A Night (One) Under the Stars

The commotion outside the door was frenetic. All I could hear was a cacophony of yelling and ****, peppered with the occasional sound of breaking furniture. I looked to One Under for guidance and, hopefully, an escape. I wasn’t sure if anything I had done was technically illegal, but I had no desire to explain myself, my state of undress, or my cum-spattered appearance to the police.

I couldn’t read One Under’s expression; he looked like he was deep in his thoughts while he quickly dressed, and whatever they were, I wasn’t in them. My heart sank for a moment, rising only again when he turned his eyes back on to me.

“Maybe you can be useful, slut,” he growled out, as he grabbed me by the arm and led me to the door. Despite the situation, I couldn’t help but be a little hurt that my performance so far hadn’t been enough to be “useful” to him tonight.

I didn’t have much time to pout, as One Under shoved me through the bathroom door and into the chaos. Immediately I locked eyes with a young police officer who had noticed our entrance. His eyes widened at the sight of my nudity. He may be a professional, but he was still a man, and even under these circumstances, seeing me naked must have been a treat for him.

From behind my head, I heard One Under bark, “Back off or the bitch dies!” To accentuate his threat, I felt the cold steel of a dull blade slide perilously close to my neck from behind. I swallowed, terrified, sending more of the man who was so callously threatening my life’s cum farther down my throat. The young officer hesitated but didn’t move.

One Under yanked my head back violently and pressed the knife deeper into my neck. Any farther, and he would have drawn blood.

Luckily for me, the cop balked, raising his hands and taking a step back. One Under reacted quickly, pulling me by my hair down a short hallway and out a side entrance to the parking lot. The cool night air hit my skin and sent me tingling all over again. I was a hostage now. And somehow even that excited me. “Get on the bike, fuckhole,” He pointed to a beat-up looking motorcycle to our left and I complied happily wanting to get out of this place as quickly as possible and get fucked all over again.

While he was busy making a makeshift barricade of the door, I slid onto the bike awkwardly, having never ridden one before. I felt the leather of the seat between my thighs and knew my wetness, mixed with One Under’s cum leaking out of me was leaving a mark. I turned to look at him, completely overtaken by lust, as he began to head my way.

“For fuck’s sake, woman,” One Under was exasperated. “Sit up. I’ll fuck you on the road. Christ, you’re a slut.” This time I did have time to pout, and did so audibly. But I obeyed, sitting up and letting One Under take his place on the bike in front of me. I smelled the stale cigarettes and sweat again as I pressed my naked body into his, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I could manage while still letting one sneak its way into his pants. My hand was rewarded with an erection which I took as an invitation to stroke him. I heard him let out a small sigh; I smiled and buried my nose into his neck and let my tongue have a taste of the smell I was getting quite comfortable with.

When he turned the ignition, I felt the vibration through my entire body, starting with my cunt and emanating through to all of my extremities. I could help but moan perversely and grip his cock even harder. Soon we were on the road, with the wind biting at me mercilessly and my hand stroking him just as mercilessly. My senses were useless to the world around us, but at some point, One Under seemed to have determined that we had gotten away and stopped the bike on the outskirts of the city; we could have been a thousand miles away from home as far as I knew. This was a completely foreign part of the city to me, but I could tell that for One Under, this was a common place to be.

He unwrapped my fingers from his pulsating shaft and walked the bike, with me still on it into a small shack. He grabbed me and summarily dumped me on the ground in front of him. “Well, bitch, finish what you started. I fucking hate cops. I need the release.” Greedily I lurched toward his still exposed penis and started stroking.

After a few minutes, he lifted me off the ground and bent me over the bike, plowing into me as my nipples radiated with the still waning warmth from the bike’s engine.

All in all, he didn’t last long, and I was soon back on my knees leaning into the ropes of cum that he shot onto my waiting, smiling face.

“Come on, we’ve gotta keep moving,” he didn’t give me a chance to clean up or offer any clothes. Although, I doubt it would have mattered. At that point, I was so cock-hungry that I would have ripped them off anyway at the first sight of something to fuck.

He led us out of the shack and toward the woods outside of town. The silence was eerie, only broken by the sound of crickets and the occasional howl of what I hoped was a dog in the distance. One Under seemed unfazed, leading us to a clearing just past the tree line.

Surprisingly, there was a camp fire already lit and several tents in a ring around it. I guessed that this was a regular place for One Under and his friends to stay when they were trying to avoid the police. It was obvious that someone else had either been here tonight or was possibly still here, but they didn’t seem to be around now. For another brief moment, my nakedness shot to the forefront of my consciousness, as relief spread through me that nobody else would see me like this.

Meanwhile, One Under took a seat by the fire and lit a cigarette. “You’re gonna freeze your ass off. Come sit over by the fire with me. I’ll keep you warm.” I looked at him a bit confused, trying to figure out if he was being genuine or teasing me. In either case, it seemed like a good idea to take him up on the offer. I, as gracefully as possible while trying not to think that every step I took was directly on top of something alive, sauntered over to him and let him wrap his arms around me. The fire crackled peacefully and gave off a pleasant warmth from in front of me while his body heat and wandering hands provided warmth for the rest of me.

I looked up at the sky and began to nod off, thinking about how lucky I was to have found One Under. Deep down, I thought, he really was the right man for me. I knew I was falling for him, and hoped that he would feel the same for me.

“Hop up on my dick while you’re awake or get fucked in your sleep, you worthless cunt.” His voice cut sharply through the night. I smiled again inwardly, knowing that this was just him showing that he cared for me too.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered, lifting myself up and sliding onto his thick cock. I grinded rhythmically against him, letting waves of orgasms race through my body repeatedly.

I leaned back and kissed him passionately, moaning and whimpering into his mouth. His eyes were open and he watched hungrily as everything I was feeling in my pussy was reflected on my face. He lasted a long time in front of that fire, and I was grateful to him for that. I pushed him onto his back and turned so we were face to face as I rode him.

Deep into the night, I could finally feel him getting close to cumming. “Please, baby, one more time on my face. I want to taste it one more time tonight,” I whined, pleading for him to give me what I wanted. Graciously, he complied, pulling out and pushing me to all fours.

I took my last load of the night, thanking him over and over again. “Fuck. What a god damn night. I’m going to sleep. You can sleep out here by the fire,” he said it over his shoulder as he entered the tent nearest us.

“I love you,” I whispered it softly, but in my heart, I knew he heard me. Thoughts of my new life with One Under danced through my head as I stared up at the stars from beside the fire and finally fell into a blissful sleep. I couldn’t wait for the morning to come.