Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) (11 page)

Through it, Grent’s motions had never ceased. He kept up
that pleasurable thrusting, never losing the tempo or precise strike.
Her words took him by surprise, and she could see it in those
almond-shaped eyes of his as they widened. "Y’sure?"
he asked in a gravelly voice, his dick responding to her with such
wild swelling throbs, the man reaching his hand from her back to her
hand, taking hold of it firmly.

"I’m safe," she sighed out, her mouth finding his
once more. Her motions were a lot slower and less skilful, but lacked
none of the passion or desire that recently coursed through her. Her
muscles clenched against his swell, and her hand rested against his
lower back.

The combination of her words, the sweet invitation, and the
delicious feel of her quim tightening around him, was all he needed.
Holding her hand tightly, he pressed himself upon her and gave her a
few more thrusts before he erupted with pleasure. The large man gave
such a brutish groan of satisfaction it broke the seal of their lips,
his face looking more intensely pleased than when her skilful tongue
siphoned his seed from him the night before.

With each spasm of his cock his hips bucked, and he unloaded
himself into honey slick canal with long pulsing throbs. And through
it all on his husky voice he muttered her name clear and adoringly.

His orgasm awakened her once more and her kissing across his chest
and neck was more frenzied and passionate, letting out soft sighs and
moans of pleasure as she felt him hit so deeply within her sensitive
cunny. When finally he came to rest, she was slick with their
combined sweat, and her face was flushed with excitement.

Releasing her hand and breast as his loins stilled within hers at
long last, he scooped her sweaty, satisfied form up into his two
arms, nearly crushing her against his hard body as he embraced her.
It was tenderness, desire and something deeper, an emotion so strong
in the large man he just had to hold her tight and cup the back of
her head as he lifted her off the bed with his adoration.

Long locks of strawberry blonde hair tickled along her neck and
face as he kissed her, not wanting to let her go for a long time.

For some reason, she let him. Though usually she wanted very
little to do with someone after she’d gotten what she wanted,
she found she hadn’t yet. Not with him. Not from the orgasm,
not from the sex. It was a softening of sorts, a desire for the close
comfort of actual intimacy.

Still, there was only so long the feisty girl could remain lodged
next to the hulking man and as her stomach rumbled, she pushed him
away with a disarming smile.

Pleasantly he returned her look with his own, his broad face lit
up with a warm, loving smile. Twice her age and a life spent in the
harsh wastes of the old world hadn’t erased his appeal; it had
only added a certain ruggedness to his natural good looks, and the
emotion written all over his face doubled it up again. "Lay
right there," he said in his deep voice, "I’ll bring
it to you," and he pulled away from her reluctantly, his still
large cock slipping from her damp folds as he moved to get up.

The wetness was strange, and it felt cool and warm all at once as
she tugged up the blankets over her naked body. Licking over her
lips, she watched his back as it moved, and her body twitched in
response.

"Fuck I’m hungry," she said light heartedly, as if
to spoil the tender mood.

Unabashedly he went to the door after she covered herself, and
reached out, lifting up the tray off the floor and shutting the door.
Tall and muscular, he walked back, carefully laying out the large
platter before her, "I never told ‘em to send up two
meals, wasn’t plannin’ on having company," he said,
"but don’t worry, I can get more later, so eat your fill."
The generosity of that statement seemed somewhat lessened when he
uncovered it to show enough food to feed four people, including a
mound of fried bacon that was startling.

"Uh... yea, you can... share with me," she smiled, even
as she began to eagerly eat, not having been lying about her hunger.
"You taking off soon?"

Climbing back upon the bed, over top of the blankets, he began to
pluck some of the strips of meat and inhale them faster than he had
the hotdogs the night before. "Yeah," he nodded, using his
free hand to lightly stroke her hair, "if you got things to do,
I’ll meet up with you after to tell you what’s up."

"Yea, I gotta check in with some folks... probably get a bath
if... I could... borrow some credits or whatever it is they use
here," she asked sheepishly. "I’ll pay you back, I’m
just... I can’t really walk around stinking of slut, you know,"
she teased. "Think there’s anything else I should do?"

Nodding to her words he put his free arm around her, devoured
another piece of bacon then hugged her close and kissed her forehead.
"I’ll tell ‘em to give you a key to the room too.
I’ll keep it on my tab for as long as you need a place to stay
here," he said.

"You’re somethin’ else, aren’tcha,"
she grinned, trying to keep up with his eating pace and failing
dismally. "Thanks. Really. Fuck, it’s good here... close
to home. If I can get what I need..."

As generous as the man had been, there definitely seemed a change
in him now and the way he offered–or simply assumed–help
to her. "What good’s credits and influence if you can’t
use it to help the one you care for?" he said, kissing her lips
then slipping from the bed to stand abruptly and grab for his
clothes.

Her face brightened at his encouragement, finishing off what she
could of the platter before trying to find her own bra, dressing
rather sheepishly. "So I’ll find you in the bar or what?"

Though he often moved so slow, he was dressed in almost no time.
When he wanted to move, it was with a swiftness of purpose that
belied his great size. Buckling his pants he nodded to her, "Down
there or up here, sure," he said.

Pulling his shirt on over his head he grabbed a jacket from a hook
then slipped his hand around to the back of her head, leaning down
and kissing her forehead again. "Then we’ll see about
getting you a new jacket too," he promised, slipping a pouch
full of what must’ve been the town’s trade credits.
Sliding his palm to her cheek he looked her in the eyes. "Afraid
to say it, but I think I love you," and the words weren’t
flippant or joking, purely sincere, and followed by a passionate kiss
before the man turned to leave.

The wastes were a hard place, and people lived fast or not at all.
She’d learned that even in the last day, and understood why he
was in such a hurry to declare something that the folks in the bunker
would hem and haw over for months.

Still, she was too dumbfounded to stop him, and by the time words
finally formed on her lips, he’d already gone down the stairs.
Stepping backwards to the bed she looked down at the pouch in her
hands curiously.

"Huh," she murmured to herself as she set it aside,
finishing dressing before tucking it into her pocket, locking the
door as she left back into the new day.

The town was already going by the time she got outside, the tavern
manager had given her a key to the room, just as Grent had said and
she had enough credit to see about a bath and then some.

When she was clean once more there was an extra spring to her
step, and she seemed almost jubilant. For some reason, she really
trusted Grent to follow through and be able to solve all her
problems, and yet that wasn’t enough for the plucky young
woman. She was still quite intent on ensuring that the lives of the
friends she left behind would not be hindered, and she quickly moved
her way through the town, looking for someone selling food.

The food vendors on the street–true to Grent’s
warning–were not able to sell her large amounts. They were all
on strict orders to only give out food with vouchers from the local
government, which basically comprised of the town’s leader and
family. The only way around that was to buy food through the hotels
or inns, and even then they would not supply more than a meals worth
cooked, or enough for a bit of travel.

When enquiring about what sorts of things the traders themselves
liked in return, she was given a large number of options. Trades in
the town tended to differentiate, but anything with value,
technology, components, animals, clothes, tended to be in demand.
Weapons were a high priority item, as the guards tended to monopolize
most of the goods in that area. She noted this all in her implanted
computer device for later.

As she was finishing up talking with one final vendor, she caught
sight of a familiar face. Jarago came out of the crowds, hands in his
trench coat as he looked her up and down. "So you haven’t
run off," he said, coming up to her. "Was wonderin’
where the hell you went last night," he said.

"Oh hey," she smiled brightly, not a trace of shame on
her face. "Just tryin’ to make some connections, you know.
See what the fuck I can do to make sure everyone’s goin’
to live. How’re you guys holdin’ up? Apparently the Viles
attacked yesterday, that’s why everyone’s all antsy."

Casually Jarago walked up by her, then took hold of her arm,
guiding her away. "Well on that front I got some good news for
you," he said, speaking a little quieter as he led her down a
side street. Looking her over he said, "Was gonna let you in on
the good news last night, but you never showed up. Where the fuck did
you end up sleepin’, anyhow?" He sounded a little annoyed,
as if she’d rebuked some offered kindness.

"In the inn," she said, as if that was a foregone
conclusion, "What’s the news?" She was looking so
clean and fresh after her bath, and that smile she wore was just for
him. If anything, she was a skilled temptress.

"The inn?" he said, "I had a fuckin’ room in
OUR inn for you, and you weren’t there." He took her off
into a side alley where it was dark and barely any light trailed in.
Coming to a stop he kept his hand on her arm and looked her over,
"Had plans for last night, ya know. You still owe me, accordin’
to our agreement." Her pleasing smile wasn’t lost on him,
for as he looked her over he licked his own lips.

"Sorry," she murmured, sincerely as her eyes dropped
down. "I didn’t know. I figured you guys were doin’
your own shit or whatever. It’s not like I’ve done this
before, you know," she added on, sounding a little bitter at
that.

As crass and uncaring as he could be, the slender man was looking
more attractive than ever. The time in town had given him time to
clean up too, and he was wearing a nice shirt beneath his jacket that
was undone to about halfway down his dark chest, his hair and face
well cared for. All of that only proved to distract briefly though as
his hand went to his fly, undoing the zipper, "Got an important
meeting soon, need your help unwinding real quick," he said.

"Alright," she agreed, easily, as her hand went
immediately to his package. Her rifle was held in her other hand,
careful of the priceless object even as she went about teasing the
other man to fullness. Even with the tension between them, it only
seemed to egg her on and become a bit more malicious and spiteful as
she stared up at him, "Missed me, hmm?"

Jarago took a look up and down the alleyway casually before
looking back down at her as if confused by her question. "Yeah
sure," he said. His cock was soft when she first got a hold of
it, but it started to stiffen to her touch immediately, the dark
shaft lengthening and growing in her grasp. "Was gonna bust out
some whiskey and have a good time with you last night, you missed
out," he said.

She smiled a bit darkly as she dropped to her knees, her motions
so skilled even as she hurried to work him to excitement quickly. She
really would rather he not be pissed off at her, after all, and if
there was one thing she was good at, it was making guys forget they
were mad at her. "Fuck, I wish I had known," she purred and
he could feel her warm breath against his package as she worked his
cock towards her mouth.

She pushed Grent and his kindness and love from her mind and
focused on this, on him. She trusted the other man, but lives were at
stake, and if Jarago might have a connection for her, it was worth a
simple blowjob in a back alley.

Her stroking had taken his cock from soft to full in but a few
seconds. He was pulsing with heat as his hardness throbbed in her
hand and he reached out, patting her head in that familiarly
condescending way. "Should’ve come back like I said,"
he reiterated. "Now make it good, we don’t have a lot of
time," he prodded.

"I’m always good," she promised as her mouth
suctioned around his cock. She was used to these clandestine
meetings, the public nature of such things, and usually she was so
good at being discrete. This time, however, she was working with such
furor and intensity that her surroundings didn’t matter at all.
She was intent on getting him off as quickly as possible, and
everything about her motions pleaded with him to hurry.

The sleazy scene in the dark alley went by in such a tawdry
manner. Jarago took hold of Alex’s hair and head in both of his
hands, helping move her mouth upon his cock faster. Despite the
nature of their little tryst, he didn’t do a good job of being
quiet. The man groaned in pleasure even as feet tread on by
unbeknownst to them both.

She could feel the hot flesh of his cock swelling in her mouth as
he gripped her hair, "Fuck," he cursed, "suck it out."

She rolled her eyes a bit, even as she enjoyed his vulgarity, and
clamped her mouth around him tightly as her hand grabbed him, coaxing
her to the back of her throat. Eyes watering, saliva pooling, she
felt him swell within her and she prepared for the onslaught.

The man was rough with her as he bucked his hips, giving a series
of noisy ‘ah’s’ as he pumped his load into her
throat. He had to let go of her head towards the end, to rest a hand
against the grim back alley wall to hold himself up, though he didn’t
need to be egging her on with it in the first place, for her expert
lips were suctioning his seed out of him so gloriously without his
interference.