Last Light

by Claire Kent

“I’m gonna make you come. I’m gonna make you come real good.” There’s a hot promise in his eyes that surprises me and makes my whole body clench in excitement.

He hasn’t kissed my mouth yet. I never expected him to.

He fucks me with his fingers. Not just pumping and rubbing. He’s fucking me. With his hand. Rough and fast and urgent. It feels different. Harder. Deeper.

I never make the conscious decision not to tell him I’m a virgin. I just don’t. It would make him treat me differently. He might even change his mind. I like how he is right now. I don’t want him to change. Or stop.

“This hurtin’ you?” “No,” I rasp. “Just… just tight. You’re… big.” “Yeah?” He sounds surprised. Faintly pleased. Then his tone changes. “Too big for you?”

I rub myself frantically as his thrusts grow hard and jerky. I cry out as my pleasure finally releases. He pushes against my contractions for a few seconds but then pulls out of me with a loud exclamation. He lets me fall to the bed and comes on my stomach, using his hand to squeeze himself through the release.

“Oh fuck, Layne.” His voice is muffled by my neck. He’s sucking a hickey into my skin. “You’re the hottest little thing I ever felt.”

He pulls his fingers out of my body, and I whimper when I see in the dim light that he’s sliding them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Just tell me if you don’t like it.” “I’ll let you know.” His mouth quirks up. “Bet you will like it.” “Don’t be smug.”

“You like it when I say that, don’t you?” “Course I do. How big do you think I am?” “Very big.” I wiggle my butt, making both of us moan. “Very, very big.” Then I add in a different tone. “Just like your ego.”

“You were bleedin’!” He grabs me by the shoulders. “Did I make you bleed last night? Did I hurt you?”

If you really think it’s too dangerous, I trust you.” Something flickers on his face. “Yeah?”

He looks painfully torn. He finally murmurs, “I just wanna keep you safe.”

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” I say in a milder tone. He snorts softly. “I deserved it. I was bein’ an ass. Sorry.”

“Why are you looking at me that way? I’m totally covered.” “I know you are. Don’t matter. You’re sexy as hell.”

He smells clean. Not really like Travis.

Sometimes we gotta cry ’bout the smaller things because the big things are just too big.”

It sounds like he’s smiling. I’m smiling too.

“You feel like it?” “I’m not crampy right now, but I’m still… Might get a little messy.” “What the hell do I care about that?”

EEEEEEEE

His eyes are roving over my face and body with a heat and possessiveness that exhilarates me. I’m still wearing the oversized man’s shirt, but Travis obviously likes what he sees.

How am I supposed to move?” “Whatever feels good to you.” “Isn’t there a right way to do it?” “Course not. Not any rules in this. Just try some stuff out. See what feels good.” “But I want it to feel good to you too.” He huffs in amusement and rocks his hips. “Layne, I’m inside you, and it don’t get any better’n that. It’s gonna feel good to me. I promise.”

“Do you need some ibuprofen?” He grunts. I think he probably means the grunt to be a no, but I pretend it’s a yes and go get him some pills.

I reach down to grab his erection with both hands.

WITH BOTH HANDS??

If a man has a woman willin’ to put her mouth on him and he whines about her techniques, then he don’t deserve her at all.”

I love you travis farrell

I snicker and squeeze his side, searching for any soft flesh to get ahold of. There isn’t any. Every part of the man is firm.

“She was always a good woman. I still love her.

she might as well be the dead by the way you still pine over her

I try to ignore how much it bothered me to hear him say he still loves her.

:')

He bends at the waist, so his butt is right there in front of me, the soft denim stretched tautly over the neat, firm curve of it. I don’t even think about it. His ass is simply irresistible. I give it a little swat. Travis grunts and jerks, clearly surprised. Still reaching down to fix the compression wrap on his ankle, he shoots me a narrow-eyed look over his shoulder.

He braces himself with one arm and fucks me hard from behind until he’s slamming into me with a slapping sound on each thrust. I’m so loud I turn my head so I can scream into the quilt as climax finally wracks my body.

He obviously likes everything he sees. His expression is possessive. Almost primal.

“Yeah. Guess so. Just makin’ sure. Wanna make sure I’m treatin’ you right.”

TRAVISSSSSSS

“Gotta go eventually. Our people need us.” He doesn’t say it, but I know he’s thinking of Cheryl.

...

He doesn’t feel hot and urgent tonight though. He feels quiet and needy, like I do. Deep.

I dig my fingers into his ass. He grunts and jerks his hips. “Oh, fuck, darlin’.”

“Damn it, dog. You and her both.” “Him and me what?” I asked, intrigued by the vague statement. He shakes his head at me the way he did at the dog. “You and him both. Gonna ruin me.”

“Come over here, darlin’.”

He only ever calls me “darlin’” when we’re having sex, usually right before he comes.

The men who fight back are killed quickly. They’re the lucky ones. The women and children—even those who don’t try to resist—are raped. Over and over again. Some are kept for weeks, months, forced to service whoever has claimed them. I’m not going to let that happen to me. I’ll kill myself first. I have absolutely no hesitation about that conclusion. I’d rather die than be taken like that. If they get me, Travis will already be dead. He’ll fight to protect me even if it’s a losing battle. I know that for sure. If Travis is killed, I’ll have nothing left anyway.

He knows me. He cares about me. He immediately recognized that I was upset and wanted to do something about it. It’s nice. To have someone in your life like that. He doesn’t have to be anything more to me.

She’d just been teaching for two years when I was her student, so she’s only in her late twenties now.

STAY AWAY FROM OUR MANZ

Maisey and Jenna look like sisters. They’re in their thirties and don’t say much.

BACK FROM OUR MANZ! BACK I SAY

Travis clears his throat. “You happen to know Cheryl? My ex-wife?”

:|

It matters—even at the end of the world. Doing right by the people you love. I’ll hold on to him tonight. And I’ll let him go tomorrow.

Mack is shaking his head, his eyes on me. I like the man a lot. He looks at me like an equal. Like an intelligent human being. Not as a helpless, brainless appendage like a lot of men do.

Mmm

I smile at him. “That’s really great. That you do that.” He clears his throat, ducking his head and then giving me a sheepish smile. “Yeah. Uh. It’s not that great.” “Yes, it is. You really help people.” I glance over and see Travis was watching me, but he turns away when I look in his direction.

YEAH RUN BACK TO CHERYL TRAVY BOY ILL GO FOR MACK INSYEAD

I hear the squeal of joy. And then I see the woman running. She throws herself into Travis’s arms. He hugs her tight. He was married to her. They had a child together. He was with her in high school and in all the years that followed. A divorce doesn’t matter that much when the world falls apart the way it did. Of course he still loves her. He belongs to her a lot more than he’ll ever belong to me.

:'(

I hear the squeal of joy. And then I see the woman running. She throws herself into Travis’s arms. He hugs her tight. He was married to her. They had a child together. He was with her in high school and in all the years that followed. A divorce doesn’t matter that much when the world falls apart the way it did. Of course he still loves her. He belongs to her a lot more than he’ll ever belong to me.

:'(

I like a lot of these people, but none of them I love. There’s Anna. I love her. And Travis. I love him too. That’s it.

At least the dog loves me. Wants me. Everything is different now. Travis isn’t mine. I’ve got to get used to being alone.

Because of the dog’s position in front of me, Travis has to hold on to both me and the dog.