The Beast House by Richard Laymon Page A

nibbled and licked, easing lower until his mouth found her wet center. She jerked as his tongue darted. “God, Brian,” she murmured. He pushed his tongue deep into her hugging warmth. She thrust against him, moaning.
    Then he moved up her body. His tongue flicked into her navel while his hands glided up cool skin to her breasts. He squeezed and massaged them. Then he let them go and braced himself above Janice and kissed each breast and eased higher until he met her mouth.
    As she sucked his tongue into her mouth, Brian slid his penis into her.
    Mission accomplished, he thought.
    Half accomplished, but the rest would be easy after this. Just get her into his room tomorrow night for round two and keep her busy. Talk her into showering with him so Gorman would have a chance to snatch her key. Gorman would have the tough part, sneaking into her place to find the contract and exchange it for the phoney that gave her nothing. Brian’s part would be a cinch. And fun.
    Better than this.
    In spite of the blanket, the ground was brutal on his knees. But he kept at it, kept driving into Janice. She was going wild, thrashing around and shoving up to meet his thrusts and tugging his buttocks to force him deeper.
    She would drool at the chance for an all-night fucking session.
    Why don’t you sneak over after your folks are asleep?
    She would absolutely drool. At both ends.
    She was gasping under him, eyes squeezed shut, head jerking from side to side. A few more good thrusts…
    Something cold and slippery smashed down on Brian’s back. His knees shot out from under him. He slammed flat against Janice. Her breath blasted against his face.
    Brian thought, Who in hell…?
    Then the teeth clamped his neck.

CHAPTER TEN
    Tyler took Abe’s hand as they left the Carriage House. “That was a delicious dinner. Thank you.”
    “My pleasure.”
    “So,” Jack said, “should we try that place?”
    “The Last Chance sounds like a dive,” Nora said.
    “We could look for someplace else,” Abe offered.
    “The waitress seemed to think it’s fine,” Tyler said.
    “Hell, I love dives.”
    “Nora’s an expert on dives.”
    “Especially the triple back somersault.”
    Jack nudged her with an elbow. Giggling, she stumbled sideways toward the hedge. Jack grabbed her, and she wrapped an arm around his back.
    “Anyhow,” she said, “I am inappropriately attired for a dive of any ilk and must therefore retire to my boudoir for a change of habiliment.”
    “She wants out of her prom dress,” Tyler translated.
    “Need a hand?” Jack asked.
    Nora swatted his rump.
    “I’ll want to get a jacket,” Tyler said.
    They agreed to meet at Abe’s car in five minutes, and left the men. Tyler entered the room after Nora. Even as she shut the door, Nora’s gown swirled to the floor. “Aren’t they great?” she asked. Stepping out of it, she staggered and dropped onto the bed, her breasts bouncing.
    “Are you all right?” Tyler asked.
    “Fine and dandy.” Flopping backwards, she smiled at the ceiling. Her pubic hair was matted flat by her pantyhose.
    “You aren’t going to pass out on us, are you?”
    Nora rolled her eyes. “Hardly. I’m fine. Are you fine?”
    “I’m fine.”
    “So am I.” With a sigh, she sat up and started to pull her shoes off.
    Tyler went through the connecting doors and slipped into her windbreaker. She brushed her hair and put on fresh lipstick. When she returned to Nora’s room, her friend was on the mattress, legs hoisted in the air as she pulled on a pair of white jeans. The pantyhose lay on the floor. “So what do you think?”
    “About what?” Tyler asked.
    “My lily-white ass. Abe. Honest Abe.”
    “I like him.”
    She raised her bare rump and pulled up the jeans. “Like him a lot?”
    “Very much.”
    Nora sat up. She started to put on socks and loafers. “So, gonna fuck him?”
    “For godsake.”
    “Take your mind off Dan.”
    “Sure. Let’s have a foursome.”
    “I could go for