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It’d pissed him off at first, her stifled tears. He could hear her sniffling to herself every night, the deep gasping breaths that she tried to keep muffled against her scavenged pack. She cried her heart out like she was the only damn person in the whole world to discover the person they’d loved most had dropped a nuke for petty ass reasons.
Huh. Maybe it was a small club.
Her eyes would be puffy and red in the morning even as she fixed him with her pretty artificial corporate smiles. The lying pissed him off even more than the crying did. If you’re gonna fuckin’ mope, then mope. Don’t half ass it and pretend otherwise. He’d told her.
I have to. She’d said, voice desperate like the fake smiles were the only things tethering her to reality. I have to.
Far be it from me to judge coping mechanisms, said the man that’d once imbibed every mind altering substance in an organ harvesting joint because the very girl in front of him had saved his life when he didn’t deserve it, but shovin’ it all down don’t usually turn out so good. Well, he smiled lecherously at her just to watch her squirm, shovin’ emotions down, that is. There’s other things pretty girls like you can swallow down fine.
He liked the way it sparked a fire in her eyes. He liked the way she showed more life when she threw a half-empty scavenged bottle of Wonderglue at him. If he was maybe a little too invested in that spark in her big ole eyes, well, he could tell himself that he wanted to take the opportunity to talk to someone that actually had two brain cells to rub together and got his literary references, and her mopey state wasn’t quite so talkative as he’d been expecting based off their first little foray through the wastes together.
He’d only been fucking with her, though. The innuendo was meant to rile her up and bring her to life, not to be a proposition. Possibility hadn’t even crossed his mind, though the thought most definitely had. Like hell a pristine dweller like her’d ever sully themselves with a monster like him.
So, it’d be a hell of an understatement to say this addition to their traveling relationship was surprising.
She could be real fucking coy when she wanted to be, for all she’d been the one to start this deranged new pastime of theirs. Today, she said nothing when she woke, simply rolled off her makeshift bedding and moseyed over on hands and knees till she sat at his feet like the well-behaved pup she most certainly was not. Now, seeing her crawling was enough to send an interested surge of blood southwards, but when she rest her cheek on his thigh and peered up at him with those wide, big eyes? He grew harder faster than he’d thought possible, but he kept on cleaning his rifle, non-metaphorically speaking that was, and found himself content to let the girl get at whatever she had percolating in that strange vaultie mind of hers. Couldn’t be so bad if’n it involved her and his dick, after all, ‘specially now he knew she wouldn’t bite.
Lucy started real slow-like, the minx, pawing a hand over the length of him and pressing to make him hiss, keeping her eyes fixed on his. The pressure and friction and look on her face triggered another throb of blood, and he was ready and raring to go, fully hard with pants still on. An over-sweet sugar bomb smile trickled over her face, “Good gosh, I didn’t even have to do anything.”
“Considerin’ you been hornier’n a bitch in heat since you first rode this particular stallion, I got to imagining all the things I could to ya when you came crawling on over. And you’d let me do about anything, wouldn’t you? Desperate little fucking thing you are.” Her mouth pursed in a cute frown, but he saw the color rising high into her cheekbones. She liked when he talked mean to her. Precious girl, always showing more layers beneath the maraschino cherry sweetness. He spread his legs and sunk further into the chair to give her easier access, but didn’t put down his gun onto the table. She’d have to crawl a little more to get properly under it, less she wanted to strain her neck sucking him off sideways. “All’s I’m saying is, y’can’t blame a man for getting excited when a girl like you’s getting her pretty lips close and personal. That what you’re planning, sweetie? Gettin’ your mouth on my cock?”
“I like performing fellatio on you.” She said, all reasonable like she weren’t on her knees and near begging, “And you like receiving it. So, as a mutually beneficial proposal, I’d like to extend an offer—“
Cooper nudged her cheekbone with the barrel of the sawed-off Winchester. She had a faded yellow bruise there from an altercation with some fiends a week previous. Peaches and cream on her pale skin. Good girl didn’t even flinch as the metal indented her skin. “Say it normal, sweetness.”
He liked the way she scrunched her eyes narrow, the way she had to feel the crude words out on her tongue. “I— I want to suck your cock. Please.”
“Oh, yeah,” He gave her a wolfish grin, “And why’s that?”
Her light brown eyes darkened. “I had a dream, it… it left me very aroused.
“And what was it got you so riled in this dream of yours?” Hell, he wanted to know real bad now since it had her crawling on over to him, but he kept his voice casual.
“You had me by the hair. And you— fucked,” the word was pretty and precise from her mouth, consonants polished carefully on that clever tongue of her, “My throat by pulling it while I sucked on you.”
That one sent a shudder along his spine. She had a way of igniting nerves he’d thought long dead. And urges he’d never thought existed in the first place. Cooper’d never been a rough man with his wife, but Lucy, Lucy, she dragged all sortsa nasty things outta him with her pretty begging and citations of sexual exploration. And he liked it all far too much, monster that he was. Lucy could talk about consent and safety all she wanted, but he’d never not feel like he was fouling her up and ruining her with his touch. Problem was, that wasn’t enough to stop him these days. Maybe even held some of the appeal. “That’s a good girl. Go on then.”
She re-maneuvered herself between his thighs and he watched, gun in one hand and rag covered in polish in the other, both forgotten for the moment as she busied herself back up with those kitten light little brushes. Coy, yes, but not particularly patient, because she only teased him over his pants a moment more before going for the belts then button and fly, clever fingers extricating his throbbing cock from the fabric to his encouraging grunt. He used to be mostly quiet, centuries old habit of not waking the kid dying hard, but Lucy liked feedback, and had managed some sort of Pavlov’s dog shit that made him wanna talk at her and sing praises and let everything out because it got her more riled up and that tended to work well in his favor. Lucy ran a featherlight thumb along the underside and he hissed so that those eyes of hers would dart on up to meet his.
The first time she’d seen him this undressed she’d stared a long beat, and he’d got real self-conscious, real angry, real fast. He’d been prepared to brush it all off as a lark, grind her proposition down and make her regret it before storming on off to wallow in the hatred for his ghoulish form. Then she’d gone and licked her lips and he could see the hunger in her eyes and all irritation vanished in an instant. She stared the same way now, in fascination at her own hands as the paleness of- most- of her fingers wrapped around the angry red, scarred and veined length of him. He grit his teeth and huffed out his nose hole at the barely there touch. Lucy tugged at the skin round the head, darted forward to suck off the drop of pre-come welling there and press the flat of her tongue along the slit, and his hands dropped to the table at the sudden jolt of actual sensation after all the teasing. Devil-girl. She smiled all sweet up at him, doe eyes sparkling with cheer.
“Well, go on then, baby. Get whatchu came on over for.” For some reason that made her laugh, a breathy giggle that ghosted over his heated skin and he had half a mind to tease her for it before he had absolutely zero of a mind for anything but the way she’d taken him in her mouth. She hummed contentedly and closed her eyes like she was getting a treat when he was the one being pulled between those pretty lips, when he was the one with pure California sunshine personified lavishing him with her attention. “Oh, that’s a good girl.”
He liked the little round to the tops of her cheeks when he praised her, like she’d be smiling if her mouth weren’t otherwise occupied. She drew back but opened her jaw wide and stuck out her tongue, so he could see the way his cock lay in her mouth before she tipped her head sideways to run that tongue up to the base and back, wetting him with her saliva. A pleased rumble originated deep in his chest as she wrapped both her hands round the base of him, letting her mouth do the work up top. Cooper let her lead, savoring the hot, wet feeling of her, the psychological pleasure of it being Lucy, pretty Lucy, sweet Lucy, his little killer with her cheeks hollowed out around him moaning on his cock. He savored, and he kept on cleaning his gun, valiantly splitting his attention to prevent an early firing. Time slipped in the sensation, the noises she made and the ones he tried and failed to contain until he felt those eyes boring up into him, mean as a feisty little kitten.
The way she looked at him was irate, as irate as one could look through their eyelashes with cock in their mouth. Too clever by half and always so sure she’d get just what she wanted. Never mind that if he had his way he’d be the only one giving it to her, the whole rest of her life. He knew what she wanted right now, remembered quite fucking clearly what she described in her dream, thanks very much, but she wanted him to own her in such a particular way that he took a different joy in denying her that. At least for now. Nah, hands were staying busy till she begged for it, till he decided.
A stray lock of hair from her bangs fell in front of her left eye, and he was quick to drop the rag on the table to tuck it behind her ear. The brush of fingers along her face made her perk right up until she realized he wasn’t gonna be doing any untoward grabbing. He smirked at her, a non verbal problem, sweetie?
That was apparently the limit to her patience. He made a noise of displeasure when she pulled off him with a wet sound, but she met his glare with a fierce one of her own. “Cooper!”
Now, he did so enjoy hearing her whine. “What’s that, baby?”
“I told you to—“ He didn’t let her get real far in her protest before snatching her hair up at the base of it.
“What’s that?” He repeated, laid the drawl on thick to enjoy the way she shivered in response. “You don’t think you’re the one givin’ instructions round here, do you?”
“Nn—“ With the utmost care, Cooper leaned forward and levered Lucy’s head slowly back by the hair, until she was arched in a surely uncomfortable position and moaning from it. Struck with inspiration, he ran the gun up along her slender neck, to the corner of her open mouth. Watching intently for signs of real distress, he poked it just a hair past her lips. Her breath stuttered. Eyes widened somehow further. Gorgeous.
“That’s what I thought. Don’t think you’ll be talkin’ much more now, kay?” She squeaked in response, and he smiled and when he pulled back the barrel of the carbine, she did too, before he was guiding her mouth back onto his dick.
The issue was: it was insanely fucking hot using her like this, and yet he was also very acutely aware of how delicate a human neck was, having snapped many in his overlong lifetime. So he kept real damn slow about it. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. Not like it didn’t feel like heaven itself just cause he weren’t fucking her face like a damn animal. Even if he wanted to. Even if she wanted him to. He could just go real slow and savor the hot suction of her mouth and the noises she made and be sure not to choke his pretty little thing or give her a bad crick in the neck.
She didn’t seem to have any problem with that either, judging by the fluttering of her eyelashes, the way she moaned around him, the way she pressed her tongue along the length of him and shuddered. Lucy had the most expressive face he’d seen in his life, and the rush of watching her, of being the one to make her make those faces, well, it was damn near as satisfying as the solely physical feeling of getting a fucking good blow job. She was getting squirmy, too, as a flush crawled up her sunburnt face. He let her unzip the vault suit and shove it off her shoulders, but when he saw her push her hands down the waist of it, he finally set the carbine on the table and tugged her back until only a trail of saliva connected her mouth to his cock. Fucking hell.
“Nope, you gon gimme those hands.” Her little growl lit all sortsa excitement in him, but she offered up both her hands, wrists together, for him to wrangle and lift above her head. One hand securing her hair, the other her hands, and she hadn’t been lying bout being flexible, he was sure this sorta position couldn’t be comfortable, let alone not wrenching a shoulder outta socket. “There you go, no one’s touching that pretty cunt but me, got it?”
The range of motion of her nod was limited, but a good enough affirmation. She opened her mouth wider, sticking her tongue out and straining forward against his grip on her hair. The message was loud and clear, and who was he to deny her? After all— he knew she’d bite before she let him really hurt her. He was the one in danger here. And he was less inclined to lose this piece of himself than the finger, given she didn’t have a replacement for him to steal and he was mighty attached to the original.
He pressed deeper, deeper, until he could feel the spasm of her throat around his cock as she gagged. A sheen of wetness glassed the wide doe eyes that she fixed on him, and a jolt of worry shot through Cooper before she closed her eyes, forcing the droplets down her cheeks, and moaned, sinful and delicious.
Christ.
No, he’d never done a thing like this before.
Fevered, less careful, needing, he moved her to his pleasure, a frantic burning building over his scarred skin. She was so fucking hot, so goddamned perfect, that he wanted to peel out of the ruin of himself, to live instead in her soft skin and bones. Lucy knew it, stared up at him as he degraded and used her at her own request. He found he didn’t mind her tears so much on this particular occasion. They shone like gratifying diamonds, pin pricks of wet that slipped down her smooth cheeks as she strained her mouth open to take his cock deeper down her throat. Her wide eyes were all shiny with them and if he’d known how pretty she was when teary, maybe he wouldn’t have been so pissed at the start. Maybe he’d have done this sooner.
Much as he enjoyed the divine fucking feeling of her drool pooling around his cock, the tightening of her throat, he didn’t actually want to hurt her so when she started sniffling too, he used the hand tangled in her hair to try and ease her back, give her a break, but the girl surged forward with a burning look in those eyes, pressing the hot wet enclosure of her mouth to the base of his cock until she choked on it and stayed there, sprouting a fresh well of tears in her big eyes and making his dead blood rush in his ears as her throat clenched and pulsed around him. He cussed nonsense as the rush tightened in the base of his spine and he more thoroughly yanked her back so the majority of the jets of hot come spurting from his cock didn’t all go down her throat. That was about all he had the presence of mind to do. It was a haze of throbbing pleasure, agonizing and too damn good for a monster like him. It took a hot minute before he drifted back to himself. He’d lost the grip on her wrists, but his fingers tangled loosely in her hair. He forced them to unclench, pet along her head to smooth down the wild strands.
Her big peepers still stared. She was smiling like the cat that got the cream; cream clinging to her bottom lip included in the lovely picture. She waited until he focused on her to wipe it off with her fingers and stick them in her mouth. His dick made a valiant effort to rise immediately back to full mast.
“Gonna have t’get you on a RadAway drip.” He grumbled, sounding like he’d been shot.
“Well, I think it was worth it.” Her cheeks widened in a pretty grin, “Don’t you?”
With a grunt, he leaned forward to hook his arms under hers and yank her off the floor. He heaved her up and tipped her back onto the table, paying no mind for how her head jarred against the wood of it and left her blinking dazedly. Divesting her of her pants was the only thing on his mind. She made a series of cute little noises as he lifted her legs by the knees to pry both layers of offending fabric off her to reveal her toned legs, soft skin covered in fine, dark hair. He tossed her pants and underwear to the side and ran his hands under her calves, up to her thighs. “Um,” Lucy propped herself up on her elbows, and made a face as she shimmied side to side, “I think I’m on your gun.”
“Not yet you ain’t.” He couldn’t help but say.
Her spluttering giggles were nearly as beautiful to his ears as the noises she’d made while choking on him. “Noooo,” She tried to kick him in the face, so he caught that leg at the ankle. “The lever action. It’s not very comfortable. And likely a hazard.”
“I was cleanin’ it when you interrupted me— it’s empty.” He muttered absently as he lifted her leg high, higher, he had to shift his grip to below her knee, back, fuckin’ flexible, until her hips lifted. He got distracted then by the sight of her pretty cunt opening up between the thatch of hair at the apex of her spread legs. Couldya blame him? He cleared his throat as he grabbed the carbine from underneath her low back, “Wouldn’ta stuck it in your mouth otherwise.”
She hummed. “Gun safety is vitally important. You have good trigger discipline for an outlaw, actually, I— ohhh my gosh!”
Cooper’d ducked down to lick a long strip from her puckered asshole to her engorged clit. He didn’t have much opportunity to be grateful for keeping his sense of taste and smell, what with the wasteland of it all, but this was one of them times. The sweat-heavy salt musk tang of her on his tongue was the best damn thing he’d eaten in the wastes. Holstering the gun behind his shoulder, he tugged the chair over with his foot and sat before his squirming dinner spread.
When he settled himself back between her legs, she moaned and let her elbows drop as she tipped her head back, which really would not fucking fly with him. He bit at the soft skin on her inner thigh to make her jolt and fixed her with a look of disappointment when she glared at him. “Nuh-uh, no lookin’ away. Keep them peepers on me, alright? Wanna see it on your face when you come for me.”
Her pupils had blown so wide they ate the light brown of her eyes. She nodded wordlessly, propping herself back up and nudging at his shoulder with the heel of her foot. He took her other thigh in hand to pull her legs wide as possible and her flexibility, again, startled and fully fucking aroused him every damn time. Her lips opened up for him to reveal the pink of her pussy, glistening with a wetness that threatened to drip down her perineum. “Oh, all this from sucking me off? You really are desperate, babygirl.”
Her eyelashes fluttered, but she did a good job in keeping them open. He kept that eye contact as he leaned forward to tease her clit with a flick of the tip of his tongue. She made a quiet noise low in her throat and tried to jerk backwards, not quite ready enough for such direct contact.
Now, he liked getting blown and shooting a load on a pretty lady as much as the next fella and wouldn’t ever complain a peep, but this? Devouring his girl while she whimpered and thrashed around, cunt gushing out her appreciation, doing everything he could to get her off again and again till she screamed? That was bliss. He felt frantic, needful of it, licking flat stripes along the inner sides of her lips, plunging inside to taste her. Cooper could be methodical, do this with finesse and precision, but she’d driven him out of his head wild, and he needed her too bad to be anything but sloppy as he ate her alive. Not that she minded. Her pretty noises increased in volume and her thighs twitched under his hands. She kept her eyes open, but they were blown out with dilated black pupils and glassy from the desperation and residual tears.
He’d learned her well enough to know he could get her there fast, as twisted up as she was from earlier, and fucked her with his tongue with a wide open mouth. The lack of nose impeding let him press deep inside her, and grind against her with the ridge of his nasal bone. All he could smell and taste was her, and that was exactly how he liked the state of things. Her arousal practically dripped into the gaping cavity that ruined his face, and he craved to have the taste of her so close; he wanted her in the very core of him; he’d inject her like chems into his veins; he’d take her through the eye like a fucking ice pick lobotomy if that was all she’d give him. He wanted to get drunk off her like this; he pushed her thighs wider and back to get ever closer to her. At the slight shift in angle, she made a lovely noise and he glanced up in time to see her eyes widen then flutter as the steady, dull pressure against her clit combined with the slick penetration of his tongue sent her over.
One of her hands came to his bare head, fingers scraping along the scarred ridges of his scalp as she tried to claw him closer to encourage him to carry her through it, drag her into another maybe as he’d managed to in the past when they fooled around like this, but Cooper stopped to withdraw and give her a stern look. “Uh-uh, keep your hands to yourself, baby, don’t make me tie you down. We can’t have you getting greedy here, getting off one right after the other.”
Her lips wobbled and she blinked a few times through the aftershocks before her face shot outraged. “I was so nice to you! And now you’re— you’re teasing me!”
“‘Cause you’re nice and sweet as pie when y’wanna be, Luce. I ain’t.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, then sucked a dark bruise there to emphasize the point. “‘Sides, you don’t want me treating you nice. You want it fucked up, or you wouldn’t want me. Speakin’ of… I bet you wouldn’t even have any objections to this. Keep those legs open for me.”
He retrieved the carbine from its holster. Lucy bit her bottom lip. Slow, giving her more than enough time for her to object, he trailed the barrel along her skin until it nestled between her lips. With his free hand, he rubbed gentle circles around her reddened clit to keep her pliable. Cooper held the sawed-off and smoothed end of the Winchester there for a tenuous moment, then pushed it just inside her.
Her breath left her in a punched out exhale. Lucy wiggled her hips and he let her, only watched with increasing intensity as the gun slid in and out of her wet cunt by bare centimeters.
“Goddamn, you really would let me do anything to ya.” His total awe of her tinged the deep drawl. The girl was off her fucking rocker. “You’re gonna take some more, sweetie. I know you want it, desperate little slut. Want it so bad you’ll take anything I give you.” He told her. She said something that sounded like guh. He slid it deeper, all the while keeping that steady rub of attention on her sweet clit. It was fucking insanity inducing seeing the thin pink skin of her glistening pussy stretched and straining around the wooden and steel barrel of his very literal, non-metaphorical gun.
“Lucky thing I was workin’ on this one and not the revolver.” He kept talking, because otherwise he feared he’d get so aroused that he’d lose to ability to do so and never get it back. “That thing’s bigger around than your arm. We’d never fit it in this tight little pussy. Then again, you’re a real trooper. You’d be a good girl and try your best to take it, wouldn’t you, Luce?”
As the inches disappeared inside her greedy cunt, Lucy sucked in a sharp breath and tensed up, and Cooper stared slack-jawed as she pulsed and tightened around the carbine while a series of keening, high-pitched noises sounded like they were being stolen out of her. He had a better view of the show than when he was the thing penetrating her, and seeing the fresh wetness oozing out around his gun as opposed to fingers, well, goddamn, there was a certain situation re-arising between his legs.
“Huh. Ain’t that interesting. We got a real hair trigger here and it’s not the Mare’s Leg.” Lucy groaned. Her head fell back. It left a nice view of the same smooth throat his cock had been down, but he’d established a principle and had to stick to it. “No, no, what’d I say ‘bout keeping them big ole doe eyes on me?”
“I hate you.” She grumbled as she weakly lifted herself back up so he could see her eyes, more unfocused than ever.
Cooper grinned, winked, then went right on back to eating his fill around the new addition of the Winchester buried in her cunt. He’d never be sated by her, licked the barrel of his own gun to feel the seam of her along it, savored the way her thighs resumed their twitching movements near his head and hungered unending for the noises she made. She was sunshine, light and bright and burning, and he’d never be able to worship her as intensely she deserved, but he could sure fucking try.
Since she’d mellowed into it, he could press his tongue flat along her clit in gliding strokes then suckle the hot nub into his mouth without her trying to squirm away. She canted her hips towards him, even, so he chased, keeping an even pace like she liked while steadily increasing the intensity until she murmured desperately under her quick breaths, begging him. “Let me, please let me, pretty pleaaase.”
He nudged the carbine deeper into her cunt until he could feel the resistance of her cervix and watched as her face twisted up in a pained sort of pleasure and she gasped his name. Cooper let the edge of his teeth glance along her sensitive flesh and Lucy jerked into a messy orgasm, her gasp turning into a strangled wail as her legs kicked out around his shoulders and he lapped up the rich juices leaking from her. She was breathtaking as she climaxed with that goody two shoes streak in her trying her damnedest to keep her eyes on him like he’d told her to. It wouldn’t ever be enough.
He ate her through it, tongue circling the carbine to claim all traces of her come before his lips returned to her clit to draw it out sweet for her until she settled.
After a moment, she shoved weakly at his shoulder with her foot, a crystal clear signal she’d had enough.
He didn’t move. Cooper was going to be the one to say when she’d had enough and that was one more than she thought she could take. And then maybe another. They’d see. A questioning squeak left her, and she pressed against his shoulder harder, but she was just a slip of a thing, and he was near feral in his desire to taste her musky come just once more. Her efforts to move away took on a frantic, scrambling edge.
“No, no, oh no, no!” She thrashed with the overstimulation, forcing him to pin her down across the hips with his free arm, so he could keep at the punishing rhythm of suction. “Please, stop, I can’t—“
Angling the carbine upwards, he dragged it out of her slowly and fucked it back in. It made a filthy, wet noise as her needy cunt took it again, and again, and again. Lucy screamed, wordless. As she did, Cooper dipped his tongue low to press to where her muscles spasmed around the gun’s barrel, making sure to glance up at her face. Her eyes welled up watery before the gorgeous view disappeared when her head thunked against the table and he dragged the unasked for orgasm from her. Her shout tapered into pleading vocalizations as she rode the apex to finally relaxing.
He gauged how mean he was feeling, but a glance at her fingers where they rest on the table showed she was legitimately fucking trembling, and Cooper decided the swell of pride from that would be enough for right now. The cream of Lucy’s arousal coated the wood and steel in a pure picture of sordid debauchery as he pulled the carbine out from her. Maybe he’d leave off cleaning that for a little while longer.
Standing, he leaned over her, tugging her closer by her hips then tipping her chin to face him so he could get a look at her. Fresh tears clumped her dark lashes, huge eyes shiny with the wet of them as she gazed at him. There was a moony listlessness to the way she’d flopped then let him manhandle her, those light brown eyes meeting his and the rise and fall of her chest his only indication he hadn’t actually broken her. “Still in there, Luce?”
“Mmmf.” She replied. Cooper grinned then obliged when she weakly grabbed at his lapel to pull him down and press a kiss to his wet lips.