Chapter 8
The fan on the dresser oscillated without making a sound. Neither did Gordon Archer. His breathing was shallow, inaudible and he slept without movement, like a damn log. April envied him and wished she could join him in slumber. It didn't happen. Sleep refused to come.
April sighed wearily and silently prayed for the dawn to arrive, to scrub away the black and crouching shadows with sunshine. A wasted prayer. The luminous hands on the travel clock at her bedside told her that the long night was only beginning.
Shit.
She lay next to her sleeping and fucked-out lover and wallowed in her own misery. Around them now everything was silent in the semi-darkness of the bedroom. Not only in the bedroom. Outside there was no sound, no moon and no trees whispering as they swayed gently under the light of a thousand stars. The muteness was eerie and made April shiver, her nipples stiffen, her blood chill. It was as though she and Gordon Archer were all alone in the world.
Alone.
One fucked-out man and one fucked-up girl.
Damn, damn, damn!
April couldn't sleep. The fear of nightmares kept her awake and tense. Nothing soothed. Not even the cool fingers of breeze coming from the fan on the dresser. The air fingers teased her naked flesh, her breasts, disturbed the silken hairs of her cunt, tickled her jutting clitoris, but they didn't soothe.
She couldn't stand it anymore. Moving quietly so she wouldn't awaken Gordon, she slipped out of bed and started prowling through the silent lodge. She moved down the narrow hallway and saw a thin sliver of light showing under the door of the den. She remembered leaving it on since ... yesterday?
April shrugged and entered the den. She started to turn off the lights, paused with her hand on the toggle switch to stare at the medical books. She stood like a statue of flesh, eyes large in their sockets, heart pounding against her rib cage like an angry fist. Her emotions ran amok. She stared at the books and journals, feeling repulsion and attraction, horror and enchantment and then feeling nothing. A moment later surprise masked her face. It was incredible and yet it was true ... her fear of the printed voices was gone!
She had to make sure the fear wouldn't return. Breasts heaving in rhythm to her ragged breathing, she crossed over to the library and removed a book from the nearest shelf. She held her breath, waited.
Suddenly afraid again, April tossed the book to the floor and ran into the living room ... to find Gordon mixing himself a drink. Sight of him had an immediate calming effect, but her voice still contained the trace of a tremor as she said, "Brew up another glass of nerve tonic, Dr. Jekyl. Make mine a strong one."
Gordon bobbed his head. "One spook chaser coming right up." He filled a steamboat glass with ice and poured straight whiskey over it, all the way to the brim. He nudged it into her waiting hand and said, "Try this on for size."
April drank. The liquor soothed. Calmness became complete. She exhaled loudly and said, "This medicine for melancholy is a real wonder drug. The goblins and ghosties and things that go bump in the night are gone."
"That's good." Gordon smiled tightly. "I'm glad they didn't make you run away from me. When I woke up and found you gone from the bed, I became worried. Where were you?"
"In the den. I couldn't sleep."
"Well, perhaps I can do something about your insomnia." He dropped into a crouch and vanished behind the bar for a few seconds. When he reappeared he was holding a red capsule April recognized as Seconal. He leaned across the bar, dropped it in her palm and said, "Wash this down with your liquor and in a few minutes you'll be ready to hit the feathers."
April hesitated.
"Take it, April honey."
April swallowed the capsule, chased it down with whiskey, then said, "Two of them would be better, lover."
Gordon shook his head. "One will have to suffice. I couldn't find any more in the medicine cabinet." He watched closely. "I don't have my black bag with me, remember?"
April smiled. "I remember. You left it at your office in Willsburg."
"I didn't leave it behind on purpose, April honey. I forgot the damned thing."
"Why don't we drive over there tomorrow and pick it up? I'd like to see your office."
"All right, I'll take you there tomorrow, but tonight I'm going to take you elsewhere."
"To bed?"
"Yes, but not to sleep. Not immediately." He stepped out from behind the bar. "I want some relief for myself before that damn pill catches up with you."
April stared at him without surprise. Gordon, constantly in heat, was burning for action again. His cock was hard and jutting and he was starting to pant like a fat dog on a hot day. Cripes, she thought, talk about an overactive libido!
And aloud she said, "Ready whenever you are, G. A., but can't we do our number without climbing into that creepy bed?"
"I'm open to suggestion."
April stopped staring at his massive erection. "Why don't we toss our last log on the fire and sex it up on the floor?" She paused, then added, "Please?"
Gordon nodded and crossed over to the fireplace. He gave April an over-the-shoulder smile and said, "Fix another pair of drinks while I get this damn fire started, will you?"
"Right on!"
The fire was built, the last log crackled like static in a cheap transistor radio. Drinks were mixed, passed, quaffed as they sat Indian fashion on the throw rug and silently watched pale-orange tongues of flame lick at the sooty walls inside the fireplace. A feeling of drowsiness crept over April. She stifled a yawn and said sleepily, "I think you'd better give me that massage while I can still enjoy it, old cunt-hound."
"There's a way to keep you awake until I blow my nuts," Gordon said as he stretched out on his back. "All I have to do is make you do the work. Go ahead, little one."
April misunderstood. She grasped his cock, dipped her head and started to take it in her mouth.
Gordon pushed her mouth away from his whang and said, "Not like that, April honey. Straddle me and sit down on my prick."
April stifled another yawn and mounted him. She sat on his thighs for a few seconds. Then she assumed a crouching position, like a girl about to urinate behind a clump of bushes, clutched his cock and tucked the knob of it between the moistening lips of her pussy.
"Now," Gordon rasped, "sit down on it."
April took a deep breath, held it, then sank down upon the pulsating cock. Sudden and strange electrical impulses coursed through every fiber of April's being, bringing her from mild lethargy into full wakefulness. She released her breath and sank all the way down on Gordon's cock, then panted, "I can't remember ever playing this game before, but I like it, I like it!"
Gordon spoke through clenched teeth. "Make me like it, too. Start bouncing up and down like a yo-yo, little minx. Move it! Bounce and grind! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
April needed no encouragement. The wet lips of her pussy tightened around the throbbing masculine muscle that filled her cavern and the wet lips milked as she proceeded to bob up and down over it. Making Gordon grunt like a pig. Hurting him each time she sat down on his swollen scrotum. Not giving a damn. Caring for nothing except her own release from torment via orgasm.
"Fuck, April, fuck!"
April fucked.
"That's the ticket," Gordon croaked as the agony in his groin turned into shock thrills of insane delight, "that's the ticket, little nymph! Keep going! Faster! Pound my prick into a bloody pulp! Wipe me out! Bounce, baby, bounce!"
April bounced. Up. Then down again. Hard. Cuntlips tight. Holding. Pulling. Releasing. Gripping again. Lifting Gordon. Lifting herself. Soaring toward the pinnacle of climax. Almost making it to the peak. Almost ... but not quite.
"I'm damn near there, little wanton!" Gordon groaned, his entire body now shaking with mounting passion. "Close. So goddamn close! Do your stuff. Bring me all the way! Work me, work me! Grind, bounce, crush, hurt! Make me come! Goddamn you, make me blow my nuts!"
April heard his obscene litany from a seemingly great distance and obeyed. She came up on her dimpled knees, hesitated, poised like a rattler about to strike and then she sat down on his cock with a thud. Gordon grunted, cursed, shuddered and a clock tick later she felt his hot sperm shooting upward like a geyser to meet and mingle with the juices of her own sweet release ...
"Jesus," Gordon said irreverently as April permitted his wilting worm to slip from her drooling hole and stretched out beside him, "a few times there I thought for sure you'd end up giving me a double hernia!"
April sat up beside him and laughed shakily. "Don't blame me. You're the one who kept yelling for pain to soothe your masochistic beast."
Gordon grimaced. "Quite so. The mistake was mine." He gargled a laugh. "Sore nuts or no sore nuts, I thoroughly enjoyed the wild fuck you just gave me."
"So did I."
"We'll have to do it in that position again."
April stifled a yawn and nodded sleepily. "I'm with you, lover, but not tonight."
"Why not?"
April stretched out on her back and smiled at him over the peaks of her breasts. "Because, Daddy, I think that little redbird I took a while ago is beginning to sneak up on me."
"That being the case, I think I'd better march your pretty ass off to bed."
April said dreamily, "If it's all right with you, I'd rather sleep right here on the floor. May I?"
"Certainly." He placed his big hands on her breasts and gently kneaded them. "I'll keep you company until you doze off."
April yawned. "I'd like that."
Gordon's hands continued to massage her breasts. He said slyly, "I know something else you might like, baby."
"What, Daddy?"
"My tongue in your pussy."
"Mmmmmmmm."
Gordon's voice reached her from a seemingly great distance. "Would you like me to put the tongue to your cunt until you drift off to sleep, little wanton?"
April closed her eyes and made no answer. She felt Gordon's hungry mouth on her breasts, sucking on her rose-colored nipples and then moving downward to her cunt. His tongue darted between the sensitive lips of her pussy and started prowling for a spark it could lick into a bright flame of passion.
April didn't respond. She was drained. Bushed. And becoming drowsier by the second.
Gordon was still lapping and sucking her sated cunt when April lost interest in what he was doing and drifted off to sleep.