#Bonus 1.4: Kit

Christopher ‘Kit’ D’Amico

It was something he shouldn't say, something he shouldn't do.

Blair would never have things inside her in a public place, Blair would never guide a stranger to grope her ass in public, Blair would never get a criminal record over something as stupid as drunken misconduct.

She was not Blair.

She was just a filthy whore.

So then...why?

Why did his once silent heart race madly at her crumpled on the floor, cheeks flushed, nipples exposed, eyes hazy?

Why did he like looking down at her and pressing his foot against her vibrating pussy until she clung to him desperately?

Why was he now watching her lower her pants at the back of his car, and despite her slow and shaky hands, why didn't he feel his sanity return to him?

"Filthy."

He muttered when he noticed the second vibrator.

His hands itched to punish her for making him feel less special than any of the men she had shown the sight to.

He wanted to insult her, degrade her...ruin her. At least that way, he wouldn't be just a number.

How? How did he see Blair in her?

Even as the questions tormented him, he still lowered his zipper and tugged his boxers low so that he could slide his erection through the gap—he didn’t want to take off his entire pants as he was outside the car.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him stroking his shaft, and her hands immediately moved to remove the toy inside her while he watched her remove the first one and place it aside. When she reached for the one on her second hole, he slapped her hands away.

“It might not fit with-”

"Condom?"

He asked over her protest, and after she sighed, she reached for her jeans pocket, rummaging it before handing it to him.

Christopher tore the sachet open with his mouth and slid the latex content smoothly down his shaft.

Her hand moved to pull out the second plug inside her again, but he captured her hand, tossed it aside and dragged her by the hips to the car door where he stood.

Her lower body hung outside, meaning she had no choice but to hold on to the car seats for support.

"What the he...mmnn"

Her protest died in her throat when he thrust into her.

Without giving her time to adjust, he pulled his hips back and slammed back into her vibrating sex.

Her cry echoed in the silent parking lot, but he didn't stop.

He could feel the vibrations from her anal plug teasing him to a climax he didn't want to feel, not until she had cried his name from her lips.

Her sex tightened against his shaft, and she begged him to slow down; the sound was like music to his ears.

"Did you see the blonde?"

Both he and Elizabeth froze at the sudden voice intruding on their time.

"Tits like a fucking porn star."

A laugh followed the man's crude remarks.

He felt Elizabeth twitch; the surprise had made her sex feel even tighter, so he continued thrusting into her. At first, he rocked slowly, but her head shaking in protest and silently begging him to stop made him increase his pace.

"I mean, you almost got laid, Seb; what the fuck was up with the big guy?"

"I don't know, man. He looked like bad news."

Elizabeth folded her lips to keep sound from coming out of her mouth. Unfortunately, this only made Christoper want to push her more. His thumb slid down her body and began drawing circles against her clit. Almost immediately, her body tensed, tears began trickling down the side of her eyes as her pupils rolled to the back of her head, and her sex, which did not stop quivering thanks to the anal vibrator, sucked him in like he was the delicious air that she needed.

“Christ.”

Christopher muttered as stars began to fill his vision.

"Ah...."

Elizabeth’s harsh cry surprised him, causing him to slide his fingers into her mouth—she bit him instantly. To Christopher, she almost resembled a feisty cat.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hey, is that car shaking?"

Both of them stilled.

"Yes, I think it is."

Elizabeth immediately shook her head, panic gripping her face.

For someone who committed a silly crime, she seemed to draw the line at voyeurism.

This time, he meant to follow her wish, but the anal plug that continued to vibrate worked against them because when the men’s steps grew closer, her sex clenched, and the rippling vibrations brought forth their orgasms in a sick and twisted wave that forced her legs to cross on his waist, and his vision to tremble.

His sanity felt like a prayer away, given that he was not religious; it was unlikely to return soon, so rather than deny his pleasure, Christopher pulled his gun from his waist and pointed it at the approaching figure.

Immediately, the movements stilled.

“Disappear.”

He said the words without even turning back, and rushed footsteps were heard receding until silence came again.

This time, despite the night’s cold, he took off his jacket and threw it to the carpet of the car, tossed the gun over it as well before looking at the pleasantly twitching body whose breasts swayed deliciously with her convulsions.

It was then that he unbuckled his pants for more freedom, and as if sensing him harden again inside her, her lips let out pleading words.

"Pl...please....pah.. ah-"

His pace resumed. Her once flush sex was now crimson from the frequent friction, and again, her sex clenched against him, and this time, her 'oh god ' felt like foreboding that he easily ignored until liquid gushed everywhere, staining his leather car seats.

Even then, he continued.

"K-kit..."

She cried, her nails digging into the skin of his hands as she called out his name. Only then did he feel his second orgasm washing over him. it was lacklustre, unlike the first overwhelming one, but nonetheless, he felt sated.

Their panting breath filled the air; Elizabeth, who looked as if she had run a marathon, pulled her waist from him, letting his now limp cock slump outside.

He should have changed condoms. He lamented silently as some of his seed spilt as he took it off.

“This....hah... never...hah... happened."

She declared, her entire body shaking, but lust still remained in her eyes.

"Okay."

He answered cleanly, this was a mistake.

A stupid one.

It would be best to avoid her from today—he decided.