Fuensalida

Chapter 10

Celeste sat on the bed in another motel. It had been a week since they had fled the cabin and they had driven around the US. She did not know what his plan was now. Did he even have a plan anymore? Since the night she had pulled off her clothes and told him to go ahead, since he had taken a gander at her last bruises, he had not attempted to touch her. She was somewhere between giddy and curious.

She watched the news, as was her usual routine at night. Last night she had caught a glimpse of herself on the news, her face, maybe two years younger, but still definitely her face. Her mother’s picture was right beside hers. The two were missing, the mother was presumed dead, but if anyone had seen them please call the number below. Celeste had wondered if anyone had noticed them, had called that number and stated they were there. Her head felt dizzy every time she thought of someone catching them, of everything that would happen as a result.

She then always wondered if anyone really cared that she was missing.

Her door opened, Chris stepping in with a bag from Wendy’s in his hand. “I bought you a salad, don’t worry, Princess,” he told her, closing the door behind him. She chuckled a bit then tilted her head as he put a pink frothy drink beside her salad.

“And a strawberry shake,” she said, though she was a bit delighted. The first thing she did was reach out to the cherry on top and pop it into her mouth, tasting whip cream and strawberry and trying not to hum her pleasure.

“I figured it wasn’t ‘greasy’ and therefore it was safe,” he told her, sitting beside her on the bed. She smiled at him, not saying a thing, opening the lid off of the salad and pouring on the dressing. “You are welcome,” he said, hardly upset with her for not thanking him. The smile was exactly that.

“I want to go to Vermont,” Celeste suddenly blurted, then quickly shoved a forkful of lettuce into her mouth.

“For their teddy bears?” he asked, leaning back a bit as she ate.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked once she had finished her bite.

“I ate on the drive,” Chris told her. “So do you want to go to Vermont for syrup?”

“You shouldn’t eat while you drive,” Celeste pointed out to him, turning to face him. “It distracts you and isn’t healthy. And you probably ate the tenth burger you’ve had since this started.”

“Burgers are good,” he said, “but it was a chicken sandwich. Is it because Vermont is small?”

“Well chicken is better,” Celeste amended. “And Vermont is ranked the smartest state in the US.”

“Because it’s as big as my pinky,” Chris laughed.

“There’s a really good private school in Terra, it’s outside of Burlington.”

“Ah, Burlington, the largest city in Vermont, smaller than most suburbs where you came from,” Chris pointed out.

Celeste finished her salad in silence. Chris sat beside her, saying nothing, letting her eat. She tossed the garbage, fastidiously cleaning up, then moved to her shake. After nearly giving herself brain freeze from drinking too much at once she turned back to him. “I don’t want to keep running like this.”

Chris raised an eyebrow and smirked that perfect smirk of his. “What makes you think you have a choice?”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” Chris stood and for a moment she panicked that he was going to leave. She placed the shake back on the stand and started to stand up behind him. He turned back at her, gazing down at her.

Celeste shifted on the bed, she went from pleading to supercilious, as was her nature. Her prim nose in the air she stated, “I’m tired of all of the fast food. I can feel my arteries clogging every day. Though it does not mean I do not appreciate the gesture of the salad,” she quickly amended, averse to stepping too far over the line he had drawn for her.

He watched her, which she took as a good sign. He did not blink, only continued to observe her while she did her best not to show her frittering nerves.

“Despite Mom’s lack of skill with… a lot of other things,” he tried not to choke at her words, “she really is an excellent cook. We could have a warm meal, be comfortable, and not eat food out of a bag.”

“Mmmhmmm,” was his reply.

Celeste looked up at him. “No?”

Chris bit back the smirk on his twisted lips. “Is that your best argument? How about Oregon then?”

“My argument was for all of us,” Celeste snapped. He again had to hold back the bubbling laughter and smirk, watching her temper rise as it did… on occasion. “I could go to a good school, you two no longer have to run. We would have the chance to be someone else.”

“We can do that in Oregon,” he said again.

“I don’t want to go to Oregon!” Celeste cried out, gripping the bed sheets to keep from lashing out at him. He was so frustrating at times.

“Ah, and there it is,” Chris told her, calmer now, not biting back a smirk, though still amused. “This is not about what is best for the three of us, it is what Celeste wants, and Celeste wants to go to that school in Terra because it is one of the highest ranked schools in the country.”

Celeste boiled, her cheeks growing red and hot. “It’s not just for me,” she snarled.

“No,” he admitted. “This is not just for you, however you want this bad enough, this particular school bad enough, that it does not seem worth it for me.”

Celeste screwed up her face. “I…”

Chris grinned. “I’m surprised, young Celeste, you are at a loss for words.” He began to stand, then seemed to change his mind, wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her close to him. She looked up, her eyes perfectly wide. “What’s in it for me, if I take you to Vermont.”

“I… what could I possibly have to give you?” She was hardly so dense, but she found it difficult to look him in the eyes while realizing the askance in his words.

“You know what I want,” he said, his eyes pointedly moving to her lips.

“No,” she said flatly.

“No what?” he asked, his smile widening.

“No, I won’t do it.” She shook her head. Her body jerked, trying to pull back away from him.

“Won’t what?” he asked. His hand moved up, caressing her cheeks, his finger sliding across her moist lips. “Put those pretty little lips around my thick cock.”

He loved the way she reacted to that. Her body jerked harder, moving back and away from him, her cheeks now flushed with a different sort of red. “I… I won’t.”

“I think you will,” he smiled. “Otherwise I think we will end up in Oregon instead.”

“I… I can’t.”

“Sure you can.” He released her quickly, reaching down to his pants and starting to unbutton and unzip them, pushing them down even as he did. She reared back, nearly sliding off of the bed. She fought to keep herself off of the floor, long enough that he had his boxers and pants down and off before she realized how quickly he could undress. He gripped her hand and pulled her forcefully down and to him, forcing her head to his thighs where his thick erection stood up at attention for her. She gasped, long enough for him to put his hands in her soft straight hair and pull her head forward, forcing her mouth around the head of his cock.

She gasped, whimpered, and sucked. She knew when she was beat and she was proving now how much she wanted to go to Vermont, how much this meant to her. She wiggled her ass, her lips moving around the head. She was inexperienced, and it showed, yet she was eager to have her way. Her lips pumped the head of his cock hotly, moving around it in circles, her tongue an avid player, licking across the small slit in the head and pushing.

He moaned, his body pushing upwards, forcing more of his thick cock into her tight mouth. She went down a little further, still just working his cock, sucking at it hungrily. His moans were filling the room, his hands gripping at her hair. Her hand pushed at his, trying to move his hands away, he kept sliding them back into her hair, wanting to hold onto her. He watched her wiggling ass, enjoying the way her breasts pushed into his thighs. He noted the lack of bra on under her shirt and felt himself thicken even more.

“Good girl,” he whispered hoarsely, moaning even louder when her throat hit the head of his cock. He pumped his hips, wanting more of his cock deep in her mouth. She kept her movements, starting to pump it herself, her lips and tongue moving along the length. He watched her, though it was growing harder to keep his eyes open. Her mouth was tight, moving like heaven with a flame over him.

His head fell back just in time for her to quickly pull off of him, choking a bit as she leaned back. “I can’t,” she said again; already proving she very well could.

He reached out, gripped her hair, and pushed her head down again. She flailed a bit to his amusement. “Just lick it.” Her tongue moved along the length, heat surging through him. She licked along the full length of it, around it, making it moist. “That’s it,” he said hoarsely, his voice still the husky lowered contralto of pleasure. “Make it nice and wet.”

She kept licking around it, her tongue wet along it. She moved against him, her body squirming a bit, enough that he knew she was bothered by her actions. When she pulled back he was ready for her. He reached out, gripped her, and pulled her down to the bed. He forced her onto her back, his body moving over hers, his lips at her ear, her neck. “It’s not fair, just because you want something…”

“No Celeste,” he smiled, his tongue running along her ear, “you want something.”

“I don’t want this,” she argued.

“No?” He moved up, gripping her legs and spreading them before him. His finger slipped into her skirt, into her panties, and played along her wet lip. He slid his finger up and down those damp folds, watching her face, her teeth digging into her perfectly pink lips. “You aren’t wet? You don’t need me to fill you?”

She shook her head, a bit vigorously. “No.”

He pulled his finger from her, rubbing the digit along her thigh. The wetness was very apparent. He said nothing, gripping her panties and pulling them down her legs. She let him, settling against the bed, her hooded eyes watching him crawl over her, rubbing his cock along her folds. She pushed towards him, unable to help her body’s response to him, the warm ache between her thighs that called for him to join her.

He began pushing himself inside of her, much to her delight. Her back arched, her body pushed back, and he found himself easily sliding inside of her, pushing deeply. He grinned when she moaned, her lips parted in a pant. He held himself there, not moving, letting her ride the wave of need along him. She pumped her hips, trying to force his reaction. “You don’t want me,” he snarked. He pushed deeper then slowly began to pump her. She panted in pleasure, moving with him, slowly letting him take her hot body.

He pushed deeply, in and out of her. Her arms stretched over her head, pushing her body closer to his. “Tell me you like it,” he said to her, gripping her hips, driving her towards him.

“No,” she moaned.

He pushed harder, pumping her tight body. She cried out and writhed, his cock throbbing inside of her. “Tell me you like it,” he demanded.

“No!” Her body protested to her words, her own reactions proved her a liar. Still she denied her need for his body.

“Fine then,” he said, “you on top.”

“No!“ she cried out again in a panic, his hands moving over her hips as she struggled. “I’ll tell you I like it!“

“Too late.“ He gripped her tighter, pulling her tightly to him, and turned, falling onto his back, watching her be pulled from hers to straddling his hips. He moved her perfectly, his cock staying deep inside of her when they moved.

She gasped, the head driving itself deeper inside of her. “Oh,” she moaned, sitting on his lap, her skirt spread out over them. “I can’t.”

“You keep saying that,” he told her, “and you keep proving yourself wrong.” He pumped at her, lifting his hips, gripping her own hips. He drove himself up and down inside of her, waiting for her to move, to learn her rhythm. He took her, even from beneath her, her hips learning their response. Sliding up and down his cock they moved together, his eyes watching her, hers closed so as not to see his reactions.

She cried out loudly, her cries filling the room as he pumped and pushed into her. She felt her body tighten around his cock, ready to release the orgasm pushing at her insides. He gripped her hips tighter, biting his lip, trying to keep himself quiet, to let her ride out the wave, the pleasure of his cock inside of her. She squeezed it, her body tighter, her scream following shortly after, her body nearly falling off of his in pleasure, but he held onto her, pulling her harder down onto his cock instead of releasing her from her pleasure prison.

He kept pumping her body, bouncing her up and down, watching those perfect breasts jiggle in her shirt. He licked his lips, pumping vigorously, watching her body bounce along his cock. Beads of sweat littered her brow, something that only made him drive himself harder into her.

He was swelling, she felt the telltale stretch in her body. She kept lifting and falling, wanting to scream at him to stop. He could not, his hands gripping her and twisting her, pushing her down onto her back once again, crawling over her, moving into her. She reached up, her hands wrapping around his arms, holding him. Their bodies pumped a perfect rhythm, even as he sped up she met him. Their lips parted in moans of pleasure, meeting in the darkening room, the glow of the television illuminating their sweaty bodies. His cock grew harder, thicker, his pants into her mouth growing louder, their hands tightening on one another. He pulled his body from hers just in time to spurt onto her ass, leaking onto the bed. She shuddered, arching back.

He watched his cock spill, sliding his hand to it, pumping out every drop, making a mess of the sheets below them. She slid back on the sheets, one of his hands still holding onto her, not letting her move far, shaking his head. “No,” he whispered hoarsely, “We’ll take a shower together.” He reached for her and lifted her into his arms and proceeded to carry her to the shower.