Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

The clients came and they went. They used, and they paid, but this man needed her in a different way than just sexually. She didn’t know how or why she knew that exactly, but she sensed it somehow.

She didn’t realize he’d pushed her down on the bed until she felt the mattress touch her back. Letting her nipple go, he kissed the tips of each of her breasts. The beauty of his mouth suddenly became lost as he danced his lips with featherlight caresses across her chest and up along her shoulder blades.

Then he came over her. He didn’t touch her, didn’t lay on her, just kept kissing her flesh, but she sensed he wanted more than to kiss her body. They had just started, and she already knew he wanted to break her rule. No kissing on the mouth.

“Logan,” she warned as his mouth touched a flaming lash of heat alongside her chin.

“You said not on your mouth,” he whispered. He kissed his way to her right earlobe. Sucking it into his hot mouth, she gasped as tidal waves of sensations hit. He bit her lobe, then laved her flesh with his wicked tongue.

Oh, shoot, now she wished she didn’t have that no kissing on the mouth rule. She parted her lips and inhaled at the incredible sensations zipping through her as he licked a fiery line down along her neck. Then suddenly, he cursed softly and without warning, angled his head over her face and kissed her full on the mouth.

Bastard! She thought numbly as his lips melted over hers, bringing her into a heady world of sensations. Vaguely, she realized if she wanted to, she could break the kiss. She could push him away. But dammit, she didn’t want to.

She shuddered as he swept aside the bottom half of her negligee and his hard cock pushed into the opening of her panty and against her clit, giving the promise of pleasure, but then he moved his cock away again, leaving her frustrated.

“I like submission,” he whispered as he broke the kiss, and her pussy clenched at his comment.

Wrapping his hands around her wrists, he brought her back up into a seated position.

“I want you on the floor on your knees,” he said.

Her senses whirled at his command. He helped her to her feet, and she swallowed and shivered. Trembled, not with repulsion as she always did with the others, but with this odd sense of curiosity. She became more aware of him now. Noticed the scent of the soap he’d washed with. The whiff of the prairies. Of him. Spicy and fierce and needy.

The air grew heavy around her, and she got into position on her knees in front of him. Reaching out, she slid her hands onto his hips, feeling a bunch of muscles as his flesh met her palms. She slid her hands to his backside and cupped his hard ass.

He was breathing rapidly, and to her amazement, exhilaration lashed her at the thought of having his large cock in her mouth. Need thundered through her. A need to please. To be pleased.

She moved her head toward him. Toward his cock. His cockhead was plum-shaped and appeared flushed red. The skin felt so smooth as he pressed against her lips.

“Take me in as far as you can go,” he ordered. “Nod when that happens.”

She parted her lips and he sunk in, his hard flesh sliding over her tongue, his guttural groan saying he liked the feel of her mouth wrapped around his flesh. To her amazement, he stretched her lips like no other man had before. Stretched until her lips felt bruised and her body tense with awareness.

She nodded her head, and he wrapped his hand around his shaft, preventing himself from going in further. His other hand slid into her hair, and he clenched the back of her head, holding her there. She tried to tighten her lips around his hot, pulsing flesh, but he was just so unbelievably big and hard. He pulled himself out, and her tongue dashed against the heavy veins beneath his cock as he left. He plunged into her mouth again, and she hollowed out her cheeks, giving him a nice big suck.

He groaned. Held her head tighter, obviously enjoying her sucking. Surprise slashed through her as she realized she loved his hot, strong flesh thrusting out and back into her mouth. She slurped on his shaft, stroked him with her tongue. Looked up and watched the enjoyment flash across his face, saw his eyes close and his lips part as he panted.

His cock jerked violently in her mouth. He kept thrusting and she caressed his thick flesh with her mouth, loving the wondrous throbbing deep inside her pussy.

“I’m coming,” he warned. His hands tightened against her head, and he fucked her mouth faster, more desperately. He groaned and his hips jerked against her as he thrust deeper.

She struggled to take more of him. He pounded into her. Again and again, until she was whimpering as she imagined how strong and powerful his thrusts would be when he took her vaginally. In one swift jerk, warm semen pulsed into her throat. It tasted thick, and she swallowed quickly and sucked his cock. Milked him until he was moaning. Then he pulled free, and Teyla warmed as she noticed his cock was still hard and he was breathing in raspy gasps.

“Up on the bed,” he panted. “On your back. Knees up and spread.”

Her heartbeat swept into wicked fast mode at his instruction. He grabbed her wrist and brought her to her feet. She made a move to get out of her negligee, but he shook his head.

“Not now,” he whispered. To her surprise, he leaned in for another kiss. Sensations rocked her as their lips melted together, and she realized she’d forgotten to slap him again. He broke this kiss and nodded to the bed.

“In the position,” he ordered.

She licked her lips, tasted his semen, and lay down on the bed near the middle. Lifting her knees, she saw her breasts jiggle as he climbed up at the foot of her bed. Between her legs, she watched him climb toward her.

He’d removed his shirt, and his naked body was bronzed in places that really shouldn’t be tan. It appeared he sunbathed in the nude. The thought vanished when he lowered his head, and the vibrant need rushed to be fucked flared through her as his hot breath blasted like a furnace against the opening in her panty.

Heat and moisture swirled between her thighs. God, she knew she shouldn’t be wanting this so badly, but she did. She shouldn’t be opening her legs with such ease, without feeling the least bit hesitant or embarrassed, like she usually did. Her belly clenched as his face nuzzled between her thighs.

She moaned as something hot and moist touched her clit. A finger? She wondered. No, his tongue.

He licked her clit. Up and down with firm, unrelenting pressure until waves of exquisite pleasure pulsed and she dug her hands tighter around the comforter as he continued lashing her tortured clit. Beneath his face, she writhed and gyrated and dug her heels into the mattress.

Hot, sticky moisture seeped from her pussy, and Teyla gasped, her eyes widened with wonder as he thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy. His fingers were exceedingly long and felt so good as he continued to work her clit with his tongue and use his fingers to thrust into her like a miniature cock. He sucked and she cried out as his teeth nipped her clit sharply, then his tongue smoothed the hurt, bringing lashes of pleasure through her core.

She groaned as he grabbed her by the hips and brought her pussy closer into his face. Every nerve ending inside her throbbed. She jerked, cried out as a third finger slid into her. The penetration stretched her in such a good way, she bucked as shudders of arousal slammed into her.

She was about to come. Hard.

He gripped her so firmly she cried out in both fear and wonder as the magnificent orgasm began to take hold. But he let go of her pussy, and disappointment and desperation made her reach out and grab him by the shoulders, trying to bring him closer again.

He shook his head. “Condoms, baby, condoms,” he gasped, and she let him go, wanting him inside her. Needing him.

Her pussy was on fire, and she thought about bringing herself off. But the tearing of plastic and foil had her touching her nipples. They were nice and tender from his mouth, and her breasts felt firm beneath her palms. She yelped as the mattress moved and he climbed back over the foot of the bed.

Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her down until her ass almost hung off the edge. She swallowed tightly as he moved between her thighs. He came up and over her, his thick cock reaching toward his belly.

His thighs widened hers as he came down. His hard gaze pinned her to the mattress. Strong muscles bunched in his arms as he angled his body over hers. She struggled to make sense at how intoxicating his look made her feel. His face appeared so taut, his eyes so dark with intense need, she instinctively knew he hadn’t been with a woman in some time. At that thought, hunger raged through her. An unfamiliar need she hadn’t experienced before shot so deep into her, she moaned at its intensity.

Then she trembled as his thick, bulging cockhead nudged against her vaginal opening. He entered her swiftly and without mercy, her muscles stretching wildly as he impaled her. He filled her to perfection, his size reaching an area deep inside of her. An unexplored area that always wept with need when a man fucked her.

With this guy, there was no disappointment. Only awe as he withdrew and thrust into her again. Once. Twice. Three times. She unraveled, jerked violently as the orgasm exploded through her.

His mouth melted over hers, catching her cries. His heated shaft slammed into her over and over. His pubic bone stroking her clit just right. She rolled from one climax right into another one. He continued to thrust and kiss her. The only noises were that of his flesh slapping against hers and their erotic moans. Oh, she did love the sounds of their union mingling through the air.

She rode with him. Rode the waves and then finally she heard him whisper he was coming. His body went rigid and he shuddered, the condom filling with his warm semen. She felt him come up partway and shift into his own world of bliss. Afterwards, in the drowsy postcoital mode, her pussy spasms slowed and he withdrew.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him as he carefully removed the condom and tied it off, then he tossed it into the wastebasket she kept nearby for such purposes. The afterglow weakness of sex tugged at her body, and she felt fantastic. She wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but he climbed onto the bed, bringing her up beside him. To her surprise, he spooned against her backside and curled his arms around her, holding her against his hard body.

The thick knot of his cock pushed against the crack in her ass as he held her. For a long time, she hoped he would slip his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t, and yes, she felt disappointed as his breathing slowed. She thought he’d fallen asleep, he’d been quiet for so long, but then his deep voice cracked through the air, his question shattering the comfortable silence.

“Where were you when
it
happened?”

She knew he was talking about the Catastrophe. She wondered why he would ask such a question at a time like this. Maybe he was trying to find out a connection they shared? Heck, everybody who survived shared the same connections. Losing their loved ones, the shift in the weather, the fear of city-dwelling cannibals and apparent poverty. Or maybe it was just small talk on his part?

Whatever his reason, The Catastrophe, as everyone called it, was something she tried really hard not to think about. It was still very painful. Yet, Logan’s question brought it all back in vivid detail, and suddenly she ached to tell him.

She needed to tell someone who seemed to care at least a little about her. Maybe because he was the first guy who actually thought about her pleasure instead of just his own. Maybe that’s why she sensed he cared. Or maybe it was because he was her first client that she didn’t have to fake an orgasm with?

“The day started just like any other,” she began. “The sun was shining brightly…”

Excitement pummeled Teyla as she drove out of the town’s only mall parking lot with the truck cab full of two weeks groceries and the early pregnancy test kit sitting in the paper bag right beside her on the seat. Glancing at herself in the rear-view mirror, she couldn’t help but smile at her flushed pink cheeks or her windblown, shoulder-length wavy brown hair. Not one for wearing makeup, she looked a mess, but at the moment, she didn’t care because she just might be pregnant. For real.

When she’d stepped out of the farmhouse this morning, that same weird, nauseous kind of feeling was anchored in the pit of her stomach. She’d been feeling a bit sick intermittently over the past week. At first, she thought she had a touch of the flu, but then she’d had a lightbulb moment. Morning sickness?