Guardian Angels (Part 2)

(Continued from Previous Entry)

“Why don’t you take off a couple layers of clothes?” Brooke suggested, jarring him from his thoughts. The echo of his own thoughts in that high, breathy voice was a little unnerving. The hormonal part of his brain couldn’t help thinking that there were pornos that started this way.

Katie laughed as he pulled off his hoodie, a sweater, and a turtleneck. “Aren’t there pornos that start like this?” Jeremy frowned at this second echo of his thoughts, but it was hardly an original thought, and it seemed like an open invitation to flirt.

“How would you know?” he asked with a one-sided grin as he turned to look at her.  “Spend much time watching porn?”

Katie giggled and shrugged non-committally. “Not as much as you, I’m sure.”

“Who said I watched porn at all?”

“You’re male. It’s in your genetic makeup.” Jeremy shrugged, palms up as if to say yeah, well, what can you do?

“Well, to be fair, there are probably horror movies that start out like this, too,” he said.

“Which do you think you might be in?” It was Lindsey’s low voice this time, instead of Katie’s lilting one.  He turned around looked at her as she leaned forward. Her tone had been serious, but her face was lit by an inner glow that sent the blood rushing towards his groin. The orange light of a street lamp fell through the window and across her body, drawing his attention to the deep V of her sweater and the curve of her breasts.

“No offense, but I’d really like the former,” he stammered. Lindsey grinned.

“Maybe that could be arranged,” she said archly. She reached forward and pressed the release on the headrest, pulling it completely from the seat, and setting it beside her. She scooted herself to the edge of her seat and draped her arms across his chest. Her breath stirred the hairs on the back of Jeremy’s neck and sent chills down his spine. He felt her nails skimming lightly over his t-shirt, and then across his bare chest as she reached down through the collar and circled his nipples. Her lips alighted on the back of his neck, hesitant as butterflies. Jeremy closed his eyes and tilted his head back, unable to believe his luck, as a second pair of lips brushed by his ear and a small hand traced a line at the top of his pants. He reached both hands back over his head, tangling his fingers in honey blonde and rich mahogany hair.

He was only half aware that the car had slowed until he felt it crunching over the accumulated sand and gravel at the side of the road. He opened his eyes as Brooke cut the engine and she smiled over at him. She had stopped beneath one of the few street lights on that stretch of highway, and everything was bathed in an orange glow. Brooke leaned over and ran one hand up his stomach and back down, coming to rest on his belt. She grinned as she made short work of his belt and fly and then she was straddling him, bent over in the low sedan so that her breasts hovered close to his face. He watched her wonderingly as he caressed her waist, letting his hands glide down her thighs and back up, taking the hem of her skirt with them. It was a moment before his clouded brain registered that she wasn’t wearing panties and the realization sent a new wave of heat to his cock. She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, letting her hair fall around his head and over the heads of Katie and Lindsey, who continued to kiss his neck and shoulders, their hands wandering where they would.

Holy shit, he thought. I’m in a fucking porno. He reached between Brooke’s legs to pull his pants and boxers down, but her hand caught his roughly and held it above his head.

Brooke kissed him deep and hard, and he strained to match the urgency she put into the embrace. She pulled away and he tried to go with her, but found that the other girls were pressing down on his shoulders. So it was going to be like that? Jeremy’s heart raced faster at the thought of being dominated, and he writhed beneath the pressure of their hands until Brooke pressed her mouth urgently to his once again. As she pulled back again, she sucked his bottom lip between hers and he felt the pinch of her teeth. A coppery taste spread over his tongue and he realized he was bleeding.

“Hey,” he protested feebly, “that actually hurt.” In the amber light he could see a trace of his blood on Brooke’s lips. Slowly she ran her tongue over her mouth.

“Yummy,” she sighed. Jeremy had the fleeting thought that maybe they should discuss some limits, but didn’t want to jinx his good fortune by giving them time to second-guess this whole thing. “You should try it,” she purred.

“You want me to bite you?” Jeremy asked. Or rather, started to ask, because at that moment Brooke ground her hips against him with a groan, forcing a matching groan from his own lips. He drew a sharp breath and felt a sudden burning on his chest. The cool brush of hair drew his gaze down to meet Katie’s as she stared up at him with her bright blue eyes. He felt the warmth of her mouth, but there was nothing seductive in her glance. He felt another sting at his neck. These girls were nuts! His head swam as he tried to form a protest. He reached up a hand to push away the girl on top of him – what was her name again? His body felt heavy, as if his limbs were filled with sand. She caught his hand easily and raised the inside of his wrist to her face. She flicked out her tongue as if to taste him, then took his wrist into her mouth. He watched as her jaw clenched and she bit into his flesh, too dazed to do anything but lie there.
When he saw the blood running down his arm, almost black in the streetlight, he realized that she hadn’t wanted him to bite her. She’d wanted the others to bite him. The pain in his wrist and the sensation of the warm blood trickling over his skin made him suddenly aware of similar sensations in his chest and neck. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt as much as heard the laughter of the girl with her mouth on his neck. Why couldn’t he remember her name? His vision blurred and filled with glittering black spots as his heart pounded even harder. His blood was hot on his skin as it spilled out of the girl’s mouth and onto his neck. The last thing he was aware of was the roughness of her tongue as she lapped it from his skin. Then everything was black warmth and he was gone.

~
The body careened end over end as it bounced over rocks to settle on the ravine floor. The three girls watched its wild fall with a kind of polite curiosity. Drained of blood as it was, the corpse was so desiccated that it looked like it had been out there for months. The local wildlife would no doubt carry it off in bits and pieces. They were counting on it, and Mother Nature hadn’t failed them yet. When their keen eyes saw the body roll to a stop and the last echoof its fall had died away, they turned and headed back to the car in silence.

After a few moments, a high, girlish voice broke the stillness. “Brooke?” the girl with the pale blonde hair said. “You couldn’t think of anything more dignified than ‘Brooke?’”

“Would you have preferred Mildred?” was the reply from the brunette.

“I don’t see why we can’t use our own names, that’s all.” There was petulance in her tone.

“Because people don’t name their daughters ‘Prudence’ anymore. Besides, it’s more fun this way. Isn’t that why you insist on playing with them first, Pru?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when we picked up that guy in the club, Celia.” They walked on in sulky silence, the only sound the light crunch of their footsteps in the snow-covered leaves.

“Well, I’m glad that this one wasn’t a smoker,” said the figure in the middle, always the peacemaker. “The tobacco always gives them a funny aftertaste.”

“True,” said Prudence after a thoughtful pause.

“You shouldn’t have let him see the blood though. His heart started pounding and I nearly choked. I’m sure there’s a huge mess on the seat.”

“Bite me,” Prudence snapped.

“Poor little Lorelei,” Celia teased. “If you can’t keep up I’ll be happy to switch places next time.”

“No, next time I get to be the driver.”

“You had the neck the time before this!” Prudence shouted across to  Celia.

They bickered in a familial way all the way back to the car, which was still happily parked under the streetlight on the shoulder. Lorelei raced around to the driver’s side as Celia called out “Shotgun!” and Prudence slouched into the backseat. In the passenger seat, Celia turned and ran her tongue across the leather.

“Yum! Leftovers,” she said cheerfully.

“Don’t be vile,” Prudence chided.

“It’s only midnight,” Lorelei remarked with a glance at the clock on the dash. “I think we’ll have time for some dessert.”

“Glutton!” Prudence cried with a laugh.

“Let’s go!” said Celia eagerly.

Lorelei laughed and threw the car into gear. She pushed the gas pedal to the floor as the night flew by the windows. They would be in Boston before the clubs even let out.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this!

~Liz