulled the sheets up to his chin. More than anything, I wanted to slide in beside him. He’d asked me to come home, invited me back. But when his memory failed, and he woke up tomorrow next to a stranger, I wouldn’t know what to say.

I stalled, fussing with the comforter and making sure the pillow was fluffed when Indy’s metallic eyes cracked open. I braced for alarm or shock but, instead, he grinned.

“Hey, Legs. What’re you doing here?”

He’d forgotten. I’d expected it but couldn’t possibly have prepared for it. Bitter reality stabbed like a knife into my heart.

It was a risk to stroke his cheek, but my hands craved him. One evening of intimacy was not enough to sate my desire or salve my loneliness.

“You dozed off,” I murmured while thumbing over an errant curl. “Long day.”

Indy pushed up to peer past me at the dark trailer. “And you just let yourself into my house?”

That hurt, too, because the house was ours earlier. “We” and “home” had gone together. Now, they were worlds apart.

In the absence of my reply, Indy’s smile turned crooked before he added, “Stalker.”

I took another chance—I couldn’t help myself—and bent in to kiss his forehead. It scrunched beneath my lips, and I pulled back to find him frowning.

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