Devil May Care: Boxed Set (114 page)

Mickey

Ella practically leapt up from the table as soon as I put the money down. She walked out of the restaurant ahead of me, and I could see that she was wiggling her delicious little ass and shaking her hips. The little bitch was practically in heat, and I was going to take her and make her mine. The first time we’d fucked, it hadn’t been nearly long enough for my tastes. I hadn’t done coke in years but somehow I wanted some, just so I could go all night with Ella. I wanted to make sure that she couldn’t walk for a week. As we walked out to my bike in silence, I thought about what would happen if I yanked her jeans down and took her right there in the parking lot. Whenever I stepped close to Ella, I could smell her delicious arousal soaking through her jeans. I wanted to bury my face in her panties and lick her clit until she was screaming for more. I wanted to do every dirty thing I’d ever thought of to Ella—lick her delicate asshole, take her up the ass, make her call me Daddy. I’d never been
that
dominant in bed before. But Ella was different, she was so innocent, so perfect. I wanted to take that innocence and shatter it.

“Bend over,” I told her in a quiet voice. Ella turned around to face me. Her gorgeous little face wore an expression of shock, and when she didn’t do what I asked, I raised my hand and slapped her on the ass. “What did I say?” I growled. “I’m your master.
Listen to me
.”

Ella shivered and finally, she leaned over my bike.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered. Ella shifted her weight and spread her legs. Now she was leaning over with her back arched and her pert little ass sticking straight up in the air. I slid my fingers into the waistband of her loose jeans and tugged. Ella squirmed but she didn’t resist as I slipped my fingers inside of her panties and stroked the cheeks of her ass. Her skin was so smooth, so warm, and I loved the way she wriggled under my touch. As I stuck a fingertip in the opening of her pussy, I felt my legs weaken. She was so hot, so wet, so tight! My cock hardened and chafed against my jeans; I couldn’t wait to bury it inside of Ella’s pink velvet heaven.

Ella let out a deep, shaky breath as I slipped my other hand under her shirt and reached out to tweak her nipples. She was braless, and the weight of her little breasts in my hand made me even hotter. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest and I knew that she was both terrified and aroused. Groping her like this in public felt so dirty that I knew it had to be making her hot—it was making me so hard that my cock hurt. Finally, I let Ella go. She was shaking and quivering and as she put the helmet I offered on her head, I noticed that her little hands were shaking. I grinned at her and leaned in for a quick kiss. She tasted like strawberries and wine, and all of a sudden, all I wanted to do was eat berries off of her naked body. I could practically smell the sweet fragrance of her pussy as she grinned up at me with a naughty expression on her little face.

When we climbed on my bike, Ella pressed her little body against mine. I could feel her hard nipples poking me in the back and I wanted to turn around and shove my fingers into her pussy and lick the taste off my hand. She was so incredible, so sexy, so unaware of her own power.

As I drove through the winding hills, I grabbed one of Ella’s soft, pale hands. She was gripping me for dear life and I had to work to move her arm, but I moved her hand down to my crotch and rubbed it over the giant bulge in my pants. I felt Ella’s body soften against my back and I shuddered as her little fingers rubbed my cock.
God, I want her right now, right fuckin now
, I thought.
Right on the side of the road, right here, where everyone can watch us if they want to
. I knew exactly how I’d do it: I’d force Ella over the bike and yank her jeans down, eat her pussy from behind and then ram my cock in when she was least expecting it. I knew she’d be wet and waiting and I could practically feel the soaked skin of her pussy enveloping my cock. She was so tight, she fit me like a glove. When I was in, I’d dig my fingers into her hair and yank, forcing her to arch her back and grind on my cock. I knew it would be just as good for her—my hand wound be wrapped around her body, mercilessly rubbing her clit until she exploded. When I pulled out after coming, I knew she’d lick me clean of my cum and her juices. Then, we’d kiss and I’d lick the taste out of her mouth. I had a feeling that, together, we tasted absolutely delicious.

Ella moaned and pressed her face into the back of my neck and rubbed her lips on the delicate skin. The sensation was both maddening and arousing and a sharp dart of lust went through my body when I imagined sweet Ella’s lips working their way down my bare chest. I imagined she’d take my cock in her mouth and suck just the first couple of inches—taking all of me would hurt her jaw. She’d have to ease into it. She’d have to wrap her hand around the base of my cock and stroke its girth while easing more inches into her wet, waiting mouth. I could practically feel Ella’s tongue rubbing the sensitive spot on the underside of the head and I groaned out loud. I needed her. I needed her more than any other woman I’d fucked. I’d already forgotten every single one of my past conquests because of Ella. She had a powerful hold on me, and it frightened me, but I wanted to ride it out. See where it took me. See if she was really as dangerous as she seemed.

I knew I couldn’t make it back to Dos Palmos. If Ella wanted me to go all the way back to her apartment, I’d have to take her on the side of the road and fuck her once just to satisfy her temporarily. And as appealing as that idea was, I’d just gotten back from exile. I didn’t exactly love the idea of going to prison. Especially because there would be no Ella there. But there was a motel somewhere along the highway, if I could only find it! It was cheap and anonymous, the kind of place I’d taken thousands of girls. Ella was different, but the motel would do. I just hoped we were close. The longer I drove, the harder I felt. Ella kept her body pressed firmly against mine and occasionally, she’d stroke her fingers over my cock. It was madness, it was torture, and it was killing me.

Finally, I saw the lights of the motel in the distance. I revved the bike into a higher gear and sped up. The wind was whipping at us but I pressed on, a man on a mission, desperate for pussy. Well, not just pussy. Ella’s pussy. The sweetest, juiciest, tightest pussy that I’d ever fucked. I realized that since I’d have her for the whole night, I could fuck her as much as I wanted to. It would be a night for the record books, I decided, and I needed to go as long as I could until she was begging me to stop.

“Where are we?” Ella’s soft voice tickled my ear and a spike of desire grabbed my crotch. “This isn’t home.” She sounded both amused and aroused, and I couldn’t wait to drag her inside. I didn’t even think I’d be able to wait until we were both naked; I just had to get my pants down and then I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“We’re at a motel,” I said in the same sly voice, turning around to face her. “Do you know what people like us do in motels?”

Ella raised her eyebrows. She lifted the helmet off of her head and handed it to me. When our fingers touched, sparks jumped between us. “People sleep in motels,” she said softly. “Sometimes they eat breakfast there, too.”

“We ain’t gonna be eating food,” I said with a nasty grin on my face. Ella colored to the roots of her head and I found myself staring at her chest. The little buds of her nipples were rock hard and pressing against the thin material of her shirt. When our eyes were locked, I reached up and twisted one of her nipples as I leaned down to give her a brief kiss. But Ella slipped her tongue in my mouth and glued her body to mine. By the time we pulled apart from each other, I was pulsing with more lust than ever.

“Wait here,” I said, holding a finger up. “That’s an order.”

Ella nodded. She looked at me with her lips slightly parted and her big brown eyes shining warmly. I knew she was looking forward to our sex in the motel room just as much as I was, and she was practically drooling when she looked at me. As I walked away, I felt her eyes on my back, checking me out. I grinned. I knew that I had a great ass, but having Ella think so too was pretty goddamn nice.

The pimply kid behind the counter wore a lopsided plastic tag that said
Manager
. I snorted.

“I need a room,” I said, dropping some cash on the counter. “Give me a key.”

“Will you be needing luggage services today, sir?” the kid asked in a squeaky voice. I turned around and looked at Ella through the window. She was walking around my bike and staring at me. My cock throbbed with the urge to fuck her. I couldn’t wait anymore.

“No,” I snapped. “Do you need ID?”

The kid shook his head. As he thumbed through the cash I’d handed over, his eyes widened. He handed me a key and I practically bolted out of the office and grabbed Ella’s skinny arm. Dragging her upstairs, I fumbled with the key in the lock until the door pushed open. Ella looked up at me with wide, scared, eyes. I could smell the desire coming off of her in waves. It was like the headiest perfume that I’d ever caught wind of, and I wanted to smell it forever.

Gently, I shoved her inside and followed, locking the door behind us. This was going to be one hell of a wild night. And I couldn’t wait.

Ella

When he’d closed the door behind us and locked the deadbolt, Mickey turned to me with palpable hunger in his eyes.

“Do you have something you want to ask me?” Mickey growled, almost inaudibly.

“Please,” I begged. “Please take me. Please make me yours.” As I spoke, I felt the tingling in my crotch get even more powerful and a warm flush came over my whole body. I suddenly felt too ungainly for my clothes, for my skin, for the room. It was like my soul and my heart were battling inside of my body and distending my shape and my perception of the room itself.

Mickey closed the gap between our bodies. He scooped me up in his powerful, muscular arms and carried me over to the bed, dropping me down softly. He crawled on top of me and covered my mouth with his, sucking out my breath and shoving his tongue between my lips. He tasted like wine and tobacco and musk, and I felt a powerful wave of desire radiate through my limbs.

“Mickey,” I moaned softly. “Please, Mickey. Please take me.”

Mickey growled. He grabbed both of my wrists with one of his hands and shoved them above my head. I wriggled in a weak attempt to free myself but it was no use; Mickey was stronger than I’d ever be. I moaned softly as he trailed his free hand down my chest and ripped my shirt right down the middle. The fabric slid off my breasts and pooled on the bed. Mickey dipped his head to my nipples and began to bite and suck at them. I felt darts of pleasure explode in my breasts and my crotch. The warm, wet feeling of his mouth compared with the bristly stubble of his blond beard stimulated my sensitive skin and I was feeling cramps of pleasure when he took his head away. It occurred to me that if he did that for long enough, I could probably come over and over again. Mickey slid his hand into my jeans and rubbed at my clit through the crotch of my panties. The sensation of amazing pleasure was immediate. I bucked and gasped as Mickey thumbed the swollen nub of flesh. Just as I felt myself about to explode, he pulled away and gazed at me. I lay on the bed, wriggling and moaning, desperate for more of his touch, more of him. All of him.

“Come here,” Mickey said. He beckoned me with a finger and I saw he was walking backwards towards the bathroom. “There’s something I want to do.”

On shaking legs, I got up and walked over towards him. My whole body felt like jelly and my breasts swung in the air-conditioned, dark air of the motel room. The room was quiet all around us and I shivered as Mickey grabbed me by the hair and dragged me the rest of the way into the bathroom. As he pinned me against the sink, I moaned. He had me bent at the waist and stared at our reflection. Mickey ground his crotch against my ass and chuckled.

“We look good together, baby,” Mickey said with a smirk. “Don’t you agree?”

I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a slight whimper. Mickey reached around and fondled my breasts in his rough hands. The feel of his callouses against my tender skin made me shriek and gasp and Mickey rubbed his thumbs in circles over my nipples. It felt so good that before I knew it, I was arching my back and grinding my ass against his hard erection.

Mickey yanked down my jeans without unfastening them. He nudged my leg to get me to step out of them, and then tugged his own pants down. When he pressed his cock against me again, we were only separated by the thin material of my panties. The crotch was soaked and Mickey grabbed the back of the fabric and tugged it between the cheeks of my ass, miming a thong. The pressure against my clit was intense and I howled and blushed as Mickey pulled the wet fabric on my skin. The friction was almost enough to make me come, and I closed my eyes and ground my ass against Mickey’s crotch as hard as I could. Without warning, Mickey ripped the fabric of my panties and tossed the ruined garment to the ground. He grabbed a firm hold of my hips and nudged his cock between my legs. I could feel the juices from my pussy running down the insides of my thighs and I moaned as the tip of Mickey’s cock slid inside my pussy. Groaning, I moved my hips and tried to take as much of him as I could. Mickey grunted and tangled a hand in my hair, slamming against me. When his cock was all the way inside, he stopped for a moment. For a second, we were suspended in eternity, hooked together, locked as one being.

Then, he began to thrust. At first, he moved slowly and surely. I looked in the mirror and watched the beautiful tattooed hunk fuck me from behind. When he caught me watching, he grinned and lifted an arm in the air, making his biceps bulge. It was a silly gesture but it just turned me on even more to see Mickey’s strength. He didn’t even have to show off, but it was enough to make him look sexy even though he was being a goofball.

As Mickey thrust I felt my body swaying back and forth. Mickey had pulled me up on my tiptoes so that I was straining my leg muscles and arching my back. Every time he slammed inside, I felt a burst of pleasure rocketing through my veins. Mickey moaned and yanked my head back so that I was forced to look at him slamming into me. The sight of him sweating and closing his eyes and groaning was the biggest turn-on that I’d ever seen. It was even more powerful than my fantasies about sucking his cock and bringing him to his knees. Knowing that someone like me could put someone like Mickey in such a world of pleasure made me feel like a bona fide sex goddess. I felt a burst of confidence and I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, grinding my hips against Mickey’s for emphasis. Mickey slipped a hand around my waist and started to rub my clit in time with his thrusts, and before long, I was coming harder than ever.

“Mickey!” I screamed loudly as sweat dripped off his forehead and landed in cool drops on my back. “Mickey! I’m coming for you!”

“I’m gonna come, babe,” Mickey grunted. He snarled and dug his fingers into my hips so viciously that I knew I’d have bruises in the morning. As his cock pulsed and spasmed inside the depths of my pussy, I felt his cum gush inside of me.

We stayed locked together like that for a moment, until Mickey pulled himself away and wiped the sweat off his brow with one hand. He grinned at me before reaching down and scooping me up. Mickey tossed me over his shoulder and carried me back towards the bed. My heart was pounding against my chest and I felt my skin sticky with sweat, but there was nothing more I wanted than to curl up with him.

As he tucked me under the sheets, Mickey wiped my damp brown hair away from my brow.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered softly, leaning in to kiss me. The kiss deepened and  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in close. I slipped my tongue between Mickey’s rough lips and caressed his tongue with mine. Mickey groaned softly. He slipped into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his sweaty body. I groaned as Mickey slid his hands down my bare back, trailing his nails on my skin. The sensation was both pleasurable and ticklish and I wriggled against his body. His bare chest rubbed my nipples and caused them to stiffen and stand on end. I groaned softly. I was completely overstimulated, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted him more than ever. As Mickey pulled me closer, I shivered and wrapped my legs around his big waist. Mickey’s soft cock was hardening between my legs and I felt it poking at the meeting of my labia. Shivering, I shoved my pelvis against him until he entered me. I was still wet from before and Mickey grabbed a hold of my ass and hauled me all the way onto his cock until we were fucking on our sides. With a grunt, he grabbed my arm and tugged me on top of his chest.

“Ride me, Ella,” Mickey grunted. He grinned at me, showing his perfect white teeth. “I need to feel you fuck me until you come.”

Nodding slowly, I began to roll my hips on Mickey’s cock. Every time I undulated my body, spirals of pleasure started in my lower belly and continued all the way up to my chest. Mickey reached up and lazily toyed with my nipples as I slowly humped him, making me squeal and cry out with pleasure. I loved the little bursts of physical pain that I got during sex with him, they seemed to make the pleasure feel all the better.

Mickey closed his eyes and arched his back. I watched the cords pop out of his thick neck and shivered—compared to him, I felt like a rag doll. Mickey rolled his hips to meet mine and groaned when the tip of his cock rammed against my cervix. I let out a long, low moan as pleasure filled my body. Even though I’d come powerfully a few minutes ago, I could already feel the tension coming back to my lower belly. As I rode Mickey, my clit rubbed against his muscular lower belly and I felt my second orgasm build and build. Mickey drug his nails down my bare chest and I shrieked. The shock of the pleasure was enough to make me cry out and I threw my head back and let out a long gasp. Orgasm shook my body until I felt tears in my eyes. Without any warning, Mickey grabbed my arms and rolled me over until I was on back. He stayed inside of me the whole time, and pulled my ankles up and hooked them over his shoulders, thrusting in deeper than ever. I felt like he was going to rip in two but it was pleasurable, and the waves of my orgasm were still cascading through my body. Mickey leaned down and suckled my earlobe until I whimpered and moaned, shifting my body underneath his. He started slamming into me as hard as ever until I felt his hips buck and shake with the force of his own orgasm. Mickey howled and buried his hot, sweaty face in my neck. As he came, the bed shook with the force of our bodies.

“You’re wild,” Mickey said. He flopped over on his back and fanned his face, miming exhaustion. “I haven’t ridden like that since I rented a horse at the Grand Canyon.”

I laughed out loud. “You’re ridiculous,” I told him. “I’m a lot more fun than a horse,” I added with a coy smile.

Mickey smirked. “You are,” he agreed.

The moment turned more intense and I felt the smile slowly fading from my face. For a few seconds, I forgot about our surroundings. I forgot that we were in a sleazy motel that probably hadn’t had a good washing in a few years. I forgot that we were off the coastal highway, miles from Dos Palmos. I forgot about everything except for the fact that we were together.

I must have dozed off because the next time I looked at Mickey, it was fully dark outside. Moonlight was streaming in through the window, and he was sitting on the bed staring at me. I jolted awake and blinked. My crotch was throbbing—I wondered if I’d been dreaming about fucking Mickey again.

“You’re gorgeous when you sleep,” Mickey said. A hint of a smile played on his broad pale lips. “I like watching you.”

I blushed. “You made me a little tired,” I said honestly. “How are you feeling?”

“I think I’m gonna take a shower,” Mickey said. He stood up and stretched. I watched as his naked, sculpted body walked across the room and into the bathroom. The bathroom was even dingier than the bedroom, but Mickey’s reflection looked amazing. He even looked good in the shitty fluorescent lighting. When I looked down at my own skin, I frowned. It was like I had jaundice.

I heard the water come on with a hot gush. Mickey groaned and I heard him step into the shower and yank the flimsy curtain along the rod. As the water pressure evened out, I heard him start to sing. I giggled. Mickey Jameson did
not
seem like the kind of guy who would sing in the shower.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I felt a grin work its way onto my face and I slipped out of bed and padded into the bathroom. Mickey hadn’t heard me come in—he was still singing—and the shower curtain was opaque. I yanked the shower curtain back and grinned at him. Mickey turned around. His body was wet and soapy and my mouth went dry when I saw the outline of his chiseled abs covered in suds. My heart started pounding faster against the walls of my chest and I tried not to blush as Mickey raised an eyebrow. I’d meant to surprise him, but seeing him naked and soapy had caught me off guard!

Mickey grinned. “Wanna hop in? The water’s good.”

I giggled and stepped into the tub. Mickey was so big that he took up most of the cheap motel shower, but the warm water felt good against my tired, sticky skin. We traded places and Mickey soaped my hair under the spray of hot water. I moaned as water dripped down my back and between the cheeks of my ass. Between my legs, I was still a sticky mess. As Mickey shampooed my hair with one hand, he slipped the other between my legs and began to flick at my clit with his fingers. I felt so sore that it almost hurt, but the pleasure returned in the blink of an eye and I moaned and bucked against his hand. Mickey grinned and increased the speed of his ministrations to my sensitive clit. I jerked my hips and Mickey pulled his hand away. He wrapped it around my waist and pulled me close, out of the spray of the water. Before I knew it, Mickey had picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the cold tile wall and I felt a chill through my whole body. The cool chill of the tile felt amazing, especially next to the contrast of the hot water and Mickey’s warm, rough skin. As he shoved his hips against mine, I felt that his cock was already fully erect. He slipped it between the folds of my labia and gently entered my pussy. I’d tightened up and he felt so amazing I couldn’t help but cry out.