by Lane Hart
“Let’s go.” Standing up, I grab her by her slim upper arm and yank her up to her unsteady feet, offering her purse back to her on the way out the door. “If you can’t walk, then I’ll have to leave you here. Because you sure as fuck won’t be able to stay on the back of my bike,” I tell her, omitting the fact that if we stay here, I’ll fuck her on a table so hard she won’t be able to walk afterward.
Outside the bar, she jerks free of my grasp and makes a show of putting one foot directly in front of the other, walking an imaginary line toward my bike. She actually does pretty well from what I see before my attention is drawn upward, memorizing the curve of her ass in those skintight jeans. Yeah, she’s young, four years younger than me to be exact, but I can’t help myself. I want to pluck that sweet little cherry right off of her fucking tree. Her purity is like a red flag, and I’m the raging bull. I want to corrupt her, ruin her. And I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my hands off her.
“If you fall off, I’m not coming back for you,” I warn her with a swift slap of my palm to her ass cheek. A slap that ends with a squeeze because I can’t resist copping a feel. I know right away I’ve made a huge mistake. That juicy ass feels too damn good to not touch again.
Looking at me over her shoulder, her front teeth bite into her bottom lip like she’s trying not to smile. And, great, now all I can think about is shoving my cock between those naturally red, roller coaster lips, and fucking the ever-loving-shit out of that virginal mouth.
My swelling cock temporarily overrides my ability to think rationally. Right now I don’t want to leave. No, I want to touch her again. To punish her for making me feel like a crazy man who can’t control himself. And, yeah, maybe I want to break her in, give her a little taste of what her sweet body’s been missing so that she craves more of it. From me. I want her so damn addicted to coming on my hands or mouth that this silent girl fucking begs for my cock.
Change of plans again.
Fuck the money, slow seduction it is.
“We need to sober you up,” I tell her, using the lame excuse as my reason for doing what I’m about to do. Straddling my bike, I wait for her to come closer. Then I grab her by her tiny waist and back of her leg, hefting her up and sitting on the seat facing me. Her legs drape over the top of my thighs and her arms wrap around my neck without missing a beat. The next thing I know, she closes her eyes and grinds her pussy down on my hard bulge, letting out a soft moan.
Maybe she’s not as innocent as she looks. I was expecting her to push me away or make some attempt at a protest, not sit her ass down on my cock and pull me closer.
I grasp her chin between my finger and thumb so that she’s looking at me when her eyes flutter open. Eyes that seem to transform with every blink. Right now they’re a midnight blue and full of challenge, reminding me of earlier today when she climbed up on my bike like she belonged on it and then held my gaze, daring me to run her off. She’s naïve though and doesn’t know what she’s asking for or how much danger she’s in.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl,” I warn her, running my other palm up her jean-covered thigh until my thumb finds the juncture. She gasps when I press against the seam, the one that runs right along her pussy. “Are you trying to get burnt?”
She lowers her eyes to where I’m touching her before nodding. The ivory skin covering her high cheek bones turns blood red, making me think that she’s embarrassed to admit wanting this, my hand between her legs. Fuck, that’s hot. I want to hear her say all the naughty things she wants, but thinks are shameful and wrong, and then do them to her. And if she thinks this PG-13 make-out session shit we’re about to engage in is sinful, well then, I’m definitely going to hell for leading a girl so pure and perfect into the dark depths of temptation. My list of transgressions is rather extensive, but what I’m doing now is the fucking icing on the whole upside down cake.
I had a purpose for coming back here, take her out fast and get paid. But there’s still plenty of time, so maybe…maybe I can selfishly indulge for a few days. Fuck, I’m already thinking of all the various ways I can exploit her. And the fact that she sat her ass on my motorcycle is perfect because that means she’ll never suspect that I have any ulterior motives for her. I’ve only got a few days, but I can make the most of them. She’s literally putty in my hands right now, so this should be easy. It would probably be easier to get inside her panties if I was a little nicer, but I honestly don’t know if I’m capable of such a thing.
“Look at me, Blair,” I order her and pause my thumb’s movements between her legs until she lifts her head. “Have you ever been fucked?”
She shakes her head no.
Fuck. Yes.
My hips give an involuntary rock upwards toward her untouched pussy at the same time my cock swells to Guinness book world record-breaking size. While her virginity means I can’t ravish her quite as fast as I wanted, it also makes me hard as a fucking rock knowing how fun it will be to seduce her slowly. Until she’s begging for my cock to fill her, and then trusting me enough to do anything I want to her.
“You’re gonna be getting fucked real soon,” I warn her, continuing to press my thumb against her jean covered clit. “Until then, show me what you want and I’ll give it to you. But I’m warning you, it won’t be gentle, and I expect you to reciprocate when and however the fuck I say.”
Blair nods in agreement before she surprises the shit out of me yet again by grabbing my hand and lifting up her ass to sit on it.
“Fuck,” I groan feeling her fiery heat through the denim when I start stroking her entire pussy. Her lips part on a silent gasp and her nails dig into the back of my neck. She starts bearing down and rocking into my hand, and all I can think is that I wish it were my hard cock that’s trying to punch his way through my jeans getting her off instead of my hand.
When her head tips backward, giving herself over to the pleasure, I lean forward and lick a path up her throat, tasting her salty skin and making her shiver. She arches her back, pushing out her small, perky tits that my hands are greedy to touch. Keeping my mouth on her neck, I shove my free hand up her shirt and roughly grope her through her bra before yanking the cup down and out of the way. I squeeze and pinch her nipple without easing up on the pressure of my fingers between her legs. My lips and beard graze her jaw, and her body tenses, bracing itself for the intensity of an orgasm to tear through her, just as the rumble of an engine roars closer. Seconds later, a bike pulls into the gravel lot, parking a few feet away from mine. Blair freezes and her eyes blink open. When she realizes we have an audience, I can practically see the lust draining from her face.
I glare over at the bastard who interrupted what was probably the girl’s first man-made orgasm. The slick-headed asshole sporting a goatee and dark sunglasses casually leans forward, letting his arms hang over the handlebars as if he’s settling in, waiting for the show to go on. Fuck if I’m gonna let him stop me from getting her off.
Still watching him through narrowed eyes, I pull my hand out of her shirt and from between her legs to pop the button on her jeans. Blair lets out another gasp and starts to pull away. Ignoring her hesitation, I jerk the zipper down and then slip my hand inside the front of her panties. My eyes swing back up to hers, needing to see her reaction when I touch her pussy for the first time. I smile in amusement when she starts squirming, her ass lifting clear off my lap at the first teasing touch of my fingertips on her soaking wet flesh. Chuckling, I wrap my arm around her back to hold her in place while my thumb keeps playing with her engorged little button. Needing to know if she’s as tight as I think she is, I graze one fingertip along her pussy lips before easing it into her slick entrance.
Blair’s eyes that had drifted closed flash wide open when I start to penetrate her, a mixture of surprise, unease, and curiosity. When I withdraw my finger and replace it with two, she sucks in a harsh breath.
“So fucking tight, just like I knew you would be,” I say to her as I pump my fingers in a
nd out of her pussy that’s already starting to spasm. Her hold loosens on my neck and then she’s grabbing my shoulders, using them as an anchor while her body bounces on my lap with wild abandon. I pull her closer, grabbing her ass to hold her to me so I can feel her tits rubbing against my chest with every sexy, frantic motion she makes. The thought of her riding my cock just like this, feeling her hot little pussy squeezing the fuck out of my shaft instead of my fingers is enough to cause precum to drip from the tip of my hard, aching cock. I don’t just want some relief, now I need it, and I know just how I’m gonna get it.
“Ohhh!”
Her low moan brings my attention back to pleasuring her just before the tremors rip through her body. I don’t dare cover her lips with mine because I want to hear all the noises she makes, loud and clear.
“Oh! Ohhh God!” she cries out, burying her face in my neck, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. The sweet sound of the very first petal being plucked from this little virgin’s flower. I’m gonna be the one who tears each and every one of those fuckers off. Once I’ve stripped her bare, raw and convinced her to give me her body in all the ways I’m fantasizing about, then I’ll do what I need to do.
“Just wait, little girl,” I whisper in her ear when her body stops shaking. My voice is deeper and gruffer like I was the one who screamed out a release. “Soon, I’m gonna own this unclaimed pussy.” I add another finger, thrusting three inside her still clenching walls just once before I withdraw them all. “But right now, I’m gonna own this mouth.”
Pushing her away from my chest, I grasp her chin and jaw, forcing her mouth open to slip my index finger that’s wet from her own arousal inside. “Suck it,” I tell her. She doesn’t hesitate, sucking so damn hard that her cheeks cave in while her hazy, fuck drunk eyes hold mine.
“Goddamn, Blair,” I grumble as my finger pops free from her lips. I felt the suction of her mouth all the way down to my dick that’s about to explode behind my zipper. Lifting her off my bike, I stand her up next to it. Her legs are so wobbly she has to reach for the handlebar to hold herself upright. That’s fine, she won’t need to be standing for the next part.
“Get on your knees,” I order, and then I have to steel my features to hide my surprise when she obeys with no reluctance, kneeling right down on the uneven pavement. Her long, wavy butterscotch hair spills over her shoulders, throwing off streaks of gold in the sunlight, practically forming a halo.
My thrill-seeking angel is about to lose her wings.
Well, she may not lose her wings just yet, but those ivory feathers will definitely be stained. Darkened. And I wanna be the one who pluck every last one of them. Why is the idea of dirtying her up so fucking hot?
After I take too long to give my next instructions, I can tell she starts to lose her nerve. Her eyes lift from the ground and glance shyly over her shoulder in the direction of our voyeur.
I scowl at the fucker who’s still sitting on his bike, fucking captivated by our show based on the way he licks his lips and has his hand on the bulge in his pants. He’s gonna very well love this next act.
“Don’t worry about him. You just need to worry about me,” I tell Blair when I climb off the bike and stand in front of her. Stabbing my fingers through the hair at the back of her head, I grasp enough in my fist so that when I give it a tug she’s forced to look up the length of my body. “Now take my cock out.”
She licks her lips like she can’t fucking wait for a taste, causing my dick to twitch in anticipation before she finally reaches up and fumbles to get my belt free. And then, so slowly that I swear she’s fucking with me, she takes her sweet ass time with the button and zipper on my jeans, probably because she’s inexperienced. I barely resist knocking her hands away and jerking my jeans down to speed things along. Instead, I wait patiently in case she loses her nerve. After what seems like an eternity, she pushes the denim down my hips until my erection bobs free, right in front of her face.
“Suck it,” I order, needing that mouth on me and unable to wait another instant.
Looking up at me with her mouth open wide, and zero hesitation in her expression, she wraps her small fist around my cock and leans forward. As soon as the tip of her hot, wet tongue touches my flesh, my knees go weak. I’m ready to swear fealty to this girl’s mouth. When her lips seal around the crown of my steel shaft and she starts applying suction, I vow to slay dragons or conquer kingdoms, anything to stay in her fantastic mouth a little longer.
“More,” I tell her, and the one word comes out strangled. “Come on, baby. You gotta suck me deeper.” I yank her head forward, cramming my cock down her throat while pumping my hips, forcing her head to bob with the pace I need. She closes her eyes when she whimpers, and it’s music to my ears. “Suck me harder. Faster,” I growl.
Her free hand clenches my thigh, trying to slow me down. There’s no way I can let up now. I’m too far gone. So I grip her hair tighter and fuck her mouth like the relentless bastard I am. Owning it. Owning her as she gags and moans, tears streaming down her gorgeous face.
I don’t pause in my thrusting, even when I look up and find not one but three spectators now, two coming out of the bar and the one on his bike. He’s the only one who is so worked up that he’s got his own cock out. While I’m watching him, he spits on his hand and strokes himself. He wishes his cock was the first one in this sweet little virgin’s mouth. Can’t say I blame him. It’s magnificent watching her choke on my cock while at the same time she’s trying her damnedest to suck it so good for me. For some unknown reason, she wants to please me. The hand that was pushing me away has now moved around and is clutching my ass cheek like she can’t get enough.
“That’s it,” I praise her. “But I know you can take more, can’t you, baby?” Her sapphire eyes look up, practically begging for my approval. I pull her head forward and shove my cock down her throat without immediately pulling back out. Her gag reflex kicks in, but she keeps swallowing. Off in the distance, I think I hear one of the men watching let out a low, needy groan. I finally let up my hold on Blair and then nearly shoot my load when she presses forward on her own until her lips circle the base of my cock. The inexperienced virgin just took all of me with three men watching.
“F-u-u-u-c-k,” I growl when my balls draw up tight. “So good. Gotta come in your sexy little mouth.” I barely warn her before my hot release starts pulsing down her throat. Gripping her hair in my fist, I pump my cock in and out of her mouth faster, grunting with effort until I’m completely spent.
Goddamn.
I’ve had more blowjobs than I can count, and that was by far the best by a mile. Maybe it’s her inexperience and eagerness, or the spectators, but her mouth feels so good on me that I don’t want to leave the comfort of it just yet. I keep her head bobbing up and down on my softening length just for the hell of it, and to tease our audience. I can feel their horny, desperate stares. They want her, and while I may have fucked girls and handed them off to the next person in line before the cum dried in the past, there’s no fucking way I’m letting anyone else near my now defiled angel. For some reason, she’s letting me be the one to taint her, and I like knowing I’m the only one who owns her sweet body too much to share. Oddly enough, I’ve never had a virgin before, and I want to take that prize from her myself.
Eventually, I force myself to release my hold on her hair. Still fisting my cock, she pulls her mouth off and swipes her tongue across the dripping slit. When she sucks just the head into her mouth, I think it just might be enough to get me completely hard again.
“Dress me and get up,” I order since we’ve given everyone here enough of a show.
I grit my teeth and hold back a curse at the loss of her warm, wet mouth. That was so worth keeping her alive, even better than I could’ve hoped. Watching her pull my pants back up and fasten them and my belt is hot and sort of demeaning for some reason. Probably because I could easily do it myself but I like seeing her struggle and making her do shit since she�
��s so damn eager. My eager little beaver.
When she gets to her feet, she’s actually smiling after I just demeaned the fuck out of her in public. I reach down and zip her jeans back up and rebutton them while she stands perfectly still, waiting for her next instructions. Looking down, I notice her beaded nipples are poking out of her shirt, but I don’t fix the cups of her bra, wanting her to stay like that on the way back.
Both of us now dressed, I straddle my bike. Blair doesn’t need me to tell her to climb on. She does so rather gracefully, purposefully sticking out her tempting bottom while grasping my shoulders. I kick-start the engine and her arms wrap around my waist without any of the hesitancy of touching me like the ride up here. Her inner thighs squeeze my hips, and I swear I can feel the heat of her pussy through the back of my leather jacket.
This girl is gonna be the death of me, I think to myself as I slip on my sunglasses and take off for the highway.
Chapter Six
Blair
I press my face into the back of Brede’s leather jacket to shield it from the brutal wind. It feels like he’s driving twice as fast home as he did on the way up here, which is slightly terrifying. He’s probably just in a hurry to get rid of me now that he got what he wanted.
Brede’s definitely not the knight in shining armor riding a white stallion from my daydreams, that’s for sure. No, he’s a foul-mouthed, wild man who rides dangerously on a dark horse that’s even faster than Prince Charming’s. Never in all my fantasies did my brave hero rescue me and then demand in a sexy, growling voice that I get on my knees to pleasure him using my mouth. My imagination couldn’t conjure up something so erotic that it had never actually experienced before, but I’m certain it will from now on.
And wow. I can still taste his salty flavor in my mouth. It’s hard to believe that I sucked Brede’s penis in broad daylight with witnesses. The old Blair would’ve never done such a thing, but the new Blair liked it. A lot. Sure, tears still stain my face, and my jaw is sore, but it was worth it to silence the voices in my head for a few minutes and watch Brede lose control. He was so aroused by what I did to him that he ejaculated into my mouth with other men watching like they thought what I was doing was hot. Little ole me who’s never touched a man before.
