Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 62

My right hand slid down Astrid’s neck, fingers wandering over her smooth skin. She felt like the cleanest, purest thing in the forest—a contrast to Chloe.

Chloe was beautiful, raw, and earthy… a representation of the primal intensity of base instinct and desire. In a place like this, where we were surviving for our very lives while away from all those creature comforts, maybe it made sense that she was comfortable enough to cross those forbidden lines.

Astrid was the complete opposite. Despite being trapped out here with us, she was comparatively clean and put together. She had few abrasions or bruises from the crash. It was as if the wilds and danger wouldn’t touch her, no matter how hard they tried. She was lovely grace, and the single thread that still connected me to everything clean and civilized… everything that made me human.

Neither one was better than the other—just different.

Thing is… Chloe wasn’t here. Astrid was.

My fingers slid lower, disappearing under the collar of her shirt to explore the expanse of her chest. A sound from her was all the permission I needed. She’d been trying to get me to do this for days… I was sure of it.

There was no bra. She had to have gotten rid of it between yesterday and today because I would have noticed those hard little nubs of flesh had she not been wearing one the last couple of days.

My fingers closed over one of her nipples, and I lightly twisted it, getting another series of soft moans from. Her slender piano player’s fingers brushed the side of my face, and she plunged her tongue further down my throat as I played with her chest. She clearly enjoyed having them played with.

The next few minutes passed in relative silence as we messaged our lips and tongues against each other. My one hand palmed a small, almost nonexistent breast before switching to the other. I took special attention to grind against her nipples, getting beautiful little mewls of pleasure from the heiress. I could feel her chest pressing against my hand, greedily trying for more pressure. Her fingers curled into fists on the side of my head, the pressure between them increasing as if she were trying to take out all her pent-up sexual energy by pushing it into my temples.

Finally, she broke my kiss and panted against my lips, “Marcus, I want you inside of me so badly.”

I wanted it too, but that was a sheer impossibility. Seat cushions and twisted frame obscured everything from the middle of her torso and down. She was wrapped in a cocoon of wreckage that Chloe and I had torn away to expose her face and chest. Fucking her was out of the question. Hell… I wasn’t sure if I’d even be able to reach between her legs to finger her, but I was willing to try.

“I want it, too,” I said. I thought about taking my pistol out of the front of my pants and opening them so that she could suck on my cock, but that would have been entirely unfair to her if I couldn’t get her off. The dark thought crossed my mind again that I didn’t necessarily need to be fair to her… after all, she hadn’t been good to Bobbi.

But I let it pass. That’s not what this was… not right now. We were simply two people with a desire for each other and a need for that desire to be satiated.

“Can you try?” Astrid said, staring up at me with those big blue-grey pools. The look in her eyes was nearly heartbreaking. “I can do it myself, but if you can reach me…”

I glanced down at where her midsection disappeared under the wreckage, imagining me slipping my hand underneath it to reach her quivering mound, my face level with her tits, allowing me to suck on them while her lips were wrapped around my cock.

I felt my tongue dart across my lips again, and Astrid quickly followed it with another kiss, moaning against my lips.

“I can try,” I said against her mouth.

“Marcus!” A static-filled voice burst over the walkie near my feet.