Wicked Ride (11 page)

So instead, I pick up my menu as
I say, “How about we
figure out what we want to order, and maybe keep the sex questions
down to a minimum? There’s only so much I can handle with you
sitting across from me looking as sweet as I remember you tasting
last night.”

Her eyes go round and a small
gasp slides past those lips that I never did even get to see on my
dick last night. I could only imagine them since my face was full of
pussy.

I grin at her and open my menu,
lowering my gaze to check out the salad choices as a starter.

Auralie

The rest of dinner was
relatively… normal.

I mean, as normal as could be for
a girl posing as a virgin for money, who lets another man dictate
whose dick she can suck and who put on an oral sex show for a crowd
of strangers.

There’s
no doubt that Logan and I are doing an awful lot of lying to each
other. Because we have this weird extra-perception going on with each
other, and can have entire conversations with mere looks, we both
know we’ve skirted the truth with each other on multiple
occasions.

While I’ve
refused to talk about my reasons for being in The Silo, and so Logan
can only guess as to those, he knows I’m being evasive when
he’s asked about my background. Likewise, I know there’s
something twisted in his past that has driven him to a place where he
takes solace in anonymous, kinky sex. We’re hiding things from
one another, but somehow, it seems to be okay right in this very
moment. We know our time together is limited, so we seem to be okay
with the partial truths and banal conversation regarding world events
and funny stories from our lives that don’t impact the house of
cards we’ve built so far.

But overall, dinner was
enjoyable. It was not a hardship to spend a few hours with an
amazingly gorgeous man who made me feel like I swallowed butterflies
or something. It’s a
feeling I’ve never had before with a man.

Granted, grifting is not
conducive to relationships. When you live moment to moment in one con
or another, you build a wall around your very human nature so that
you never let your guard slip. Grifters are notoriously unromantic
creatures, shifty and sly. We can’t
open our hearts up to be stolen because we’re too busy doing
the stealing.

It’s
not to say I’m without experience though.

I’ve
dated here and there, usually people from my world, but we’re
territorial and competitive, and always looking for a way to one-up
the other. So yeah… meaningless dates and even more
meaningless conversation. Nothing more than a way to step outside of
my structured little world, blow off some steam, and accept something
for just a moment that feels good even if it’s completely
manufactured.

Logan pulls his beat-up old truck
into the driveway of the rented cabin outside of Jackson. He’d
picked me up here a few hours ago. I’d come out the door and
met him before he even made it to the porch. I didn’t want to
feel compelled to invite him in and give him a tour of a home that
meant nothing to me.

But now…
as he cuts the engine off, which rumbles and sputters once before
going dead, I wonder if I should invite him in now. We diligently
avoided the topic of sex for the rest of our meal, but it didn’t
mean we weren’t thinking about it. I would have images of last
night pop into my head at the most inopportune times, causing my
panties to get wet. Logan seemed to squirm at times in his chair, and
once he reached down to adjust himself.

Just the two of us sitting across
from each other at dinner with simple memories of the previous night,
and we were both turned on.

Will we repeat it tonight?

I know I’m
game, but I wonder if he is as he was clear last night that it was a
onetime only thing.

“I’m going to offer
to walk you to the door,” Logan says into the quiet truck cab.
I turn my gaze to him because something about the rumble in his voice
causes me to go on alert. “And if you accept, I’m not
stopping when I get to the door. I’m coming in with you.”

“I can’t—”
I start to put him off, because I need him to know that sex is out of
the question. I can’t blow this elaborate set up just because I
want to feel him inside of me.

He shakes his head, cutting me
off. “I’ll
leave your pussy alone. But that’s all I’m promising.”

A violent shudder runs up my
spine, producing a full-body shiver. Every detail of last night
pulses in my mind. Things he did to me that I have only imagined in
my sexiest dreams, and things he did to me I’d
never imagined.

His finger in my ass…

Another shiver.

“Okay,” I say in a
rush. For a split moment, I think Logan looks almost disappointed. As
if he wanted me to decline him so we could say goodbye right this
minute and try to move on from each other, because we’re only
making the addiction worse by feeding it.

But then, just as quickly, his
eyes start to shimmer with an almost fevered need, and I know he’s
going to wreck me even better than he did the first time.

***

“Last night,” Logan
asks me in between soft kisses down my belly. “First time a
man’s gone down on you?”

“Mmmm. Hmmmm,” I
manage to purr from the back of my throat as his lips trail along the
waistband of my panties. It was the one and only time I’d had a
man do something like that to me, and it was more incredible than
anything I could imagine. My orgasm was definitely bigger, brighter,
and longer than any I’d ever given myself with my own fingers.
It’s like Logan knew my body better than I did.

“Tell me how it felt?”
he whispers as he uses his hands to drag my panties down, peppering
my legs with kisses as he goes along. “My mouth on you. What
was that like?”

“Warm,” I say,
gasping as he spreads my legs wide and crawls in between them.

“What else?”

“Electric,” I moan as
he glides his fingers over the bare skin of my pussy.

Two thumbs at my swollen lips,
and he peels them apart, making me both self-conscious and apparently
wanton as my hips start to move. My body flushes warm all over. When
he bends over and rolls his tongue in a circle around my clit, I cry
out. “More.”

“It felt ‘more’?”
he asks teasingly, and I lift my head up from the bed to see him
smiling at me lecherously.

“Give me more,” I
clarify.

Well, it’s actually a
demand.

“Mmmmm,” he ponders
thoughtfully. “Giving me orders. I like that. What else do you
want me to do?”

My pulse starts hammering with
the possibilities, but while I’m
not without some experience, I’m without the kind of experience
that would ever give me confidence. So I mumble, “Do what you
did last night.”

“Uh-uh,” Logan
chastises. “Specifics. Tell me specifically what you want.”

I heave with a frustrated grunt,
rotating my hips again to try to get his attention there, but when he
just stares at me expectantly, I finally tell him, “I
want your mouth on my clit.”

He nods with a smile. “What
else?”

“I want you to suck it,”
I say, my voice more firm and with a tiny bit of authority that
sounds weird. He apparently likes it because his eyes go dark with
appreciation. So I add on, “Hard. I want you to suck it hard.”

“Christ,” he mutters
and rears up, his hands swiftly pulling his shirt over his head and
then whipping his belt open. I watch in fascination as he unzips his
jeans and pushes them down slightly, pulling his swollen cock out
from its confines.

He gives me a sheepish grin as he
strokes himself a few times. “Had
to get my dick out. It was getting strangled because your dirty talk
was making it so hard.”

I give a feminine chuckle and try
to provoke him further, because I have just found out that turning
Logan on is turning
me
on. “And your
fingers… I know you can’t breach… well, you can
maybe stick one in a little bit while you’re eating me out.”

“Holy Jesus fuck, Auralie,”
he groans, stroking his dick harder. “No. I get anywhere near
the inside of that pussy and I’m not stopping. But I’ll
finger fuck your ass again if you want.”

Oh, God.

I swear if words could cause a
mini orgasm, I think I just had one by the savage shudder that
rippled through me. With my breath practically frozen in my lungs, I
say, “Logan…
I want you to do whatever you want to me. Whatever you think I can
take?”

The last comes out almost like a
question.

His hand freezes on his cock and
he tilts his head at me for a discerning moment before he tells me,
“Baby… I know
you don’t have much experience, but I think you could take
whatever I handed you. You’ve got the backbone for it.”

Oh, geez. Another ripple runs
through me as an ache forms between my legs. “Then
do it,” I whisper.

Logan’s
eyes narrow at the challenge in my voice, and I expect him to fall on
me like a starving man at a buffet. Instead, I give a tiny shriek as
he pushes off the bed and pulls me with him.

“What are you—?”
I start to ask, but then he’s sitting on the edge of the
mattress and spinning me so my stomach comes down over his legs.
Suddenly, I’m staring at the carpet. He rests a large, warm
palm on my butt and strokes it, and oh… that feels so nice.

Then it’s
gone. Within a nanosecond, it’s back with a resounding slap to
my skin. I cry out, “Shit,” but then his hand is stroking
the spot warmed by his palm, and I moan at how good that feels.

“Knew you’d like
that,” Logan practically purrs at me. “So I’ll tell
you how we’re going to start…”

The threat in his voice is
unmistakable, and I know there’s
going to be a sting to whatever he does to me. But I can’t deny
I want that more than anything because I know he’ll ultimately
make me soar above the stars when it’s all said and done.

Logan nudges my legs open a bit
before tentatively sticking his fingertips to my wet opening. He
drags his fingers through to test my reaction so far, and says, “I’m
going to spank your ass. I’m even going to give a few
well-aimed slaps at your pussy, because I know a sweet girl like you
has never had her pussy slapped. I’m going to do that until
you’re dripping, and when you’re wet enough, I’m
going to drag that sweetness up to your ass. When it’s slick,
I’m going to use at least two fingers on you back there…
maybe three. I’m going to get you so worked up that you’re
going to beg me to fuck your ass, but I won’t do it. We’ll
leave that cherry too, but then I’m going to flip you over and
make you come with my mouth on your clit and my fingers in your ass.
Sound good?”

One last giant, seismic shudder
quakes my entire body. All I can do is nod in abject capitulation
mixed with dizzy anticipation.

“Good girl,” he says
just before he brings his hand down on my ass again.

***

Everything from my waist down is
tingling. Ass, clit, butt cheeks. Hell, even my toes are still curled
and prickling after what Logan just did to me. But I don’t
let it distract me as Logan silently crawls off the bed to shed the
remainder of his clothes. He knows he’s next. I have a lot to
give him to make up for what he just gave me.

The man has no personal
boundaries when it comes to my body, and he’s
touched and tasted parts of me that I’ll never know myself. And
he was right. I was begging for his cock in my ass, but he only gave
a dark laugh when I did. True to his promise, he flipped me over and
made me come with his mouth while I ground down on his fingers that
were deep inside my tightest spot.

“Get on the bed,” I
tell Logan with a nod toward my pretty, western-themed comforter
that’s all sorts of disheveled.

He doesn’t
grin at my tart ways or give me a comical rejoinder. Instead, he
crawls back over me, fitting his entire naked body against mine, and
presses his mouth to me. Logan gives me a blistering kiss that starts
to make my core ache again, but then he’s pulling away before
rolling to my side and onto his back.

His cock is gorgeous. While I
haven’t had much
up-close experience—my prior encounters being fumbles in the
dark and the two men in The Silo being quickly finished with my eyes
closed—I am not going to pass up an opportunity here.

Logan’s
body is beautiful. Tan, hard, and muscled with hair over his chest
and right below his belly button leading down to his pelvis. He’s
into grooming as his pubic hair is trimmed tight and his balls are
hairless, which makes me wonder if guys wax down there. I’d
never been waxed before until Magnus dragged me out here, but he told
me it was necessary.

It was awful and hurt like a son
of a bitch. After my hair grows back in, I’m
never doing that again. I’ll shave and make sure I’m
trimmed, but I’m never having hot wax slathered on my pubes and
then ripped violently out again.

Nope.

Never.

But back to Logan’s
body, more importantly, his cock.

I come up to my knees as I study
it. Logan is lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He’s
pretty big. Bigger than any other I’ve had. Solid, straight,
and dusky colored, with a fascinating vein running up the underside
that I think I’ll trace with my tongue.

“Said you never had a man
go down on you before you came to The Silo,” he says in a voice
that sounds like warm honey, causing my eyes to cut from his dick to
his face. “Ever sucked a man’s cock before The Silo?”

It’s
a truth I can give him. “Yes. A few times.”

Because I had. His name was
August, but he went by “Gus.”
We ran a few scams together in our late teens. I guess I sort of
fashioned myself in love with him, even though deep down, I knew con
artists could never really love. I wasn’t about to give up my
virginity at just sixteen years of age, but I did want to please him
so I gave him what he wanted. He made fumbling efforts to get me off
with his fingers, which didn’t work more often than it did.
Definitely not a mutually satisfying relationship, but really…
we did our best work on the streets making money in the only way we
knew how.