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Five Minutes For The Ride	By : roguebitch Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 1761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Five Minutes For The Ride
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When they got back to the house, they were out of breath, and not just because they were about to have some fast hot sex. Wolfwood had shortened his stride to accommodate Meryl’s shorter legs, and she had stretched hers to keep up with him. Meryl had already started unbuttoning her blouse under her cape, fingers flying while Wolfwood fumbled with the door lock.

Then they were in the kitchen, Wolfwood throwing his coat onto the floor, pulling his shirt off and grabbing up Meryl and kissing her quick and fierce. Always his taste, tobacco, salt, secrets, that made Meryl squirm against him and open wider.

Wolfwood backed up to the kitchen table with Meryl and sat on the edge. He slid his hands beneath Meryl’s blouse, bringing his palms to her breasts. Meryl moaned into his mouth, tugging at his pants, eager hands brushing his erection straining the fly. He growled and yanked Meryl’s blouse apart, buttons flying everywhere. He slid it off her abruptly and pulled her skirt up to her waist, making a surprised stop at the top of her stockings.

“Keeping secrets, short girl?” Wolfwood murmured into Meryl’s ear as he drew two fingers from the lacy tops to the damp crotch of her panties.

“Not for very long, apparently.” Meryl managed to sound both breathless and tart as she wriggled around Wolfwood’s questing digits. “I can’t get your pants undone,” she complained. “Lay down.”

Wolfwood smirked and did as he was told. She deftly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants and pulled them off. He grinned at her sudden silence.

“Speaking of secrets…” Meryl climbed onto the table, straddling Wolfwood’s thighs. “Since when do you go commando?”

“Since all my underwear is dirty.” Wolfwood said guilelessly. Meryl snorted, then inhaled sharply as Wolfwood’s hands covered her small breasts, rough palms making circles on the nipples until they were stiff. Her hips circled artlessly, moving damp heat against Wolfwood’s cock for agonizing instants, then flowing away. Stormy grey eyes stared into cynical brown ones, until Wolfwood’s crinkled up in a smile.

“Come on, shorty, we’ve only got five minutes, remember?”

Meryl huffed “You’re right.” in annoyance. She raised herself up, reached between them, and lowered herself slowly onto Wolfwood. He hissed at the still-unexpected tight warmth that engulfed him, closing his eyes on Meryl’s relaxed sigh.

“No, don’t.” commanded Meryl. “Look at me.” she undulated and Wolfwood’s eyes flew open. She looked serenely down at him, skirt still rucked up around her waist, breasts jiggling as she moved up and down on him.

“Go…slow…” Wolfwood ground out, not wanting the moment to end too soon. In answer, Meryl placed small hands on his stomach to brace herself and slackened the pace to an agonizing crawl. Wolfwood moaned out loud and banged his head on the table, trying to distract himself. It was difficult; he could feel the burn of building arousal curl down his spine into his balls, assisted by Meryl’s breathy gasps when she slid hard down his length. His hands clenched the fabric of her skirt.

The kitchen door flew open, and their gazes met. Twin smirks emerged as an agonized voice yelled “Guys!”

Meryl didn’t stop her slow rolling motion up and down Wolfwood’s cock, only tossing over her shoulder, “I told you you’d be sorry you dragged us to that damn carnival.”

“Yeah, needle noggin,” Wolfwood agreed, albeit breathlessly. “Now you just get to watch.” he thrust his hips up extra hard and Meryl moaned out loud.

Then she gasped again as a warm, interestingly-textured chest pressed against her back, along with a warm, hard cock.

(Meryl could, and had in fact, identified both men in the dark by their cocks. Vash’s was slim and pale, glimmering in whatever light was available, like the flower stalks of his memory. Wolfwood’s was thick, swarthy, and downright rude.)

“I don’t think so,” Vash’s voice was sulky. “I refuse to be left out.”

Wolfwood levered himself up and kissed Vash over Meryl’s head. She tilted her head to drink in the – let’s face it – smoking hot visual of the two men kissing deeply. Wolfwood had a hand around the back of Vash’s head, pressing his mouth hard onto his and Vash held one of his upper arms, reaching around Meryl to do so. She moved unconsciously, even more turned on, and Wolfwood groaned into Vash’s mouth.

Vash broke the kiss and looked down at her. “Hey,” he said brightly, “insurance girl sandwich!” Then he said “OW!” when Meryl pinched his thigh.

“You were interrupting.” She said severely. “The least you could do is help out.”

“Lean against me,” Vash replied, and Meryl did so, looking down to see Wolfwood’s cock, slick and red, as it slid out of her slightly. She plunged downward again, hearing Wolfwood’s “That’s the way,” as she felt Vash’s long fingers slide though her pubic hair and across her clitoris. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist to hold her against him, and he bent his head to kiss her as his fingers circled and pressed her most sensitive spot.

Meryl’s hips jerked without rhythm. One hand gripped Wolfwood’s wrist, the other buried in Vash’s hair, and she was almost there, feeling like a live circuit between the two men, Vash’s fingers and Wolfwood’s cock, hips flashing up and down and cries flying out of her into Vash’s mouth as she came. She felt Wolfwood’s orgasm from the inside as he swore and heaved beneath her. Vash held her close, murmuring nothings as Meryl came down, hand fastened around Wolfwood’s other wrist.

“That –“ announced Wolfwood breathlessly from his supine position, “was fucking hot.”

Vash and Meryl exchanged a look of mutual long suffering.

“What about me?” Vash uttered plaintively.

“Whaddya mean, what about you?” Meryl responded. “You’re being punished for the carnival!”

“Oh please?” Vash wheedled, making his aquamarine eyes big and puppylike.

“It’s so embarrassing when he begs like that.” Meryl remarked to Wolfwood, sliding off him and standing up.

“But gratifying.” Wolfwood allowed.

“Oh, come on! It won’t take long!” pleaded Vash.

“Something like – “ Meryl started, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“ – a five minute ride?” finished Wolfwood, pulling Vash on top of him and thrusting his hips to meet Vash’s straining cock.

The kitchen table wobbled alarmingly and Meryl sighed happily watching them.
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