Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) (2 page)

“Good,” I said just before I reached up to pull his head down to my mouth.

He didn’t jerk back from me in disgust. But neither did he gasp as though surprised by my actions. He didn’t open his mouth and try to shove his tongue down my throat. But neither did he open for me as I licked sensually at his lips. He just stood there, letting me lick my tongue futilely. And then, I felt his hand move between us.
 

My tongue rested on the divot at the middle of his lower lip as my attention focused on the track of his hand. His fingers lightly traced down my side. It was a gentle touch. It skittered the fabric of my blouse, giving only a bit of pressure to the skin beneath. He continued the motion across my belly, and on down to my pubic bone. Before he got those sneaky fingers in between my legs, I gasped and pulled my mouth away from him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I shuffled back half a step, but then I stopped and pressed my thighs together. The areas where his fingers had contacted my skin through the fabric of my clothes all tingled.

“You tried to put your tongue in my mouth,” he leaned back against the bar. “I tried to put my hand in your pussy.”
 

I straightened my shoulders with a huff while my pussy buzzed at the sound of its name on this guy’s tongue. “I was only kissing you.”

“I don’t see a difference,” he shrugged.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Sergio, my boyfriend. Strike that- my ex boyfriend. Sergio, my ex boyfriend, was making his way over to us. He fumbled a step as he evidently caught sight of the man standing with me. Sergio’s hand went to his chin. He scratched at the pity he’d been about to present to me. That pitiful expression was slowly crumbling away.
 

“Look,” I turned back to the guy at the bar. “I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me.”

“Boyfriend?” There went that eyebrow again.

I didn’t like the way he said that word with a smirk. Instead of the twenty-year old modern woman I was, I felt he was looking at me as though I had on a poodle skirt and I’d just told him my steady guy offered me a promise ring.

The truth was Sergio had never promised me anything. I’d called him my boyfriend, but he’d never confirmed it by calling me his girlfriend in return. Nor had we exactly said we’d be exclusive to each other, but we had been screwing around for over a month now. Thirty plus days of fucking and blowjobs should imply exclusivity.

The Asian guy looked around the dance floor. “Your man is in here fucking another girl?” His voice was full of interest, as though he would like to see that show.

“No,” I grimaced. “He was talking to some girl over in the corner. He just saw me and he’s headed this way.”

Just like Sergio scratched his chin a second ago, this guy’s hand rose and scratched as he considered my words. “He was just
talking
to some girl?”

It wasn’t pity on his face, but I still felt like he was speaking to me as though I were a child coming to him with an adolescent’s concern, like someone was playing with my Ken doll without my permission.

“Can you just pretend to be here with me?” I said. “Just for a minute, and then I’ll leave you alone. Please?”

His calm face studied me. Then his dark eyes flicked over my shoulder. He reached up and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Sure, but only because I like how you beg.”

“Kira?”

I stiffened at the sound of Sergio’s voice behind me. In front of me, my eyes pleaded with my sexy decoy to be cool. In response, the corner of his sexy mouth ticked up. Decoy man moved his hand from my hip and rested it on my ass. I pursed my lips, but I let it stand and turned around.
 

Sergio stood there, alone. I saw the blonde standing in his wake. I placed my hand on the Asian guy’s chest. I had to take a moment to enjoy the play of muscles there beneath his soft cotton shirt. I was a sucker for a well-defined chest.

I put on my brightest smile. “Hey Serg, I thought that was you over there. You having a good time?”

Sergio looked between me and the Asian guy, then over his shoulder at the blonde. “Yeah, I’m just hanging out with some friends.” He turned back. “I thought we had plans tonight?”

I arranged my face into a theatrical wince. “I didn’t think we’d set anything firm. I’m not sure when I’ll be home.”

My partner in this lie took the hint and pulled me closer to him, nuzzling my ear. “If you’ll be home,” the Asian said in my ear, but loud enough for Sergio to hear.

I giggled like one of those vapid girls that I couldn’t stand. “Sorry, Serg. Maybe some other time?”

“Forget it, you cunt. I don’t do sloppy seconds.”

I saw red. But before I could launch into an attack, my decoy stepped up.

The Asian guy locked his arm around my waist, his fingers dug into my ass. “You’re the sloppy one if your girl needs to go out and look for somebody else to satisfy her.”

Sergio reared up. He thrust his chest out and bared his teeth. “She’s not even worth it. She can’t fuck for shit.”

Again I was ready to stand up for myself and lay into Sergio, but the Asian guy’s hand, which was still on my side, dug into me, commanding me to stay put and quiet.

He tucked me behind him and squared off, planting his feet wide. From over his shoulder I saw the smile on his face, challenging Sergio to make a move. Sergio was bigger than this guy, but that didn’t seem to bother my decoy. A crowd gathered. A bouncer came over.
 

Sergio took a step behind the bouncer. “Yeah, you better hold me back. You don’t want to mess with me, man.”

The bouncer escorted Sergio to the front door, but he left me and the Asian guy alone without a second glance.

Once Sergio was out the door, the Asian guy offered me his hand. “Come on.”

I put my hand in his and we headed towards the exit. In the dark night’s sky, gray storm clouds overran the deep blue. The rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. I wrapped my arms around myself in the humid air as I thought about the long, sleepless night ahead of me.

“Thank you,” I said to my rescuer. “I appreciate your help with that.”

He shrugged as though it meant nothing. It probably hadn’t. He’d gotten to grope a woman and flex his muscles. Now, he’d go off and fuck one of the many women who had eyed him appreciatively on his way out the door. My pussy pouted that it would receive no attention this evening.

“But you know,” I said, “you didn’t have to try to put your hand up my skirt.”

“You tried to put your tongue in my mouth.”

“I kissed you. You groped me.”

“Yeah, I still don’t see the difference,” he said. “Do you know how many germs are carried in the human mouth? A woman’s pussy is far more hygienic a place for a man to put his tongue than in their mouth. A man’s dick is also a more hygienic thing to put into your mouth than someone else’s tongue.”

Was this guy for real? “So what? I violated you?”

“Yes. If you’d asked me to kiss you, I would’ve said
‘
no
’
. I don’t know you or where your mouth has been. If you’d asked me to eat out your pussy, I would’ve said
‘
yes
’
. Would you like me to eat out your pussy?”

I stumbled down the last step. “No.”

“Are you sure? You look like you need a good release after fucking that prick. When’s the last time you came?”

“None of your business.”

“Would you like to make it my business?”

I couldn’t respond. My body was tingling again at all the places where he’d touched me; the left side of my body where his fingers had traced. My hip, my ass, my stomach, and just below my pubic bone.

Sergio was full of shit. I wasn’t a bad lay. He never complained before. I always got him off. But it was never the other way around. This guy beside me gave me the feels with my clothes on.

“I’d like to make it my business,” said the man who’d made me tingle with a touch. “You put your tongue in my mouth. Let me put mine in your pussy, and then we’ll call it even.”

From the corner of my eye I saw Sergio putting the blonde into his car. The best way to get over one guy was to get under another. That’s how I got over the guy I dated before going out with Sergio. Why mess with tradition?

Plus, this guy was cute. Those dark, intelligent eyes of his were glazing over in desire for me. And I’d got an impression of his size when I’d pressed myself up against him. That thing had to be bigger than his brain. I wouldn’t mind leading it around for a bit.

Why not? I sure as hell didn’t want to go home alone after that scene. And who knows? He might make an excellent new boyfriend.

“What’s your name?” I said.

“You can call me Owl.”

“Hi Owl, I’m Kira.”

Chapter Two

Owl led me around back to the parking lot. On the way there he tucked my hand into the crook of his arm, just like they did on those old Masterpiece Theater period movies.

“We’re going to fuck, not court.” I pulled my arm away. That public display of affection was more than I’d ever received from any other boyfriend.

Owl’s chuckle was light as it breezed across the tip of my ear. “Should I push you into the alley, shove up your skirt, and fuck you in front of all these people?” He stopped walking, turned, and faced me. “Would you like that, Kira?”

There were people on the streets, but none in the actual parking lot. I wasn’t into public sex, but the way he looked at me, the way he’d said that, my brain -no, my pussy- actually considered it. Too bad he was kidding.

He was kidding, right? We faced off in the middle of the lot. He stared at me, waiting for my answer. My mouth wouldn’t work.

But then he grinned. “My car’s just over here.”

Owl put my arm back into the crook of his elbow and led me over to a red Honda Civic with a black and gold dragon painted on the side. The car was sandwiched in between three other cars that looked like they belonged in the movie
The Fast and Furious
. There was a black Charger, a green Audi R8, and a gray BMW coupe.

How did I know the make and models? I’d had a lot of boyfriends. All the cars had unique paint jobs, but I didn’t get a chance to admire them in the dim street lighting. Owl opened the rear passenger door of the Civic for me.

I turned to him and frowned. “Aren’t you taking me home?”

He leaned into me, pressing my body into the frame of the car. “You shouldn’t go home with strange men, Kira. You don’t know what they might do to you.”

It was smart advice that I’d ignored for a good portion of my adult life. I’d gone home with a ton of strange men. The worst thing to happen to me so far was waking up alone with a sore pussy and aching thighs.

“You told me what you wanted to do to me,
”
I said.
“
You said you were going to eat me out.”

“Baby, I’m going to make a meal out of you. Now, be a good girl and hop in the back seat.”

He didn’t raise his voice. He hadn’t raised his voice at any point during our encounter, not even when he squared off against Sergio. Owl spoke in these quiet, dulcet tones that would lure a child to sleep, or off the wooded path to Grandma’s house.

I expected him to challenge me, to try to cajole me. He did neither. He waited silently. His dark eyes dared me to step inside. I could turn around and leave. I didn’t think that he would stop me if I tried to go.

I looked again at his firm body, his broad chest. It was going to be nice to curl up into that chest later this night and more nights to come. I ducked into the car.

Once inside I scooted to the opposite door placing my heeled shoes on the floor. Owl crawled in and shut the door. His body took up any remaining space in the cramped back seat.

I reached up and grabbed his neck. In a move that would’ve made any martial artist proud, Owl’s hands snaked out and grabbed my wrists. His fingers entwined with mine and he put them behind my head. The move knocked my breath out, made my heart speed up.
 

When he spoke it was that soft, calm voice. “What did I say about kissing?”

There was a firmness behind his words that turned my intellectual brain to mush.

“Kissing is a messy business, Kira, and I don’t do that with strangers.”

I struggled to add meaning to those words. “But you’re going to eat me out.”

Owl grinned. “Pussy is a delicacy I don’t pass up.” He reached his hand under my skirt and traced the seam of my g-string. “Ohh,” he purred as he traced my bare pubic area. “And it looks like you cleaned up for me.”

I wasn’t a fan of pubic hair and always kept it shaved off. Actually, I wasn’t a fan of guys eating me out either. I’d always offer a different course instead. “Why don’t you turn around so I can give you a little head? As a thank you for helping me out.”

“Maybe.” Owl rubbed his thumb over my bare pussy lips. “When I’m done.”
 

I failed to stifle my sigh of frustration and turned it into a moan of what I hoped sounded like pleasure. I writhed my hips to encourage him to get on with it. That storm was coming soon. I wanted to be inside, out of the shower, and in bed with him before it broke.

Owl moved aside the fabric that covered my pussy. I held my breath expecting dry friction over my vagina. But instead, his fingers slipped and slid between my folds. To my surprise there was wetness there. My gasp this time wasn’t an act.

Owl brought his thumb back from under my skirt. He put it in his mouth and sucked. ”Hmmm.”
 

His groan rumbled through me. I watched his tongue flick out of his mouth and over his thick thumb. A throb reverberated through my core. I jerked, shocked at the sensation.

“You just passed my taste test, Kira.”

Another throb went through me. This time it rose up my back and reached the top of my spine, straightening my shoulders on the leather of the car seat. It was the nicest thing a guy had said to me in a long time. I think I could really come to like this guy. I reached between us for his dick.

“Let me suck you off,” I said. “I give really good head.”

Owl smiled at me. “Me too.” He shoved away my hands and disappeared between my thighs.