Kay - Young Shooters part 8
~JERICHO'S POV~
"Good morning beautiful," he whispers into my ear. I shiver as I feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck
as he nuzzles his face into my hair. "Did you sleep well?"
Sleep? He's got to be kidding. No, I didn't sleep. His damn cock was pressed against me all night and he
knows it too.
I'm so damn tired that I can barely keep my eyes open.
He chuckles as he plays with a strand of my hair while one of his hand caresses down along my ribcage, lower
across my abdomen, where it comes to rest on the curve of my hip.
I can't move. It's as if I'm paralyzed with fear. I know what he wants.
"If I lay with you, will you let me go?" I ask, hoping that we can make a deal. All I had to lose was my
virginity, right? I don't think that I can go through another night like last night.
He chuckles. "Maybe. Maybe not."
I bite my tongue to keep from cursing him. "Yes or no."
He pauses and I can feel the tension in the air. "Maybe. Maybe not," he repeats. His hand moves away and I
feel him moving behind me. I turn, wincing at the pain in my wrists, and whimper as I see the large hunting
knife in his hands.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I grin as I see his sleepy eyes widen in fear. Does he really think that I'll hurt him. Hell, I want to lay with
him, not slit his throat.
"No, please," he whimpers as he tries to scoot away.
I grab his wrists and slice the ropes away from them. He looks at me surprised as he rubs each wrist trying
to get the feeling back.
"You're letting me go?" He asks hopefully.
I laugh out loud. "I'm giving you a choice," I growl as I stare at the knife and how the light reflects on the
sharp blade. "Lay with me?"
I see him shiver in fear as he looks around. Yeah, he could run, but he couldn't hide and he knows it. Being
naked doesn't help matters any either.
He lowers his head and nods. What choice does he have?
I know I said I like my lovers willing and to be active participants, but somehow I get the feeling that Jericho
is a virgin and will need a little extra persuasion.
I gently push him backwards onto the blanket, covering him with my body. He whimpers again and that
causes my cock to twitch in anticipation.
"Have you ever lain with another man?" I ask again, already knowing the answer.
He shakes his head.
"Then I'll take it easy on you, since it's your first time," I whisper as I lean down and kiss his luscious soft
lips.
He squirms as my tongue snakes into his mouth, but I grip his hips holding him still as I explore every inch of
it.
I feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He's so scared that he can barely breathe. Deciding that quicker
might be better on his first time, I start to kiss my way downward.
~JERICHO'S POV~
I can't believe that another man is kissing me like he is. I thought he was going to be so rough and mean, but
he's nothing like that. His kiss and his touch are so gentle, so caring.
I moan as his teeth pull at my hard nipples. Yelping when he bites down softly on them.
He chuckles as he moves lower. Instinct takes over and I spread my legs wide for him as he kisses his way
down my chest, across my sternum to my abdomen, where he pauses and sucks at my navel. When his
tongue flicks inside of it, I arch up in surprise.
He chuckles at that reaction, but continues to move lower.
I shiver as I feel his breath on my cock.
~BENOIT'S POV~
He's not resisting and that's a good thing, because I don't think I could stop if I wanted to.
I smile as I look at his long slender cock jutting upwards in front of my face. I blow on it and he shivers. God,
he's so beautiful spread out like this.
I can't believe that I'm the first to lay claim to him.
He whimpers and squirms as I lap at the head of his beautiful cock, smiling as his hands rub against my head,
urging me on.
I engulf his cock hungrily and his hips buck upwards. I chuckle as I suck greedily, my free hand cupping and
gently caressing his balls.
I look up and see that he is thrashing his head back and forth. He glances down at me, his eyes full of desire.
He moans at the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of my mouth.
I feel him tense and he comes hard. Instead of swallowing it, I stroke him so that he shoots into my hand and
onto his lower abdomen.
It takes him a few minutes, but his breathing slowly returns to normal. When he finally opens his eyes, I can
tell that something has changed between us.
I lift his legs onto my shoulders, fully exposing his small puckered opening.
He is too weak and too lost in all the sensations to resist what I'm about to do.
I coat my cock with his seed. He whimpers as I press a slick finger into him, probing, stretching. I add
another and he starts to squirm.
He jumps as I press upwards.
I smile as I aim for that spot each time. I've learned that you can turn any man into your whore if you learn
where his pleasure spot is.
Jericho squirms and moans as he pushes back onto my fingers. He doesn't know it yet, but I have no
intentions of ever letting him go.
I yank my fingers out and he groans in disappointment.
I rub the head of my aching, throbbing cock at his tight entrance and he stills.
"Do you want this?" I ask, shocked at how husky my voice was.
"Yes," he gasps.
I push into him, spearing him with my rock hard cock.
He cries out in pain, but I lean over and cover his mouth with mine, stifling his screams.
I aim for his pleasure spot and soon he is moaning and arching up to meet each thrust.
As my cock rams into him, I suck on his exposed throat, marking him as mine.
I grip his hips as I slam into him one last time before shooting deep within his bowels.
He holds me close as he whimpers and comes once again.
I lay on top of him for the longest, reluctant to pull out of his tight warmth. He must have fainted, because
he's not moving. I smile as I raise up and gently pull out of him, surprised at how hard I still am.
Once I'm off the top of him, he rolls over, sound asleep with a content look on his face.
I chuckle as I wash off and quickly pull my clothes back on.
What a beautiful day it is.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I wait patiently until Kurt comes around the corner. I grab him and shove him hard against the unforgiving
wall of the building.
"Hunter?" He asks surprised, as he rubs the back of his head.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask as I rip the damn sheriff badge off of his shirt.
"What are you talking about?" He growls confused, grabbing the badge back from me.
"Sheriff Kurt," I mock.
"What's it to you?" He asks angrily, shoving me away. "You left me, remember?"
I lower my eyes and feel as if he had just jabbed a knife into my heart. "Please Kurt, you have to leave town
right now."
He laughs at me. I can't believe he's laughing at me.
"Leave? Oh no, Hunter, you're the one who needs to leave," he growls.
"Kurt, Austin is on his way," I blurt out, not caring what the consequences would be. I had to get Kurt out of
here.
"So," Kurt says, rolling his eyes.
"I was suppose to kill you," I whisper.
"You already did that," Kurt growls as he starts to walk away.
"NO!" I growl, grabbing his arm. "You're coming with me," I hiss, holding my gun to his temple. His eyes
widen in fear.
I see a shadow at my side, but I don't have time to react as a large fist connects with my jaw knocking me
down, yanking my gun from my hand. As my head hits the ground, darkness enfolds me.
~KURT'S POV~
I'm in shock as I look at the huge man that stands before me. His scarred face making him look even more
frightening.
"Thank you," I manage to whisper.
The man's smaller companion smiles at me as he checks the larger man's knuckles with a concerned look on
his face.
I look down at Hunter and feel a pang of guilt.
"Would you help me get him to the jail?" I ask the strangers.
They nod.
The large one leans down and scoops Hunter up easily in his huge arms.
I can't take my eyes off Hunter. I have no intentions of letting him out of my jail until he tells me everything.
Damn it! I'm in charge here. Not him.
"So what's your name?" I ask the giant of a man.
"Glenn," he growls.
"Sean," the smaller one says smiling.
"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find a certain gunfighter named Mark would you?" Glenn asks.
I frown. Do I tell him? What if he kills Mark? What would Adam do?
"Why?" I finally ask.
"He's my brother."
~JASON'S POV~
I hold my cheek, where Austin just slapped me. He is constantly reminding me that I'm his. I watch him as
he gathers up all his guns.
"Don't leave camp again," he growls in a deep warning as he exits the tent.
I jump as he sticks his head back in. "Tonight, you're gonna lay with me and your new brother."
'New brother?' I thought.
Austin is sick. Isn't Rob and me enough for him?
Brother. I've always wanted a brother. Memories of the two small blond hair boys come rushing back to me.
Adam. Christian. I clutch my cross as I try to remember who they are.
