Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Gosh, he really did look hot!

He seemed genuinely glad to see her.

“Great coffee,” he said as he poured some into another mug he had sitting near him on the table. Her gaze latched onto his long fingers, and she shivered as she remembered how intensely he thrust them into her vagina.

“Come, stand over here,” he said. She noticed his look suddenly seemed glazed with heat. Trembling with an odd sense of anticipation, she went to him. She swallowed as he reached out and pulled on her robe sash. It fell open.

“You won’t need this,” he whispered and slipped the robe off her shoulders. He let it drop with a whisper.

“Or this.” He began unbuttoning those dainty buttons on her negligee. His fingers fumbled from not being used to such a delicate task. Despite that, he did it in record time. He lowered the negligee over her shoulders, past her elbows, and cool air touched her breasts as they spilled free for him to see.

He inhaled softly as he studied them. They felt so unbelievably heavy, and she ached for him to touch her.

“I guess you figured out I’m a breast man.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Oh, her cheeks were warming up again as he stared at her breasts. She noticed there was a breathless tone to her voice, too. A throaty tone she’d never heard before, let alone had known existed.

“Yeah. Yours are perfect.”

His grin widened and spirals of something unnamable shot through her. His gaze made her feel jittery and feverish at the same time. In a good way.

“Why no guy has taken you for himself is just unbelievable,” he burst out and just kept staring.

Her brain told her not to get sucked in by his kind words. Clients said all kinds of things in the heat of action. In most cases, they were fantasizing about a woman in their own life. Women who had died in their own lives, or women they couldn’t have, or girlfriends who didn’t want to do anal or oral or wouldn’t put out when they wanted.

She knew she was second choice. Didn’t have a problem with that. At least not until now.

She wondered who Logan was fantasizing about as he gazed at her breasts. Wondered who he envisioned he was touching as he reached out both his hands and feather-brushed her nipples until they grew so hard, she almost had to clench her teeth from the agony of wanting them in his mouth. She inhaled with the delightful sensations, the erotic thoughts. Her heart hammered as he pushed back his chair and stood, his fingers leaving her nipples.

He gripped her chin with his hand and tilted her head upward. She knew she was reading way too much into the awesome quiver rippling through her as she saw the sparkle of appreciation shining in his dark eyes. Despite trying not to melt against him, she couldn’t help but do just that. She pushed her lower half against his torso, feeling the magnificent bulge of his cock press against her panty, the only thing she was left wearing.

In response, he gyrated his hips against her, the hard knot of his erection pressing firmly against her lower abdomen. She moaned softly at the surprisingly beautiful feelings zipping through her and moaned again as he lowered his mouth upon hers. Before his lips touched hers, she smelled coffee and then tasted it as his mouth powered over hers, making her legs go weak and all her nerve endings stand to attention. Gosh, the man knew how to kiss. His lips were firm and demanding, encouraging every inch of her to become aware of him. She gasped as a flare of need snapped through her pussy. Before she could stop herself from physically and emotionally falling into the sensual abyss of pleasure, she was already curling her arms around his neck and pushing wantonly against him.

His lips demanded and took her breath away, made her mindless. His sexy scent filled her nostrils, teasing her senses and snapping a wild fire deep inside her pussy. When he forced his way past her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, exquisite shivers rushed through her, all the way down to her toes.

His tongue twisted with hers. Touched. Mated. Worked dark magic as his lips made love to her mouth, leaving her dazed and overwhelmed with erotic sensations. Abruptly, he broke the kiss, and she cried out when her feet suddenly left the floor and he was lifting her by her waist, placing her ass-first onto the kitchen table. Sliding his warm hands between her knees, he opened her legs to him. She moaned as a finger slid into the opening of her panty and into her wet vagina. The onslaught of sensations from his penetration made her wonderfully off-balance. She reached out and grabbed hold of a solid pair of shoulders.

“Say my name,” he whispered as she panted.

“Logan,” she breathed, loving the way his name rolled out of her mouth. Loving the intense way he studied her and the erotic way he withdrew his finger and thrust two into her pussy, this time with his knuckles massaging her clit as he slipped in, making want pound through every inch of her.

“Again,” he commanded in a thick voice.

“Logan.”

Her slick vagina clenched around his finger. She loved being impaled in this way, enjoyed the sensations exploding inside her every time he entered.

He kept pumping, this time with three fingers, and leaned over, his head dipping, his succulent mouth latching onto her left nipple. Teeth tormented her tender bud as his fingers seduced her pussy. She gasped as an orgasm began to build. Closed her eyes to allow the climax to embrace her.

As if sensing she was nearing her climax, he let go of her nipple, withdrew his fingers. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her off the table, her knees almost buckling as she stood in front of him.

The sound of foil crinkling had her looking down as he ripped open a package. From the corner of her eye, she noticed on the table, beside his coffee mug, several condoms that he must have slipped out of the package in her room. She also saw the feed bag and money peeking out. She hadn’t noticed them when she’d come in. Why hadn’t she noticed? Because she’d been fixated on him, that’s why. He seemed to be a magnet to her. A wicked distraction. A welcome change.

Hunger raced through her as drew her attention downward again and watched him roll on the condom. His cock appeared flushed and swollen and
very
erect.

Oh, baby, come on, give it to me. Just like before.
This time, she didn’t even try to chastise herself for wanting him or curse herself for allowing him to kiss her again.

Gosh, was she desperate for sex or was she desperate? She whimpered as he suddenly dropped to his knees before her. Staring down at him, she watched him slip his fingers beneath the waistband of her panty and slide the flimsy piece of material over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them, and he tossed it beneath the kitchen table. He pressed his palms between her thighs, widening her legs some more.

“I noticed food is scarce around here,” he commented as he suddenly looked up at her, his eyes laden with lust.

She nodded numbly, unable to grasp why he was talking about food when they both so obviously needed sex.

“I have something you’ll like out in my satchel in the barn. I’m hungry, but I’m hungrier for you.”

Oh, God.

She inhaled sharply as he licked his lips and lowered his head to between her thighs. Yelped as his tongue slid between her pussy lips, and he lapped at her ultrasensitive clit.

“I couldn’t get enough of smelling you earlier. Need to taste you again,” he said as he drew away and then went in with his head again.

She undulated as he licked her pussy again, his powerful tongue turning into an erotic whip as he lashed her clit. Exquisite pleasure rushed through her. He held her hips tightly so she could barely move and literally ate her vagina. The heat of his lips fused over her pussy and he sucked so hard she instantly exploded.

Shuddering waves ripped her apart. He devoured her. Tormented her. She fought to breathe as emotions and pleasure shot through her like a wanton tornado.

“Perfect,” he gasped as he let go of her. He rose quickly, got into position in front of her, and she whimpered as his thick cockhead pressed between her labia folds. Clutching his biceps, she clenched her teeth as he worked his thick cock into her. Oh, God, had he been this big last time? Unbelievable pressure pillaged her as her vagina muscles stretched and gave way, accepting the huge intruder. He withdrew, and as he thrust into her again, he took her mouth in another plundering kiss that rocked her to her very core.

He stroked his cock into her, entering her with long thrusts that were strong and pushed her toward a climax. He was so big inside her. She could feel every inch of him now, where their first time had been so frenzied and quick she’d just let the sensations whip through her. Now, he was taking his time, making sure she was feeling him. Feeling the heady kiss and the long, torturously slow thrusts.

He began to pump harder, and she knew he must be feeling the power steamrolling toward them. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching the desperate thrusts of his cock.

And then Teyla was there. Ecstasy. It burst through her with a white-hot lightning speed. Her thoughts melted and she became one with him, their bodies fusing.

He swept her soul away, stripped her emotions bare with his driving strokes, and when it was finally over, the spasms in her vagina ebbed away as they held onto each other. She listened to his heavy breathing, committed the sound to her memory, knowing she wanted to keep all the intimate details of him in her mind so she could unbury them after he was gone. Unbury them during the long, cold nights she spent alone.

“I’m going out to the barn to get some food,” he said as he finally pulled out of her. She watched him tie off the condom and toss it into the wastebasket she kept in her kitchen.

“Get dressed. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he ordered.

She made a move to bend over and retrieve the negligee, but he stopped her.

“There is another package in there.” He nodded to a saddlebag slung over the back seat of another chair.

“Put what’s in there on. Leave the robe off.”

She nodded and numbly watched him stroll to the side door, where he slid his big bare feet into his boots. Grabbing a sweater he’d left on the hook, he swept it over his glistening tanned body and then donned his leather jacket.

Without a backward glance, he opened the door and then the screen door. Stepping outside, he shut the door behind him. The sound of it felt like a door closing on her heart. Sadly, reality rushed in, and bitter tears swept into her eyes.

For a moment, he’d made her feel. Made her remember what it felt like to be loved again.

Dammit! Why had she allowed him to kiss her? To allow him into her heart so easily? She was an object to him. Nothing more. What had she expected him to do, anyway? Look back at her and say “See you later, my love?” Or, “I’ll miss you while I’m gone?”

God, she was so pathetic. Why was she reacting so emotionally? What in the world had she gotten into with this guy?

* * * *

Stepping onto the porch, Logan moved quickly, avoiding the miniscule buttery glow of lamplight splashing from the kitchen windows. Settling in the shadows, he waited several minutes, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Skimming the dark prairie horizon, he checked for any kind of movement and saw nothing. No one but he and that lady doctor knew he was here. His partners would find out tonight or in the morning when they visited her, and he’d instructed her to send them over tomorrow.

The doctor had been recommended by others in the gang he rode with. They said she was a woman known for treating injuries and not asking questions. Obviously, she took her Hippocratic Oath seriously and treated everyone the same. They said she was trustworthy.

Despite their reassurances, he couldn’t shed the wariness of the hunted. He’d lived this way for a couple of years now, and his instincts of being careful and alert had kept him alive. After meeting her his instincts also confirmed that Dr. Liz could be trusted. Nonetheless, it didn’t hurt to be careful. He’d just stay here in the shadows for a couple more minutes, keeping an eye out.