Wicked Ride (8 page)

So I take just a moment to
whisper, so softly I know she can barely hear me. “Going
to eat your pussy now, honey. And it’s going to be intense.
You’re going to come like I suspect you never have before.”

“Oh, God,” she moans,
her hips pressing off the mattress against me with a grinding motion.

I hiss through my teeth and
quickly move back down her body, because I don’t
want to fucking come in my jeans. Pulling her underwear off, I drag
them down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder. I don’t even
risk a glance back at the crowd I know is watching, and I’m
briefly thankful I didn’t see Jacob out there as he’d
know Auralie lied to him yesterday about having her period by what
I’m getting ready to do. Auralie’s gaze drifts toward the
glass, so I remind her, “Eyes only on me.”

She obeys instantly so I reward
her, dropping to my knees and pulling her body down to the edge of
the mattress. She slides easily along the silk, and I get a good look
at her waxed pussy as it gets closer to me. I’m
not surprised by this, although I would have rather seen her more
natural. I suspect, however, Magnus insisted on this to make her look
as innocent as she’s held out to be.

I run a fingertip over the soft,
fleshy mound. While I’m
sure having my fingers near this pussy makes Magnus extremely
nervous, I drag it right down her slit where I’m utterly
satisfied to find her already wet. Her entire body shudders.

I slide my gaze up Auralie’s
body and find her lifted up on her elbows, watching me with hazy,
lustful eyes filled with fascination. Bending over, I bring her legs
over my shoulders and move my hands up and over her stomach before
using them to peel her wide open for me. She glistens. Her clit is so
swollen it peeks out from her wet flesh. Bending over, I gently prod
it with the end of my tongue, and Auralie’s hips shoot off the
bed as she moans. I press her back down, flick my tongue out again,
but this time, I’m ready. I hold her down in place, but I’m
not able to suppress the cry of pleasure that tears out of her. This
I know the patrons out there heard. My dick starts pulsing in my
pants I’m so turned on right now.

I want so badly to press my
fingers inside of her, but that’s
a no-no, so I open my mouth and bring it down on her, giving her a
long lick up her center before settling my lips right over her clit.
Licking at her slowly, I prolong what I’m guessing might be
torture the way she thrashes and calls out my name. I lazily rub
circles around her swollen flesh, sometimes giving a little flutter
of my tongue against her clit, but when I sense her getting close to
an orgasm, I back off again. I could lie here all night and do this.
Because Magnus gave me no time restrictions, I’m not in a hurry
for this to end.

Over and over again, I lick and
suck, sometimes pressing my finger on the little bundle of nerves and
rolling it around. Auralie cries and begs, and when I finally risk a
glance up at her, I find her watching me with almost anguish in her
eyes. She opens her mouth and I expect her to beg me for release, but
instead, she whispers in a low voice that won’t
carry past my ears, “Logan… let me do the same to you
right now.”

I rear slightly backward from the
naked want in her voice. From knowing she wants her mouth on me the
way I have mine on hers. I raise my eyebrows at her.
Are
you sure?

She answers back with a look so
intense, I can’t
even doubt her meaning.
Yes.
Now. In my mouth.

I go a little dizzy from what she
just communicated to me, but I gather my wits enough I’m
able to stand up on the dais and shed the remainder of my clothes.
Nothing I’m planning on doing is breaking any of Magnus’
rules, but I’m so compelled to shove my cock in her mouth,
merely because she really wants it there, that I’d do it even
if he’d told me not to. Nothing’s stopping this train now
that it’s left the station.

Auralie is back on her elbows
again, watching me with keen eyes. I drop to my knees back on the
mattress, my dick bobbing almost painfully. I take note of the
flushed cheeks, tangled hair from her thrashing, and pebbled nipples,
and I can’t wait
another minute. Flipping my body around, I lay on my side with my
face at her hips, which puts hers near mine as she rolls to her side.
I can’t bear to look down at her, so I concentrate on getting
my mouth back on that sweet pussy by taking her outer leg, picking it
up, and maneuvering it onto my shoulder. I use the arm I’m
lying on to snake around her back and press her toward me, using my
tongue to prod through her wet folds and find the prize. When my
tongue hits her clit, she jerks and moans. I fucking love that sound
from her.

Then her hand is on my cock and
I’m the one who
jerks, which mashes my mouth to her harder. I hold my breath for a
moment that lasts for years, and then I can feel her hot, wet mouth
on me. I groan against her pussy. And fuck… she takes me so
deep my balls start tingling.

I can’t
see a damn thing because I’m face first into some sweet eating,
nose, lips, mouth, and tongue deep into her snatch, and I think it
might even be better I can’t see. Rather, I can imagine. Her
cheeks hollowed out, her throat begging to be plowed. Her mouth so
damn wet that she glides seamlessly up and down my shaft. She places
a tentative hand to my balls and rolls them against her palm, and I
feel the head of my dick bumping against the back of her mouth. Every
time I put pressure on her clit, she moans, which vibrates against my
aching shaft and shoots jolts of pleasure down to my nuts.

She’s
so fucking good at this, but I knew she would be.

I just knew it.

I’m
so close to coming and the thought of her drinking me down starts
sending me over the edge.

I don’t
want to leave her behind so I hit her clit hard with my tongue,
flicking it quickly with increasing pressure.

Both of us are so far gone, our
hips pumping against each other. My head bobs between her legs as she
gyrates and I ram my cock in and out of her mouth, entering the top
of her throat.

With a sudden heave of my body, I
roll to my back, my arm around her, taking her with me so I’m
on the bottom and she’s on top. Her mouth never misses a
stroke. I use both free hands now to pull her down so she’s
sitting on my face and my tongue is lashing at her pussy. Auralie is
leaking all over my mouth and chin faster than I can lap it all up,
and when I sense she’s right on the edge, I do something
deliciously dirty to her that’s also not against Magnus’
rules.

I reach a hand past her hip, over
her lower spine, and push my fingers lightly down the crack of her
ass. Pushing them past her tight hole, down to the base of her pussy
where she’s dripping
wet, I rub my fingers around until they’re soaked. Then back up
again where I push the tip of my index finger right into her ass.

Auralie shrieks against my cock
and then tilts her pelvis so she’s
grinding on my face, her entire body quaking as an orgasm rips
through her. It causes my own to fire and I plant my feet on the
mattress, punch my hips up, and start to unload what seems like
buckets into her hot little mouth.

I groan my relief against her
pussy, pull my index finger out to the tip, and push it back in.
Auralie cries out again, but it’s
muffled because her mouth is full of cum and cock, still holding me
so deep I can feel her throat swallowing against my overly sensitive
head.

When she’s
given one last pull on my cock, she pulls her head back and I flop
out of her. Her face falls and rests on my thigh as I pull my finger
out of her ass, giving a slight push on her hips to lift off me.
She’s practically dead weight and I’m barely able to
breathe, but I also don’t want to lose the feeling of her
against me.

So I roll both of us to the side
again, slipping my arms around her waist and resting my cheek against
her pelvis as I try to get my breathing under control.

Not once did I think about the
crowd watching us, or if Magnus is pissed that was clearly a bit more
than I’m sure he
imagined happening, or even if Auralie’s mortified we did that
in front of all those people. I don’t think of anything other
than the fact that was my one and only crack at this gorgeous
creature, and now I’ve got to figure out a way to move past
this and put her out of my mind.

Auralie

I pull Magnus’
rental Porsche into a parallel parking spot just one block off the
town square, almost giddy with excitement to have the opportunity to
explore Jackson. To say I was stunned this morning when Magnus woke
me up at the crack of dawn was an understatement. He burst into my
room, telling me that I needed to drive him to the airport as he had
an emergency back in New York he had to handle.

There was no way I was going back
with him because he wasn’t
about to waste money on a plane ticket when I wasn’t necessary
to him there, and he also didn’t want me having any
face-to-face contact with my father. When I asked him what the
emergency was, my stomach dropped when he said with icy menace, “Your
father apparently can’t follow instructions. He’s going
to cause everything to crumble if I don’t get there and settle
things down.”

Yeah, well, that’s
what you get, Magnus, when you get a two-bit hustler to run a long
con that’s completely out of his comfort zone.

I worried, of course, for my
father. Magnus may at most times project an air of civility and
politeness about him, but that’s
just part of him staying in character. I’ve seen the nasty side
that gets out of control with blistering anger. While Magnus Albright
could never be compelled to violence as he might hurt his prissy,
delicate hands, he has enough goons on his payroll that his messages
are always imparted with brutal clarity as to his seriousness.

So Dad has screwed up apparently,
and I’m worried for him, but I also have to remember that
Magnus left me here and this game hasn’t been played out to his
conclusion. He’s not going to do anything to my father that
will send me running, so I’m just going to have to hope my dad
didn’t fuck things up too badly and that Magnus can fix
whatever it is.

And then he can come back here,
and we can get this finished. I can move on with my life then, which
most definitely includes a plan to pay Magnus back for making me do
this.

But for now, I’m
stuck in the picturesque town of Jackson. Although I’ve been
here a week, I haven’t left the rented house I shared with
Magnus except to go to The Silo. I was going stir crazy on top of
plain old crazy because of this shit I’ve landed myself into,
and now I’m going to spend a nice day just being a normal girl
on a very abnormal vacation.

Over the next hour, I walk in and
out of various shops, most of them geared toward visiting tourists. I
spend twenty minutes alone in the studio of a photographer who
specializes in native wildlife, wishing I had time to go explore
Yellowstone. Maybe tomorrow, depending on how fast Magnus is coming
back. I assume he’ll call me at some point today and give me a
tentative plan. Until then, he merely told me to stay out of trouble
and to keep a low profile until he got back.

I walk a few blocks off the town
square, passing by a tattoo shop and wishing I had the time or extra
money to get one. It’s
always been a wish of mine, and I know exactly what I’d get.

A pair of rolling dice on my
inner forearm.

My signature grift.

I pass a novelty T-shirt shop
with product hanging in the window that says things like “Wyoming:
Where Men Are Men and the Sheep Are Scared” or “I Support
The Right to Keep and Bear Arms” with a picture of a grizzly
holding a rifle.

Past a winter sporting store
called Teton Ski and Snowboarding, which even though it’s
still fairly warm out, it seems to have a ton of people inside as I
pass by.

To a shop specializing in cowboy
boots—

“Auralie?” I hear
from behind me.

Turning around, I freeze in place
as I see Logan walking out of the ski shop carrying a small paper bag
in his hand. His expression mirrors
mine, I’m sure.
I
never thought I’d see you again.

This we both knew was a truth
because Logan whispered it to me last night. While we were getting
dressed after that incredible session in the Black Room, he said he
wasn’t going to come
back into The Silo until after I was gone. It was both a sweet and
sad sentiment, and I understood his thinking without even asking him
why. I was also grateful he wouldn’t come back, because I
didn’t want him to see me on my knees before another man, nor
did I want him involved in this farce any longer.

“Hey,” I respond in a
quavering voice, shaking as he walks toward me.

“What are you doing here?”
he asks, his head swiveling left and right, I’m betting looking
for Magnus.

“He’s not here,”
I tell him, and his eyes snap back to mine as his shoulders visibly
drop into a relaxed posture. “He went to New York for a few
days and left me back here.”

The very second Logan comprehends
that Magnus is gone and I’m
here with no one to look over me, something flashes in his eyes that
looks dark and dangerous and yet so alluring, a surge of adrenaline
courses through me. I almost half expect him to grab me, pull me into
a dark alley if such a thing existed in Jackson, and have his way
with me.

Instead, he reaches out for my
hand and says, “Come
on. Let’s go get some breakfast.”

I don’t
hesitate. Don’t even think to deny him. My hand lifts out and
clasps his palm to palm because there’s nothing else I’d
rather do in this moment. He turns and leads me back in the same
direction I had just come from. We walk side by side in silence as he
maneuvers us past tourists who clog the sidewalks, across a busy
street when the walk sign says we can go, and down another sidewalk,
which puts us back on one of the main streets that border the Town
Square.