Another Taste of Destiny (2 page)

Chapter Two

What the hell are you thinking, Joe?
It was the same question he’d asked himself all night. One week ago he had experienced the best orgasm of his life. Tonight he was back at the diner, hoping to catch a glimpse of the hooker, to pay her again for something his wife would gladly do for him. He just couldn’t get her out of his head. Those pouty lips, shockingly blue eyes, that chuckle. Shit—he just couldn’t help himself. He had two hundred dollars in his wallet and was ready to pay the devil himself for another run-in with her.

He’d been sitting for half an hour already, watching the time tick by. He was supposed to be in a meeting for work but he had told his boss he wasn’t feeling well. He pushed the guilt back again as he glanced out the door for the millionth time. He had actually driven around the block a few times trying to find her, but none of the girls he’d seen had been her. He found it interesting that none of the other prostitutes even tempted him. He wanted
her
. If he didn’t see her in the next few minutes he would go and drive around the block again.

The bell on the door jingled, pulling him from his thoughts. He caught a glimpse of long brown hair and his heart started racing. When she turned her head and he saw those lips, blood rushed to his groin so fast that he was almost lightheaded for a moment. Her eyes widened when she saw him but the look turned to amusement and she winked his way.

Tonight she was dressed in a brilliant-blue lace bra that was completely visible through a sheer black shirt. The top three buttons were undone, allowing the bra to shine in all its iridescent glory. She had on a black skin-tight skirt that barely covered the apex of her thighs. Her heels were the same color as her bra and made him want to groan. He had a quick flash of her wrapping those long legs around his back, heels digging into the muscles of his ass as he pounded into her.

He sat, riveted by her walk. She moved like a runway model or a predator, strolling toward him with purpose and control. His palms started to sweat as she neared the table. Was he really going to go through with this? The money sitting in his pocket gave him his answer, a resounding “yes”.

“Hey, hon. Didn’t think I’d see you again. You waitin’ for your wife again?” She leaned toward him when she reached the table and dropped her voice. “Or did you come to see
me
again?”

The view of her tits from his seat was mesmerizing. They threatened to spill from the blue cups with each breath she took. He hoped with each inhale that one would fall out of its little nest, giving him the glimpse he so wanted. He had dreamed of her all week, but it was her nipples that had so fascinated him. The dark-pink he had caught a peek of last time had tantalized him, taunted his imagination. Tonight he wanted to see them in their full glory, puckered and aroused.

He looked up into those captivating eyes. “I came to see you.”

“Well. Ain’t that interesting. We moving to the bathrooms again or you have something more in mind?” She raised an eyebrow in question. She smoothed a hand over his shoulder and down his back. The other was drawing tight circles in the water ring left from his drink on the table.

He cleared his throat. It was now or never. “I have money for more. Where do you usually go?”

“Well baby, that depends what you’re looking for. If you want quick we can go to your car—you did drive, right?” She waited for his nod. “Or I rented a room around the corner if you’re looking for something a little more intimate. But that’s gonna cost you more.”

He stood and threw a few bucks on the table to cover his drink and a tip. He needed to get out of the diner and into this woman. Her voice had hardened him, the small glimpses of nipple had taunted him. If he was ruining his life over some sex he wanted to enjoy it. “Let’s go—the car will work fine for what I need.”

When they exited the diner he led her to his car, opening the door for her. She grinned and chuckled at his chivalrous action. He watched her slide into the seat and caught a glimpse of shaved pussy. His cock ached to be in those folds. He rushed around the car and climbed in. He felt like an ass. Were they supposed to do it in the parking lot? If so, why hadn’t she said something about getting in the back?

“There’s a vacant lot a block over, we can park there.” She waved her hand to indicate the direction of the lot. Her other hand slid up and down her thigh, pushing the edge of her skirt higher with each pass. He watched her hand move, wanted to reach over and slide his fingers under the skirt. He could see naked pink folds, glistening in the light from the street lamps. She chuckled. “The faster we get over there the faster you can be in this.”

With shaking hands he started the car and drove to the lot. He parked as far from the street as he could, as far from light as he could get. He turned the car off and sat, stunned by his own behavior. He was sitting in his car, after lying to his boss, with a hooker, preparing to have sex with her while his marriage was already on the brink of disaster. He couldn’t make himself turn the car back on, or make her get out. He couldn’t make himself care enough to stop the actions they had set in motion. He turned to find her studying him.

“You all right, baby? I can make it all better for you but we have to move to the back unless you want me to ride you.” She smiled that knowing grin and reached over to unbuckle his seat belt. She followed the belt across his lap, stroking his cock with her hand. “So, what’s it gonna be? Backseat or front?”

Joe indulged in something he normally didn’t get to do. He reached under his seat and pushed it as far back as he could. He tilted the steering wheel up and undid his pants. His hands were still shaking but he was determined. He lifted his hips enough to push his jeans down to his knees, then turned to her. “You’re going to ride me and you’re going to do what I want.”

“Big talk from you, big man. Don’t forget, no fun ’til you pay.” She had moved across the seat and was on her knees, her breasts pushed up and almost escaping the confines of her bra. She smiled and winked.

“Shit.” He had forgotten about the money. Fuckin’ A. He pulled at his pants until he could reach into the pocket. He removed the wad of money and peeled off a hundred dollars. With shaking fingers he handed the money to her. This time she secreted the cash in a side pocket of her bag. When her hand came away from the bag he could see a foil package nestled in her palm. Shit. He hadn’t even thought about condoms, or anything else. Had she been tested lately? Had he? He hadn’t been with anyone other than Patty in a long time, so he knew he should be clean.

“Lean back, darlin’, and let me do my thing.” She shimmied out of her skirt and started working on the buttons on her shirt.

“Wait. I’m paying for a show, so I want a good one. Slow down and strip so I can see all of you.” Joe growled his instructions and watched her hands slow.

Her movements morphed into a sensual dance. Even constrained in the front seat of the car, she was sexy. Her fingers slowly slid each button from its hole. She opened the shirt a little more to give him an unfettered glimpse of more skin. When the last button had been freed she slid the translucent shirt off her shoulders, catching it on her elbows. She leaned forward and slowly let the shirt fall from her arms. She squeezed her tits together, testing the capacity of her bra. Her breathing had increased, either by design or with actual arousal—he wasn’t sure and really didn’t care. Each heave of her chest pushed her breasts up, allowing a small piece of her nipples to show. The creamy skin looked smooth and silky in the soft light from the street.

Her hands reached up and pressed her breasts together, her deft fingers opened the front clasp of her bra and slowly released her hold on the material. In slow motion the silk revealed wonderfully full breasts that he wanted to touch. She would easily fill his hands but they were beautifully formed. Rose-colored nipples were puckered and tipped up slightly, begging for his lips or fingers. He chuckled when he noticed that each nipple had been pierced with a small golden hoop.

“You can touch if you want, baby. You can’t break me.” She leaned toward him, offering him her breasts with a smile. She pulled lightly on the rings, tightening her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned.

“No, you continue stripping. You can touch yourself, though. I like watching a woman pleasure herself.” His voice was rough with lust. He had dropped a hand to his cock and was absently stroking up and down his shaft as he watched her reveal her body.

“Whatever you want, baby,” she whispered. She snaked her hands down her belly and around her hips. The light sound of a zipper opening let him know she was going to take that skirt off. She moved her thumbs to the sides and slowly rolled the material off her hips. She wiggled seductively as she pushed the skirt down to her knees. Her shaved pussy gleamed softly in the light.

She slid her knees off the seat, leaning toward him. Her breasts swung closer to his face as she wiggled the skirt off her legs. He was mesmerized by the sway of her flesh. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing lightly, enjoying the weight in his palm. Her skin was warm and soft and filled his hand with a comfortable amount of flesh. She knelt on the seat again once she was free of her clothing. Naked, she was a vision. Soft, lightly tanned skin, unblemished and unmarked. He wanted to see it all.

“Lie down and show me your pussy. I want to watch you touch yourself.” He growled his demand. He was lost to the moment. Nothing was going to stop him from getting every little wish, every little fantasy out of this endeavor.

With sensual movements she swung her body around, flashing him a tantalizing view of her ass and plump cunt lips just before she lay on the bench seat. She hooked one leg over the back of the seat, opening her thighs. She moved the other leg as far as the dash would allow to fully open herself to him. One of her hands moved down her belly, trailing lightly over her skin to her pussy. She worked her middle finger between her folds and used her thumb to open herself even farther. Her other hand cupped her breast, twisting the nipple between her fingers.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked. Her voice was thick. She threw her head back and moaned deep in her chest. “Is this what you wanted me to do?”

Joe watched through half-closed eyes as she moved slick fingers along her folds. He still palmed his cock, stroking himself with slow slides up and down his shaft. He could wait a few more moments before having her ride him. He wanted to watch her come, wanted to watch her pleasure herself until her back arched and she clamped those cunt muscles in spasms hard enough for him to see.

“Swirl your finger around your clit. Make it hard enough that I can see it standing out from its hood.” He stopped working his shaft and took a breath. Watching her do as he told her without hesitation or embarrassment was heady. It ramped up his need enough that he feared he would come before getting her on his shaft. The sight of her finger disappearing into her opening and coming out wet with her juices brought answering moisture to the tip of his cock. He used his thumb to capture the bead of pre-cum and spread it over the head. “Rub your clit ’til you come.”

She chuckled but complied. She increased the speed of her fingers working around her clit, strumming the nub faster. He watched as it plumped and hardened under her fingers. Her other hand still worked her nipple, tugging on the ring and twisting it. He could see her thighs shivering and knew that she was either a great actress or going to come soon. His gaze narrowed on her pussy, watching her fingers stroke the slick skin, watching the mouth of her opening clench. When her body started to stiffen and her breathing changed to pants he leaned over and slid a finger into her canal. Thrusting slowly in and out as she continued to rub her clit. He felt her inner muscles spasm around his finger. He added another finger and watched them disappear into her body, sliding wetly through her arousal. She shook with her release and keened quietly.

“God, that was fucking beautiful,” he commented. He stroked his hand up her thigh and squeezed her knee. “Now get over here and straddle me.”

She sat up and picked the condom wrapper up from the seat. Waggling it between her fingers she raised an eyebrow. Her voice was husky and reminded him of mulled wine, warm and spicy. “You coating up, baby or you want me to do it?”

“You do it. I want to watch.”

She crawled onto his lap and expertly opened the wrapper. With nimble fingers she sheathed his cock in the condom and stroked him a few times from base to tip. “There you go, hon. All set for a ride.”

“Get up here and straddle my dick. I want to feel you around me.” He grabbed her hips and helped position her over his lap. She grabbed his shaft and set him at her opening. With a slow slide she descended onto him fully, arching her back slightly to get him deeper. He wrapped his hands around her tits and squeezed them gently, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Ride me. I want it hard and fast.”

“You got it, baby,” she crooned. She raised her body off his cock and dropped back down, forcing the head to bump her cervix. He jerked at the feeling of her hot, tight core slamming down on him. The bump at the end sent her muscles into spasms, rippling over his cock. She smiled that knowing smirk and did it again and again, going faster and harder each time. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “I love the feel of your hard cock inside my pussy, stroking me. But next time I want you in my ass.”

The visual she evoked was his undoing. His wife never let him near her anus. He had fantasized so many times about doing just that, pounding into her ass. He grabbed her hips and helped to speed her thrusts until he slammed her down and held her steady, jerking his hips against hers. He closed his eyes and saw specks of light dancing behind his eyes as he ejaculated into her body. She clenched her vaginal muscles, milking him and extending his orgasm. With a shudder and a groan, he was done, spent, replete.