Outlaws to the End (HotCider & heartofcourage)

[HotCider]

Ian’s brown eyes were wildly darting across her body, taking in her legs and the tits she squished together beneath her hands. His malt spheres snapped over to her eyes, gazing into her baby blues as the corner of his mouth curled at her naughty question. “I like what I’m seeing,” he answered without choosing a clear side.

His right hand slid around her hip to the front of her thigh. He dragged it up her creamy leg, raising the red fabric of her dress as he stopped only inches before her. His hand dipped again, passing beneath her thigh to hike her leg up to his hip.

His other hand left her neck. He leaned a little into her as it descended to his crotch. He grasped a hold of his prominent member and started feeding it to her wanton pussy. His smooth head parted her lips before its girth started passing into them, spreading wide a passage that hadn’t taken him in a while. Once he felt he had a decent start, his hand rose back up to her face.

“I love the noises you make,” Ian told her with a not so innocent smile. “But you’re right, I don’t do anything to stop you. But I think that we can both agree that this isn’t the place to get caught.”

Ian folded his palm over her mouth to help her stifle any cries if she felt so eager to. “No hard feelings,” he whispered. “I want you to enjoy this as much as me.”

The former robber suddenly bucked into her, his girthy cock plunging deep until his pelvis collided with her own. He kept a strong hooked hand on the back of her knee as he retracted his hips and proceeded to thrust into her again. His thrusting caused her tits to near jump free of the deep cut in her top. He kept her upper back pressed against the wall as he allowed gravity to help him impale her in a vigorous rhythm. It was apparent that Ian had been waiting a long time for this moment, even if it was to be brief.

 

[heartofcourage]

Ian looked like a wild man as his eyes darted around to take in everything that she had to offer. Elizabeth's heart was hammering in her chest as he gave her that damned smirk and smoothed his hand over her hip to adjust the skirt before he was pulling her leg upwards and into position. She let out a little gasp as he pressed against her and was instantly stretching her passage to fit around his cock.

"Ian..." She whispered, cut off as he pressed his hand over her lips and instantly muffled any cries that she might have made in the thin walled dressing booth.

Startled blue eyes locked onto his as he thrust against her, diving deeply into her body and then pulling free to do it all over again. She moaned against his palm, her fingers hooking in the fabric of his suit jacket hand holding on for dear life as the sounds of his harsh breathing and the slapping of their hips together were the only things reaching their ears. There was something so primal about the moment, something incredibly naughty. He had her pinned, at his mercy, silenced and needy. She whimpered

'What was he looking at?' She asked herself, daring to following his gaze to stare at her own chest as her breasts threaten to pop free with each of his thrusts.

He was staring so intently, almost as if it were a game to make one appear before it was all over with. She whimpered as he fucked her quickly, fast enough to make her legs shake, and then slowed his pace to be more forceful. Elizabeth's hands soon moved from his jacket, tangling in his newly shorn hair to pull him in for a kiss. When his hand moved from her lips, she devoured him. Her mouth was demanding, tongue fighting against his in a way that she never had before.

"Ian..." She whispered, her voice shaking as she tried so hard to be quiet for him after their kiss broke. "Baby, I need you..."

 

[HotCider]

Even her muffled cries were making him horny. He felt her fingers gripping his back, digging into his new suit jacket. She was so wet, and what they were doing was so naughty. It had been like the good ol’ times when they used to do it whenever and wherever. He had taken her in a train, back of a car, hospital bed, etc. Now they were in the fitting room of a clothing store.

Her fingers plunged into his hair. Ian felt the disarray as his combed layers tumbled over his hairline above his brow and spiked into the air. He hungrily kissed her lips once he no longer had the concentration to keep his hand over her mouth. Both hands were engaged behind her knees as he rammed her with all his libido. His lips were wet with sweat and saliva as he pulled and kissed her pink petals. He eventually was forced to rest his hot, slick forehead against her own as he panted in his arousal. He was going to explode.

His eyes were closed to keep out some salty drops that wanted to roll into them. With one final thrust, he kept his pelvis pressed against her own and he pressed his lips just above her right tit to stifle that moan that had threatened to loudly escape him. His abdomen trembled as he ejaculated his thick, creamy seed inside her. He tensed a few more times as he felt himself shotgunning a few more loads into her passage. At least that didn’t change. He never just came once and was done. By the amount he had dumped into her, he knew it had been a long time.

Ian’s grip loosened on her legs as he seemed to just lean against her, catching his breath. There was a satisfied smile on his face. Finally. Finally, they had had sex after what had felt like ages to his horny mind. His fingers slid up her thighs to grasp a firm hold of her ass cheeks. He gripped them, savoring their feel against his hands. Lifting his head, Ian graced Elizabeth with a shamelessly bright smile.

“I like this dress,” he informed.

 

[heartofcourage]

A small gasp was the only sound that Elizabeth uttered as Ian clenched her tightly and leaned into her, his entire body stiffening as he pumped stream after stream of sticky cum inside of her body. She couldn't suck in air fast enough to fill her lungs as silence seemed to surround them in the dressing room, his fingers only just moving from their spot at the back of her knees to grip her bottom. She whimpered deeply as he squeezed her flesh tightly, his head lifting from its spot at her chest before he finally looked her in the eye and smiled so brightly.

The smile she returned was just as bright as he told her that he liked this red dress. She was shedding her life from Chicago and finding a new one. Ian would never know how much those simple words meant to her. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, melting against his chest. He didn't care what she wore or how she looked. He didn't care about appearances or money. He just cared about her. For the first time in her life, Elizabeth felt free. Her husband loved her without conditions and that was more than she could ask for in life.

"You're going to have to get a new pocket square." She said as she pulled back from him and yanked the piece of fabric out of his suit pocket, motioning for him to turn around so that she could clean up the mess that he'd made.

It was silly considering the compromising situation that they had just been in, but as he turned around, Elizabeth made quick work of her task and had soon gathered up her things. She'd buy both dresses and let Ian do with the blue dress that they had purchased in Utah as he wished.

"Here. Consider it a wedding present." She said as she handed him the dress that he hated so much. "And fix your hair, baby."

 

[HotCider]

Ian continued to hold his woman, melting into the heat of their coupling. When she pulled back to steal his pocket square, his dark brows rose as he said weakly, “Hey.”

Was she really going to…he made a slight face as he turned his back to her. He hadn’t been disgusted. He had been disappointed that she wasted a good square for that. He reached down to pick up his trousers, and then wondered about cleaning up himself. When she handed him her blue dress, he dropped his trousers to the floor once more to take it.

“Perfect.” He then grumbled over his shoulder, “You know this dress would have made a better rag for both of us.”

Ian proceeded to use the damn dress to wipe down his genitals and thighs. He then picked up his pants again, tucking the dress under his arm as he fastened himself back up. Having recalled what Elizabeth had said about his hair, he glanced at the dressing room mirror and with a few finger combs, he had managed to somewhat restore it. “Let’s leave out one at a time. I’ll go take care of this thing,” he told her, holding up her sullied, relic of the past.

He stepped over to the changing room door and peeked out. There were a few customers, but the store clerks were busy with them. He slipped out of the changing room with the naughtiest smile on his face. A few customers who had been waiting for it were giving him curious stares and without making eye contact with any of them, Ian headed toward the exit. He had to get rid of the evidence.

Ian didn’t know when he was going to stop smiling. It had been a while since he had done something so hot and naughty with his girl, and in the City of Sin, he only expected more opportunities for them to cut loose.

 

[heartofcourage]

"What do you have against that dress? It's just a dress." Elizabeth asked as he continued to gripe about the dress from Utah.

She was still pulling the dress back into place when he laid out his plan for leaving one at a time to not raise suspicion. Ian's mission was taking care of the dress that he hated so much. She simply sighed and shook her head, watching as he left the dressing room before she turned back to the mirror. Her hair had stayed mostly in place, for which she was thankful. There was really nothing that would tip anyone off to what they had just done except for the soiled pocket square. Folding it up and tucking it into the pocket of the black dress, she wouldn't mention it to anyone.

Folding the black dress over her arm, she exited the dressing room for herself, ignoring the curious looks of those that had been waiting in line. She had things to buy and places to be. She placed the black dress on the counter and pulled the purchase tag off the red gown, passing it to the clerk to add to their tab. They had places to be and things to do. It was their honeymoon, after all.

 

[HotCider]

Everything. was what he would have said.

When Elizabeth emerged from the store, the dress was nowhere to be found. It had been taken care of like a poor soul who owed the mafia money. Ian was waiting and still smiling, with his hands comfortably tucked within the pockets of his pants. He might have been dressed like a gentleman, but there was some Southern boy still shining through in his mannerisms.

“I guess were headed to the hotel, right?” he asked, if only to confirm their plans. He waited until she was with him and offered his arm to her if she wished to take it. “Only question is…” He arched a playful brow. “Which hotel do you want to stay in? We can live like a king and queen for the night or like every other tourist who visits this place. I’m willin’ to do whatever my baby wants to do.”

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth glanced towards where Ian waited, giving him a small smile as he stood there so innocently. She knew she'd never see her original dress again. It was gone forever, never to be spoken of again. Walking up to him, she kissed his cheek and listened to him as he mentioned and offered his arm. Slipping her arm through his, she looked up into his coffee-colored gaze and pondered what hotel they were going to stay in on their honeymoon.

"If we are doomed to be poor for the rest of our lives when I get disowned, why don't we live it up? Let's get a fancy place for the night and really enjoy ourselves." Elizabeth said with a broad grin on her face. "Something to remember when we're pinching our pennies."

 

[HotCider]

Ian made a face at her when she brought up being poor. “O ye of little faith,” he quoted. “You know, I’m good at more things than just robbin’ banks. Your man is a jack-of-all-trades. Nothin’ ain’t too hard to learn. I can do it all.”

As they walked the strip, he read the billboards until he noticed one, which read Golden Gate. “There. The Golden Gate. It’s not just a hotel. It’s also a casino,” he informed and tried not to say casino with too much greed broadening on his face. “You ever gambled before?”

 

[heartofcourage]

"Well, we're both going to have to get jobs because my gravy train is stopping." Elizabeth said as she noticed the face that Ian pulled at her mentioning their potential poverty. "I will just have to patiently wait and see what career you choose when we finally settle down in California."

The sights and sounds of Vegas were certainly something to behold. Even in the light of day, it was almost overwhelming. Holding onto Ian's arm, Elizabeth took in her fill of the people and places that were all around them, crowing in at every angle as everyone sought the same good time that they were after themselves. As he mentioned a billboard that read Golden Gate, she glanced up at it and read the same words. Casino and hotel. There was something devilish about the way that he grinned at her when he asked if she'd ever gambled before.

"I think we both know the answer to that question." Elizabeth said with the slightest tilt to her lips.

 

[HotCider]

Ian shrugged his shoulders and raised the one arm that wasn’t locked in Elizabeth’s arms and innocently said, “I was only askin’. I don’t wanna assume.”

He grinned…a not-so-modest grin, but he tilted his head and said modestly, “I’m kinda’ good at poker. I played it a lot growin’ up, so I might play a few games if that’s all right with you?”

As they arrived at the hotel, he glanced up at the glass turnstile door. “I guess I don’t have to get the door for you.”

Ian jumped into the turnstile and started pushing it before Elizabeth could join him. He continued to push it until he got it spinning pretty fast and childishly, he grasped the handle and posted his feet against the glass, and she’d watch him go whirling around like a distinguished gentleman would.

“Woo!” Ian crowed.

It wasn’t long before he caught the hotel staff’s attention. One of the bellhops ran over, dressed in an immaculate suit, and scolded, “Hey, get outta there, or I’ll call the cops!”

Ian dropped his feet and quickly stepped out of the turnstile before it could hit him to stand confidently before the bellhop. “No, you won’t because me and the lovely lady outside are your guests.”

The bellhop frowned. “This is the Golden Gate Hotel. If you think we’ll host some-”

Ian reached into his pocket and removed a few bills that he raised and slapped the side of the bellhop’s face with. Instantly, the bellhop’s scowl illuminated with a bright smile as he changed his tune. “Yes, Sir. Welcome. Right this way.”

Ian glanced back at Elizabeth, smiling impishly and rolling his eyes.