Leaving Las Vegas
It seemed that a tacit agreement slipped into place between Faith and myself to leave behind the exchange of emotional hurts and self-flagellation that we'd engaged in. Not a typical after-sex practice, even for myself, but it seemed that there would never be avoiding the things that existed between me and Faith
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"Faith, I--"
"Shh. Dirty Dancing is on right now. Guilty pleasure."
I took a sip of the beer, deciding it was probably best for us both to forget about everything. Or at least forget about me. Hey, we wanted to fuck later on? Sure, no prob, I'd just make sure my stupid fucking emotions wouldn't get in the way next time. And if not? No big - I'd get my kinks somewhere else.
Wes got up and was talking away on his cellphone which meant something was up. I hurried my eating and finished my beer in record time, and when he came back and looked all serious at me, I just nodded. "So, what's up, Boss?"
"We've got one hour to finish eating, get packed and be gone. Angel's contacts with the L.A.P.D. alerted him that they've recently shared your record with the ( ... )
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"By all means," I quipped, reaching for the phone, "don't let me interrupt your moment with the almighty Swayze."
Faith's reaction to the news of our imminent flight from the authorities was even more nonchalant than I'd expected. She simply nodded and began dressing-- but not before giving me a pat on the rear which I mentally resolved to return to her with interest at the next opportunity.
I paused. Had I really thought that? Was it now a foregone conclusion that Faith and I would continue to be lovers? As I watched her pull on her clothes, I knew that would be the case. There might still be miles and miles of rough emotional road between she and I, but we'd started something I was coming to understand that wasn't going to stop.
"Yeah, well... knew the party wouldn't last. It's why I came to find you, remember?"
"I remember," I answered, nodding.
What she did seem surprised by, though, was my assurance that we wouldn't be apprehended.
"Us?"
"Of course."
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One, we didn't look like we were fucking married. Two? We sure as hell didn't look like Smiths. Whatev, we were on our way to a city I'd never been to, so that was cool by me. Wasn't sure exactly what we'd do once we got there, but hey. Not my prob, right? I was along for the ride, so to speak.
Wes was the one calling all the fucking shots at the moment.
They let us on the plane, not saying much about the little newlyweds or anything, and I slumped tiredly into my seat. "Damn, does this mean I never get to come back to Vegas?" That fucking sucked if that was the case.
I stretched a bit, yawning, as I let my head rest on Wes' shoulder. "Hey, Boss... wake me up once we hit The City, ok?" And I fell asleep...
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"It's Angel," I grumbled back, equally as dubious of the false identification. "Be glad he didn't ask Lorne to do it, or we'd be boarding the plane as Brad and Jennifer."
After a blessedly small amount of time enduring the uncomfortable gate area seats and the now grating and incessant row of the slot machines in the terminal, we were let on board the plane. Faith slouched in her seat and pouted like an eight-year-old.
"Damn, does this mean I never get to come back to Vegas?"
"We can come back," I assured her, "just not right away, not to that hotel, not under our own names and not for long."
Faith's head touched my shoulder, and her eyes fluttered as she began to drift off to sleep.
"Hey, Boss... wake me up once we hit The City, ok?"She was gone before I could answer. Unable to sleep right away myself, I set a pillow under Faith's head and began to mentally scour my memories for any contacts or assets I might be able to exploit while in New York. Certain ( ... )
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"Fuck, Wes..."
"That would be the idea," I mumbled.
By now, she was soaking wet, and the fingers that delved deeply into her pussy here finding the flesh inside hot and eagerly clenching around them. Faith pushed back, rubbing the curve of her arse against the rough denim of my jeans.
My left hand abandoning her breasts, I undid my belt and pushed the trousers down to my own knees. Leaning forward against Faith, I felt my shaft settle into the cleft of her arse, her wriggling serving to slick it somewhat with her wetness.
When I saw her eyes again in the mirror, there was a dark fire in the deep brown that matched the cold blue flames in my own. Her face was set, and her tone almost a challenge.
"So do it... Fuck me, Wes ( ... )
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That would be my idea that I'd been saying in passing, not really thinking Wes would want to. Well, maybe later, at some point when we were both drunk or something, but not on a fucking plane while we're on the run!
But he just kept finger-fucking me and never letting my eyes go as we stared at each other in the mirror. God, I was gonna end up fucking begging him if I wasn't careful... when the fuck had he done this to me?
I kept pushing my ass backward, trying to get him fucking inside me, but he was all about the teasing... I glared at him in the mirror and he finally shoved his cock up in me - hard, just the way I'd wanted it, just the way I deserved it...
"God, Faith...""Shit! Oh, Wes, fu-- mmppphh....." My breathing was getting ragged and his hand covered my mouth. Guess there was a tiny bit of non-adventuresome Wes still in there, after all, but my lips were parted as I kept moaning into his hand, my tongue flicking out every now and then to lick off my juices dripping from his fingers ( ... )
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As her muscles spasmed around my cock, I nearly bit off my tongue holding back my own cry. I stilled my hard thrusts for a few seconds, letting Faith writhe against me, riding out the end of her climax. And the whole time, I watched, eyes fixed on her eyes, on her face, on the dripping wet join of our bodies.
Faith shook her head, loosening my hand from over her mouth. I felt her drag her tongue along my fingers as they pulled away, and her lips and chin shone with her own juices.
My hand rested lightly on her throat as she gasped out three words that nearly finished me right then.
"Fuck my ass."She had to have felt the way I swelled inside her pussy. Nodding, I felt my control beginning to slip. We'd begun this fuck with me in complete ( ... )
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But he nodded, and I knew I was done for.
He slicked up his fingers and slowly began working at my ass. My eyes shut for only a sec at the pressure, but I hadda open them up to watch his face. His fucking amazing expressions that were written everywhere as he slid a second finger in me, stretching me, hurting me... I was bent so far forward it was kinda hard to keep watching him, though. Each slow push of his fingers brought my whole body forward until my head kept hitting the mirror, and I didn't fucking care. I wanted it to hurt; I wanted him to be the one who did it ( ... )
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