Betrayed (9 page)

Trevor sat at the bar, Scotch in hand. He watched the people talking amongst one another, happy with their new found acquaintances, or happy with their dates. Three months ago that had been him. He had been the one with a beautiful girl slung around his arm. He had loved her; but love doesn’t always last.

He checked his watch again. His date was supposed to have been there fifteen minutes ago.

He held his hand up and got the bartender’s attention. He tapped his glass with one finger extended. “One more, please.”

One more drink. That’s how long he’d wait before deciding he’d been officially stood up. Trevor sipped at the drink, slowly, and struggled to keep the past where it belonged. He had ran away to Arizona to escape New York - to escape
her
. But he hadn’t stopped thinking about her the entire time. He hadn’t been able to push those last images from his head.

He took another sip of the Scotch and held it in his mouth until it burned. Then he let it slide down his throat. He’d never been a whisky drinker, but it seemed to get the trick done, nicely. So he drank it.

The glass was nearly empty, along with his patience, when she finally arrived.

“Anyone sitting here?” the girl asked, eyeing the open stool next to him.

Trevor hadn’t seen her come in. He had been too lost in his own thoughts.

“My date must have stood me up,” he said. “Seat’s all yours.”

The girl ducked her head in mock hurt.

“Sometimes, the wait makes it better,” she said.

His eyes slid up and down Dana’s gorgeous body. She wore a tight blouse that emphasized her beautiful tits, and a tight skirt that didn’t look warm enough for even the temperate desert winter. She had a light sweater pulled around her shoulders.

“Sometimes,” he said.

Dana slid onto the stool, keeping her wide eyes on him the whole time.

“Do you wear a leather jacket and jeans everywhere?” she asked.

He shrugged. “It’s me.”

She nodded. “I can appreciate a man who’s comfortable with himself.” Trevor nodded and finished his drink with one last, long pull. “What are we drinking?” she asked.

“Scotch,” he said, as he raised his hand to flag down the bartender, again. “You’re two behind.”

“Guess I better get started,” she said

He nodded and ordered them both drinks. Dana really was a beautiful girl, and Trevor could see why Ethan had gotten hung up with her in the first place. He didn’t know all of the details behind what had gone on - but he knew enough. He knew that, for some reason, Ethan wanted absolutely nothing to do with her; and he knew that, for some reason, Dana seemed set on getting in his pants. That was all he needed to know.

He wasn’t looking for anything serious, or long term. He was just looking for an escape from his life. And a night of drunken sex sounded like just the solution.

The bartender brought them two more Scotches, and Trevor slid him a twenty. The two sipped at them for a minute, and let their eyes do all the talking.

“So how long have you gone to school here?” he asked, after a while.

“Does it matter?” she said.

He shook his head. “No.”

Dana tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes slipped down over his body. He could feel her looking at him. She ran a finger along his inner thigh, tracing the seam of his jeans.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

He considered her for a second.

“Does it matter?” he said.

A smile touched the corner of her lips. “No.”

He took another drink. “New York. Been in town a week,” he said.

She nodded. “And what brings you to sleepy, little, Tucson?”

He shrugged. “I needed to get away for a bit. Figured I’d crash with my brother for a while.”

“You must have a nice job, if you can just up and skip town whenever you want.”

“I do alright for myself,” he said, dodging the question. He didn’t want things to get too personal, too real. He wasn’t there to make friends, he was there to have a good time. And, right then, his real life wasn’t much fun.

Dana took the hint, and they sipped their drinks in silence for a while.
 

“How’s Ethan taking things?” she asked, casually.

Trevor’s eyebrows raised. “He’s miserable,” he said.

She sneered. “Serves him right after what he did.”

His back arched a bit, and his heart pounded harder. Her sudden aggression set him on edge.

“Look, I don’t know the details of what went on with you guys, and I don’t care. But my brother’s a good guy,” he said.

“He would seem that way if you didn’t know what he’s capable of,” she said.

His eyebrows raised. “I didn’t come here to talk about Ethan.”

Dana waived her hand in submission. “Of course you didn’t,” she said. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

The two sat in silence and finished off another round of drinks. By the end of his fourth drink, Trevor could feel the happy thickness settling in his head. Dana’s long, sexy legs had become the object of his lust, and he couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around him.

Dana seemed to be having similar thoughts when she finished her second drink. Where she had started tracing her finger along his inner thigh, she had finished by clawing her hand higher and higher. His erection was rock hard, and he knew she had seen it.

Dana set the empty glass on the bar.

“So are we going to get out of here, or are you going to make me take you in front of everyone?” she said.

He cocked his head and considered it. “I think we can find a place to go,” he said.

Dana held out her hand and led him out of the bar. He held her tight against him as they left, and she didn’t seem to mind.

* * * * *

Dana pulled into a spot in an abandoned alley behind an apartment complex. The darkness of the city made it easy to get lost in the corners. Trevor looked over at her and tried to keep his focus. She had driven with one hand on the wheel, and the other hand in his lap.

“Right here?” he asked. He looked around at the half-full parking lot, and imagined a family with kids coming out of an apartment at any second.

“It’s fine,” she said. “No one will find us here.”

“Do I want to know how many times you’ve done this?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Does it matter?” she said.

A small grin touched the corners of his mouth. He shook his head.

“No,” he said.

Her Escalade was enormous. Trevor was convinced his first apartment in New York City had actually been smaller.

Dana leaned over and rubbed both of her hands down his expanding crotch. She eyed him, hungrily. He could see the passion in her eyes; the wanton desire and lust she held there. It turned him on even more than her beautiful legs.

She tugged at his black leather belt, slipping the clasp free. Then she popped the top button of his jeans and began tugging at it gently. His crotch had swollen, and tried to expand even further.

Dana’s hand ran down along the length of his bulging member. She traced an outline of it with her fingertips and he couldn’t take his eyes off the curve in her back as she leaned into him. Her short denim skirt rode up her hips as she leaned over, closer to him. He imagined taking her from behind right there.

He reached over and slid his hand along the back side of her exposed thigh. Dana moaned softly as his hand found its way up and around the back of her ass, and around to her soft center. He rubbed her through the thin strip of her panties, and she pressed even harder into his dick.

“Pull it out,” he said, softly.

Trevor watched as she slid his zipper down, notch by notch. His manhood pressed hard against his jeans and he lifted his hips when she began tugging his jeans down. She pulled his boxers with them, and his dick bounced heavily as it was freed.

She grinned. “This looks tasty,” she said.

He rubbed her panties more vigorously. Her wetness began spreading as he did. It was overwhelming, and soon he was hungry to taste her, too. She dipped her head and brought her mouth lower. The tip of her tongue flitted out along his cock. It drove him wild.

But as she dipped her head eve lower, he stopped her.

“Not tonight,” he said, lifting her head out of his lap.

“You don’t want me to?” she whined.

“Not tonight,” he said again.

He didn’t want to confuse anything. He wanted to
fuck
her, not
make love
. There was a very distinct difference in his head, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t overstep that boundary.

“Then what should I do?” she asked, softly.

In one quick motion, he slid his finger past her panties and deep into her core. She let out a cry of surprise and pleasure, and then a soft moan of ecstasy.

“Climb on top of me,” he said. “Sit down on it, and ride it.”

Dana didn’t hesitate. She jumped up and over the center console and threw one leg over him. She rubbed her vagina all over his cock, but didn’t put it in.

“Open the console,” she said. “Get a condom out.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You keep them in there?” he asked.

“Don’t want to be caught without protection,” she said.

He popped the console open and reached in. Just as she’d said, there was a stack of condoms sitting near the top. He pulled one out and tore it open.

“I probably don’t want to know about this either, do I?” he said as he rolled it on.

She shrugged. “At least I’m safe.”

There was something about the way she said it that drove him wild. He liked strong, confident women, and Dana was certainly that. She knew exactly what she wanted - and she made it clear that she wasn’t afraid to go after it.

After the condom was on, she took it in her hand. She arched her back and eased his length deep inside of her. She sat on it until her hips rested on his.

A soft moan escaped both of their lips as his cock penetrated deep into her. Neither of them moved when she came to rest in his lap. There was a soft hint of anticipation - and neither wanted to spoil the moment.

Dana bit her lip. “You feel amazing,” she said.

Her hips began moving in small circles. It was a subtle movement, but it drove him wild. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and tugged on him gently. She ground her hips into him even harder, and began bucking deeper and deeper.

Her breasts heaved in front of him, and Trevor reached up and took each in his hands. He kissed down the length of her cleavage, and let his tongue dip between her tits, down into her shirt.

He pulled one breast out from the shirt. Her nipple was hard and erect, and he took it in his mouth. He sucked on it while she fucked him even harder. His tongue swirled around the little bud, and he felt her muscles tensing against him.

Then she began riding him even harder; faster. Dana bounced in his lap. She bounced so high he thought she was going to bounce right off of him - but she never did.

Trevor leaned back and began pumping his hips upwards. He tried his best to keep up with her, but before long he knew he couldn’t. He sat there and let her ride him until her moans became screams. He held on tightly as her core tightened and contracted around his throbbing dick.

Trevor had never had a girl like her. He could tell instantly that there was something different about Dana. She fucked like a woman with a purpose. She fucked like she knew something; like she had some secret that she needed to protect. And before long, he felt a familiar ache deep down in his loins, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before she made him erupt.

Trevor held on as tightly as he could. He held on for fear that she was going to throw him off somehow. He was afraid of losing control; but he knew he had never been in control to begin with. This was Dana’s show - and she was calling the shots.

The expansive cabin of the Escalade was shrinking. The walls of it closed in around him, and the windows fogged over. The rest of the world was gone - it was just the two of them. They were the only two people on Earth at that very moment.

Her face was in tight, close to his. He felt her hot breath as she breathed quickly.

“Come for me,” she whispered. “Come in me.” She arched herself and leaned even further back. Her hands remained locked around the back of his neck, and she strained to pull him toward her; to pull him into her. Her moans got louder. “Come for me,” she said again, her voice harsher.

Trevor couldn’t hold on even more. His back strained forward while his hips tried to keep pace. She bent and contorted herself in impossible ways. His fingers clamped into her back and he sucked in a full breath. He tried to support her with his hands under her back, but she didn’t notice. Dana was in another world, one he couldn’t imagine being a part of.
 

For a long second, every muscle in his body tensed. Then, all at once, every muscle in his body went numb, and he exploded.

The orgasm erupted out of him violently. He shuddered and his vision blurred. Dana’s hips bucked even harder. She pushed him back against he seat and plunged her hips even deeper into his own. She ground him into nothing; she buried him in her until he stopped moving completely, until his arms fell limp at his side.

Afterward, she curled up on his chest. His deep breaths came raggedly, and her head rose and fell with each of them. Trevor didn’t know what to say. He didn’t trust himself to say anything. He could only sit there and just be.

“You’re fun,” she said, after a time.

He was finally able to put an arm around her, and he held her close. He didn’t want to let go.

“That was amazing,” he said.

She grinned up at him.

“Hope you’re ready for round two,” she said.

He felt a gurgle somewhere deep inside of him. It was an awakened hunger that demanded feeding.

“It might kill me,” he said, honestly. “But I’ll go down smiling.”

Dana reached for something to the side of the seat. There was a click, and the seat-back crashed backwards. In one fluid motion, she pulled her weight to the side and he slid out from under her. Trevor situated himself on top of her, and she spread her legs wide for him.

“Let’s see what you got,” she said.