Sassy Road (6 page)

Her green eyes sparkled like jewels as the material fell away from her shoulders.

“Is this all right with you, Sassy?”

“Yes,” she replied, reaching for him. Her fingers raked across his nape, trapped under a tumbled layer of hair. “If I didn’t want this, I’d stop you.”

Sincerity poured from her lips, and he endured an instant flashback, remembering the girl who used to live behind those eyes. He could almost hear the cruelty in the sing-song voices of teenagers, the way some of the girls badgered her while the boys accused her of being a whore.

He recalled his father reporting Damsel for abuse, being told to mind his own business, and days later, seeing Sassy on the playground, unable to join the other children and walking funny. He later discovered she’d been badly abused after his father called the police.

Someone on the force, a dirty cop, had a direct line to Damsel. In fact, Damsel held some high cards he could play in any losing hand. His brother, cousins, and uncles ruled the town of Sevierville. A few days after his father had notified authorities about Sassy Road’s abuse, his dad suffered a brutal beating that almost sent him to an early grave.

“I…” He swallowed once, trying to think of the right words to say. Finally, he blurted, “I don’t want to hurt you, Sassy. I never want to see you in pain again.”

Moments later, she sat atop him. When she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, his heart stood still. He was as rigid as a virgin boy awaiting a first fuck with a bought whore, only Sassy was no man’s whore. In fact, he wondered if she’d ever been with anyone—other than Damsel—and that frightened him. He didn’t want to deliver a disappointing experience.

Apparently, neither did Sassy.

Once her breasts were exposed, she became highly aroused. Maybe her lust was heightened because of the way Logan gaped at her. Perhaps it was the excitement of being in control, of choosing to go to bed with someone rather than being forced. Whatever inspired her, the shocked expression on Logan’s face was priceless, and his visible desire provoked her.

She placed her hand underneath her body, rubbing his rigid length until the swell of his penis tempted her toward a closer inspection. She anxiously fiddled with his jeans, working with the snap and zipper, wondering if he’d frown upon her aggressiveness. Still, she vehemently pursued him, and seemingly, he became her victim, her prey.

Sliding down the length of his body, she took his denim with her, leaving his jeans balled around his ankles. He yanked his shirt overhead, and she left the bed, wiggling out of her shorts then rejoining him about the time he tucked clasped hands under his head.

“Now what, baby?” he asked, glimmering eyes staring back at her as he rolled that delicious tongue over the most sensual lips she’d ever enjoyed kissing.

She moistened her mouth and stared at his full cock, the hard pulsing wedge of flesh she couldn’t wait to taste, sip, suck, and ride. She didn’t know him now, for God’s sake, but here she was craving the intimacy, wanting to take everything he had to offer.

And she trusted him.

Perhaps faith existed because of their history, the fact that she’d known him as a boy, understood him even back then when he became the student body president, the adored quarterback, and the head cheerleader’s boyfriend. He guarded his secrets, his passions, and he’d always cared about her. Maybe he’d only considered her a friend, but regardless, he’d been the one person she could turn to when she needed a gentle look of compassion, a note of understanding.

He was right. He hadn’t pitied her. He’d cared about her. To what extent didn’t matter.

Crawling up the length of his body, she wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped. She unashamedly searched his face for a reaction, sought to see what she’d always dreamed she’d find in a lover’s eyes—sincere longing, lust that only deepened as foreplay progressed and a physical connection lingered.

She lowered her head and lapped at his tip, loving the spicy rich dot of arousal seeping from his slit. Her mouth enveloped his dick. She sucked him to her throat, bobbing over him as she consumed his length, rose to the tip, slid her tongue over the slit and lapped at his cock like a new flavored candy.

Logan’s hand fell to her back as she gave him head, a masculine growl resounding around them. He stroked her skin, caressed her flesh like he enjoyed pampering her, and made it clear he marveled at the attention she gave and he received.

“Better watch yourself, baby. It’s been a while. You’ll get a mouthful.”

“I have a mouthful,” she assured him, trying to compliment him as she worked for his pleasure, contemplating if she could endure a full shot of his release. Circling the tip, she swirled her tongue around the crest. “And I’ll swallow.”

He jackknifed with her declaration and pulled her forward, his lips marking hers with an intimate kiss, a much more personal one. His tongue fluttered inside her mouth before he sucked the texture, drawing her tongue in and out of his mouth, enacting a slow screw, impossibly good loving.

With a splayed hand at her waist, he bowed his head and kissed her nipple, pinching the bud with his fingers as his lips did maddening things to arouse her. Good Lord, she was tempted to finger herself, motivated to show him how sexual she could be with the right partner. Instead, she ground against him, moving her pussy closer to his flexing cock.

“Are you wet?” he rasped. “Hmm?”

She nodded, accepted the kiss he placed upon her lower jaw, and stretched her neck, allowing access, reveling at a mouth on tour. He continued downward, kissing her trunk before lavishing her swollen breasts with complete attention.

Lost in the moment, succumbing to passion like she’d never known before, Sassy was astounded by the sudden intrusion when she felt the three-digit invasion. He finger-fucked her with gentle precision, barely impaling her, but crossing the threshold all the same.

“Logan,” she whimpered, twisting around as he made her want, required her to need, and demanded she feel things she had yet to experience. Oh yes, he was destroying her, and damn it to hell…he sure knew how to drive a woman wild.

He wanted her to fall for him. He was making her crazy. And that worked both ways.

With legs on either side of his body, she rose up and down, rocking with the motions as he stuffed fingers inside her and plunged deeper, watching her as she responded.

She rode his hand, moved with the manual stimulation. And her soft cries were nearly musical. She practically sang aloud as she became grateful, ever so enchanted by the sensations guiding her.

Sassy
could
feel. She
could
enjoy. She wasn’t dead inside, like Damsel had always promised she’d be.

She closed her eyes. Logan shifted his weight under her, and she quickly opened them again. Reaching above the mattress, he opened a hidden compartment she hadn’t noticed in the headboard. He retrieved a strand of condoms, ripped one free from the line-up and bit the end to open the small packet.

“Let me,” she offered, taking the rubber from his hand.

He appeared anxious, yet serious, closely supervising her goal of sheathing him. She rolled the condom over his cock. Then, he took her hand in his, guiding her as she pumped him, showing her how he wanted her to touch him.

“There you go,” he crooned. “Don’t be afraid, Sassy. Harder, baby. Take a strong hold of my dick and show me what you’ve got.”

She did as he requested, becoming wetter by the second as her hand drifted down, glided up. “Like this?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Exactly like that, baby.”

The pet name made her crazy. The searing heat between her intimate lips would only cool with an intimate kiss, but she couldn’t ask for that. No, not yet. Oh sure, she’d delivered oral sex, but she’d done so because she was eager to please, anxious to see if a man could want her, if Logan could desire her in a normal fashion, with proper intentions—good loving enjoyed by both parties.

“You’re driving me crazy, Logan,” she admitted, pressing her breasts into his open hands when his fingers abandoned her pussy. He squeezed the fullness, drew a nipple between his lips and sucked, pulling the taut bud between his teeth as he teased.

“Umm,” he said, dragging her forward. “Well then, let’s do something about that. Do you want to?”

She nodded, trying to think of something sexy to say, but couldn’t find the words.

“Then here you go, ma’am,” Logan whispered.

With one sudden jerk, he thrust between her folds, and she threw herself into an upright position, suddenly unsure of what to do as she fought to keep the bad memories of unpleasant experiences away. She’d always bottomed for Damsel, been unable to move about freely as he restrained her and took what he wanted, stripped her of dignity and pleasure, happiness and security.

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, defied the horrid memories coming for her, the bad dreams she’d relived over and over again.

“It’s all right, baby,” Logan said softly. “Take it nice and easy.” He thrust inside her, withdrew a few inches and added, “Use me anyway you want to. Take me the way you want me. Let me satisfy you. Show me what you like.”

She opened her eyes again. Good damn, he was beautiful—a picture to paint and an image to remember. He stared at the point of penetration, eyeing her mound as if he thought he’d never revisit such an intimate channel again, sliding in and out with sudden jolts then releasing a guttural growl whenever she rose too high and forced him out of her body.

“No,” he said, pulling her down over him. “I can’t let you get away now.” He kissed her as soon as her body was flush against his. Her nipples raked across his chest, and he fucked her harder, screwed himself tighter inside her pulsing walls. And he made her feel as if he were making love to her rather than simply taking what was convenient and there.

“I want you to come,” he said, beads of sweat peppering his brow. “Now, Sassy. Let me feel you milk my cock, honey. Come for me, baby. Give me what I need. What I want with you. Just you. Right now.”

She gripped his shoulders and rode his cock, squeezing his length as he entered her. She felt the enormous swell of his dick parting her folds as he pounded her pussy in a broken pace, gripping her hips as he entered, retreated. Then he cried out, screamed like a man who was taking his and wanted everyone around them to know they were in the throes of good loving, great sex, and fascinating passion. And that’s when the real fucking began.

He pounded her with his dick, over and over again, making sure he not only found her spot, but massaged that special little place several times. She was close, oh so close, to finally achieving what every woman raved about, what every normal man wanted his woman to enjoy.

“Oh God, Logan, I might…”

“Let go, Sassy,” he said, clutching her thighs, shoving his penis higher and higher as he worked his cock inside her walls and practically looked punished as his face twisted in an unusual expression. He looked as if it were a burden for him to stay buried inside her cunt.

A thick heat washed over her. She was almost there. She was so close, about to come, about to feel. She could go any moment, enjoy that ride. It was time to let go of the control, the resistance.

Yes indeed. He would make her come. She was certain of the fact.

That is, until he dragged her toward him, rolled her under the weight of his body, and hammered inside her like he never planned to leave.

That was the moment when everything changed.

Chapter Seven

“Sassy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” God, he was so stupid. He knew her history. He understood what she’d endured and then he’d misread her, took off like a renegade lover, tossed her on her back and pounded that sweet pussy like he needed ownership, planned to claim a permanent stake.

He was insane. Fuck. He was mad about her and lost control, but how did he explain that without scaring her away?

“I wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, Sassy.”

“You didn’t,” she said flippantly, reassembling her clothes.

He jumped out of bed, grabbed her by the wrist and held her arm at his side, forcing her to look at him. “I didn’t think, Sassy. I was caught up in the moment. I was…selfish, all right? I was so into you that I just didn’t think about —”

“About what?” she snapped, her eyes piercing through his.

He shook his head, ran his palm down the length of his face and said, “Sassy. I wasn’t thinking about anything else but pleasing you. I’ve never…” Fuck. He’d eventually bite the bullet. He knew it from the moment he first saw her all those years ago. It didn’t matter that he was just a boy then.

Logan had known. He’d met a girl who’d remained in his dreams for over a decade and a half. He was twenty-six years old and never lived a day without thinking about her. He’d never understood his unsettling emotions, but he was starting to grasp why now.

She’d always been his fated lover, his destiny. He was as certain about that as he was determined to bring down Damsel Road. Sassy was his future. Whether they’d be long-term friends or forever lovers, she reserved an enduring place in his life.