by Sahara Kelly
“And then you come.”
His words turned the blood in her veins to fire. “But you didn’t. We have some unfinished business, you and me.” Her gaze fell to his crotch. “I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” Steve sounded a little affronted.
“Well, how about this. I want…” She paused.
“What?” Steve rested his hand idly on the steering wheel.
“I want you. Your cock. Right here, right now.”
“Uhh…”
She grinned. “I want my mouth on you. Sucking you. Licking and tasting you. I like how you taste, Steve. I like the feel of you sliding over my tongue.”
He shifted on the seat, his pants bulging and his shirt still half tucked where he’d shoved it in such a hurry. “Umm…”
Lissa narrowed her eyes. “Yeah. Here. Now.”
Steve glanced around the empty parking lot. “Umm…”
“There’s nobody near us. Why not?” Lissa pushed. She wanted him, a bubble of desire that was so fierce it damn near hurt. “Unzip, Steve. Release the beast.”
She watched his throat move as he considered his options. Then his hands fell to his waist and he popped the fastener free. “You sure?” The zipper slid down and his cock bulged through the thin cotton of his underwear. The underwear that showed a distinct pink tinge. Men never can do their laundry right.
“Oh, yeah.” Lissa licked her lips. “I’m sure.”
And she was, too. She’d never wanted anything so much in her life. Need gnawed at her, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. With a little sigh of pleasure, she reached over and spread his pants apart, tugging his briefs out of the way. He lifted his hips and let her slide the clothing down out of the way.
She touched him, almost reverently. “Move your seat back. I need room for this big fella here.”
“Shit, your hands are cold. Yikes. The seat’s cold, too.” The words choked out of his throat roughly as she ran her fingertips up his silky, muscled length. But he did hit the seat control, sliding away from the steering wheel.
“Funny. I don’t notice any shrinkage.” Lissa shifted into a more comfortable position and delved into the heat between his legs, cupping his balls. “Everything seems right where it should be.”
She stroked him, softly at first, then more firmly, rolling his balls across the hand between his legs like a magician flipping a coin from finger to finger. “Do you like this, Steve?”
Lissa glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes. He was watching her hands as she touched him. She curved her hand and softly raked her nails across the skin behind his balls. He flinched. “Good? Or am I hurting you?”
“I’m…I’m fine.” A muscle in his jaw twitched as she repeated the move once more, hungry for any reaction either in words or in movements.
“Really?”
His gaze met hers, heated and heavy-lidded. “I’d be better with my cock in your—”
“You don’t need to ask.”
It was what Lissa had been waiting for. A moment of honesty when Steve told her flat-out what he wanted. No games, no pretense. Just a simple “suck me”. It freed her of any restraints and she lowered her lips to his cock.
He sighed and moved his hips slightly as she began to touch him, licking him at first, slicking her saliva over his velvety smooth skin. Up and down she went, soaking him, making him slippery and wet against her lips.
Steve moaned as she finally put her mouth over him and sucked him deep against her tongue. She played with the ridges, the curves and dips of his cock, teasing them with her tongue as she moved her head down and then up again, setting up a rhythm with her hand.
The other one continued to cup his balls and occasionally delved behind them to that little spot he seemed to react to so strongly to when she touched it.
Like a talented musician, she played his flute, sucking hard then backing off, dropping little kisses around the swollen head. Lissa sucked again, urging a tiny drop of moisture to ooze from the small slit. She savored it, rolling it around her tongue.
“God, you taste good. Salty, tart…all man.” All hers.
She held the essence of this man in her hands and her mouth. Her slightest breath made him jerk and groan, his thigh muscles bunching next to her and his head moving restlessly now as she increased her pressure.
Daringly she bared her teeth and just grazed his skin, loving the gasp and shudder she both heard and felt as they rattled his body. His reaction fed her need, filled her with a sense of her own power and drove her on, determined now to make him lose everything he had…all his control…and just let go.
Her grip tightened and she took him as far back in her mouth as she’d ever taken anything. Steve bit back a cry as his cock brushed the back of her throat, and Lissa slowly slid him free, catching her breath. Only to repeat the move once more.
The windows of the truck had fogged up, and they were enclosed in their own private world where the only sounds were of a woman’s mouth as she pleasured her man, and the man’s groans as he enjoyed her.
His balls were hard, stretching the skin that covered them, taut with his arousal.
She slid him free of her mouth, slicking her hand up and over the head of his cock, only to grip him and lower her hand down to his body once more. “I want you to come, Steve.”
“Jesus fucking—” He gasped out the words as she ran her tongue from base to tip, catching that spot beneath the head that seemed to drive him nuts.
“Steve. You hear me? I’m going to make you come. Hold you while you come. Keep your cock in my mouth while you come.” She sucked him, hard this time, tugging with her lips. There was a definite “pop” as she released him. “I want to swallow you, Steve. Suck you dry and watch you while I’m doing it.”
She raised her eyes to his, wondering what his reaction would be.
He blinked and gulped. Then closed his eyes.
Triumph flooded Lissa and she let her hands spread his thighs even farther apart. Now there was no hesitation as her hand slipped beneath his tight balls and pressed solidly into the flesh she had exposed.
Steve moaned.
This was it. She lowered her head once more to finish him.
~~~~~
From this day forward, Steve would have firsthand knowledge and be able to give lectures on receiving the perfect blowjob. Men from all around the world would listen to him describe what Lissa was doing to his cock. He fought for control with random thoughts. Eskimos, the last movie he saw, wondering if his team would win the World Series—it was all in vain.
It wasn’t so much the way she let her lips and tongue caress his aroused cock as much as how her fingers added just enough pressure below his tightened balls. His ass flexed each time she did it. Kind of like a male version of those Kegel exercises he’d read about.
“Oh, fuck, I’m…” He felt the swelling volcano beginning to crest.
Lissa dragged her finger along the sensitive skin that was his weakness and he exploded.
His legs thrust forward as he fought the impulse to shove his cock down her open throat. The urge to widen his thighs was strangled by the pants now stretched between his knees.
Steve put his hands over his face and moaned again, feeling Lissa sucking hard to get the final drop of his seed. She swallowed and sucked so powerfully, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she sucked his balls through the tip of his cock.
Finally, Lissa wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb and a rather smug smile spread across her face. “Well. That seemed to work nicely. You okay?”
“I don’t know if I can drive. Can we just sleep here?” Steve grinned and tried to adjust himself. “Ow, ouch, ah—shit, ouch, fuckin’, damn bastard—ouch.” Pain racked him.
Worriedly, Lissa raised her hands and reached for him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. What did I do? Did I break it?”
Steve clenched his teeth. “My foot is cramped. Fuck, I curled my toes just before I came and it fucking h
urts. Don’t move…just…sheeeeit—”
“Is your big toe is all curled under?” Lissa looked perplexed. “What a wuss. Stretch your leg out fully.” She watched as Steve fidgeted. “Try having a period if you want to know what real cramps are.”
“You don’t wanna kiss it and make all better?” Steve held his foot up.
“If I’d broken your cock, I might consider it. Now let’s get out of here if you’re up to driving. I’m grubby, I need to shower and my ass is freezing.”
“Hmm. Well, I’d offer to warm it up by having you sit on my face. But you’re right, it’s cold. Let’s get back to the trailer.” Steve finished pulling up his pants and started the truck.
Chapter Five
Lissa muttered to herself as she whacked her elbow in the tiny shower for the third time. At least she was clean, although God knew she had the bruises to prove it.
Her wardrobe was limited, but those jeans had to go. After crawling around on a ladies’ room floor, not to mention getting them pretty damn wet from the inside, they were definitely in need of a wash.
Perhaps there was a laundromat around someplace. She’d ask Steve.
The blouse would do, since they were going to head into the small town and pick up some supplies. Lissa shook out her skirt, glad the pleats had survived being crushed into her bag. She loved this particular red plaid and it paired nicely with the shirt.
She shrugged. It would have to do. At least she had clean underwear and her thigh-high stockings. No bra, of course—rebel women didn’t wear one.
She shivered as she toweled her hair dry. Nobody had pointed out to “rebel” women that sometimes it was cold, and bras weren’t necessarily a mark of female subordination, but occasionally a protection against that cold.
She discussed the issue with her nipples which ignored her and continued to bunch into little points beneath the silk. “Ah, screw it. It’s not like Steve hasn’t seen them already.”
She finished up and left the bathroom. He was sitting at the small dinette, studying a map of the area.
“Looks like we’re only a couple of miles from what could be the center of town. Probably can walk across the entire place in an hour. I’m guessing there’ll be stores there where we can pick up what we need.” His eyes drifted over her red shirt and skirt. “Nice kilt. You know the rules that go along with them, don’t you? No underwear underneath. You got some Scottish ancestors?”
“Nope. I just liked it. And the lack of underwear is a sexy idea, but frickin’ impractical in these temperatures. It might work in Scotland, but not here.” She slipped her feet into her shoes. “Is my jacket anywhere near dry?”
Steve leaned over and pulled it off the back of the chair where Lissa had spread it.
“Yeah, I think so. It’s warming up a lot now that the sun’s come out.” He nodded out the window where Lissa could see the snow falling in lumps off the trees and steaming from the nearby road. Cars were splashing up the slush, and a lot of melting was going on.
“Good.” At last something was working in her favor. “Okay. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Want to go shopping?”
Steve’s reaction was predictably male. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head side to side.
She giggled. “Suck it up. It won’t kill you. And I need…things, okay?”
He eyed the front of her shirt. “I hope a bra isn’t one of them.”
Lissa raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah. I like seeing you all hard like that. Turns me on.”
She glanced down at his crotch. “Likewise, babe.”
~~~~~
Thanks to Steve’s navigation system, they reached town without incident, and Lissa sighed with pleasure as the heat of the sun warmed the inside of the truck.
They found a parking space on the street, and she spent half an hour alone, rummaging through the toiletries section of the small drugstore. Lotion, soap, conditioner…there were a dozen things she hadn’t thought to shove into her bag she now really needed. She tossed in an extra deodorant and some cheap razors for good measure.
Coming out with a grin on her face, she found Steve leaning up against the truck and looking bored.
“Sorry. Did I keep you waiting?”
He shrugged. “I expected it.”
“You get what you needed?” She stuffed her bag behind the seat of the truck.
“Yep. Milk, bread, condoms and beer.”
“Ah. Just the essentials.” She closed the door and looked around. “Anything else you want to see?”
A sign caught her eye. Discreetly carved into a long piece of wood were the words “Toys 4 You”. And below it was a sign that invited visitors—who were over eighteen. Oooh. “Um, Steve? Would you mind if we took a look in there?”
He followed her gaze. “Uh…sure. Why not?” Figures. A family market, hardware store and porn shop in a town of five hundred people.
They walked down the narrow pavement to the store and looked in the window. Blue silk cascaded down the display over a low shelf where a string of pearls looped sensually around a large photograph of two bodies.
The lighting was sensational and Lissa’s heart quickened as she stared at it. Nothing overtly sexual here, just the erotic black and white image of two lovers twined around each other. The man’s head lay on the woman’s stomach, resting after loving her, perhaps.
Next to the photo was one black rose. Made of leather.
It was enticing, and Lissa couldn’t resist. She pushed the door open, enjoying the little tinkle of the bells attached to it. Steve followed and the bells clanged once more as the door closed behind him.
“I’m gonna browse a bit, okay?” She leaned towards him and whispered, itching to look at the displays of sex toys.
“Browse away.” His voice was a little strange, like he was trying not to cough or something.
Lissa glanced at him. “Behave yourself. No breaking the merchandise.” She frowned.
He gave her a look of complete innocence. “Who me?”
“Yeah you. Don’t go all freaky on me with this stuff. Just look. No touch.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Steve saluted at her. “Go browse. I’ll be around.”
And with that, Lissa hurried away into the depths of the store, to find herself slap up against a rack of vibrators.
~~~~~
Can’t find a football magazine when you need it. Steve walked down the isle of assorted paperbacks and magazines.
Something caught his eye. Carnal Cavities—The Dental Chronicles. On the cover was a busty woman in a nurse’s outfit, complete with a whip. He wasn’t a big porn reader, but the huge set of 44-DDDs caught his eye. Make that nearly took his eye out. “Weeellll, maybe just a peek.”
Most of the magazines had plastic wrappers so people could just see the covers but there were some scattered through the racks that had been opened. Some guys couldn’t wait. Hopefully the pages weren’t stuck together.
Thumbing through the pages, Steve stopped and smacked his lips together. This woman could produce enough milk to feed a small country.
On the next shelf he saw more XXX magazines. He peered over the rack to see if Lissa was around. Safe.
“No fucking way…” He spoke his thoughts aloud as he looked at a picture of a woman with a black man in her ass, a white man in her pussy and two midgets who could have been twins. They were naked and she had one on either side in her hands. Turning the page he read the title. Inside Alice’s Wonderland. Dayum.
Steve blinked at the covers for a few minutes, trying to absorb them all. Then moved on, keeping an eye out for Lissa. Fortunately, it was a large store. He managed to keep clear of her as he moved on to the rear part of the shop.
On the wall in front of him were a dozen extremely sexy women’s faces on packages. There was a small speaker with a red button below it right next to the display. The sign invited customers to “Push my spot to hear me”.
“Okay. I’ll bite.” Steve pushed the button.
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A sultry woman’s voice whispered seductively. “You want to feel what it’s like to fuck my tight, little pussy? Then give it a try. These products are just like the real thing, and a true bargain at this price. Come and get me.”
Steve blinked. “So these feel like the real thing? So a porn star’s pussy feels like a rubber ass with a hole in it?”
A soft moaning sound echoed from behind a small wall beside him, and he paused, wondering if it was another sales gimmick. But no, it was coming from a different direction.
Walking around the corner, Steve saw four booths lining the wall in the back of the store. There were curtains in front of them.
“Cool. Porno booths.” Steve had heard of them, but never seen any. He pulled out a few one-dollar bills and checked out the movie titles.
Chicks With Dicks, The Anal Avenger—Part 264, Cock Sucking Voodoo Whores, and Just Find A Hole. All award-worthy films indeed.
The first three booths were occupied, but Steve found himself lured by the appeal of Just Find A Hole.
What the hell. It’s a new experience, right?
Slipping into the tiny cubicle, he sat on the stool and tried to get comfy for the show. The floor was sticky and the scent of pine cleanser filled the hot, tiny space. Slipping his cash into the machine, Steve looked at the small screen as flickering images lit up the darkness.
A sexy-looking woman mumbled something in Spanish and her bedroom door opened. A large, overweight, hairy man waddled in and mumbled something back to her. The woman then started undoing her blouse to reveal her tits.
Please Insert Another Dollar flashed across the screen in large red letters.
“Fuck.” Steve rummaged through his pocket and put another dollar in. The movie fast-forwarded to the woman naked and on the bed. She was attractive, sort of, and she motioned for the male star to come closer to her. With great dexterity, she undid the man’s pants and his off-color underwear filled the screen, followed by his hairy, fat ass. The woman finally got his cock out but Steve could barely see it since the camera was out-of-focus and the lens really grubby.
Once again the Give me more money sign came up and Steve decided one more dollar was about his limit.
