Ride Me Away (2 page)

His fingers moved slower now, making me savor every last moment of his touch.

The bed depressed further as he shifted his weight until I could feel his hot breath on my ear.

“You’re leaving me again,” he whispered. “You’re forgetting who you belong to.”

His hand jumped lower, moving swiftly across my wet pussy as he spread the lips of my cunt. Without any hesitation, he filled me with two fingers, driving them as deep as he could into my dripping hole.

He clenched his grip, asserting his control over me. I let out another moan, letting him know exactly how much I needed this.

Then they disappeared from my cunt just as quickly as they got there.

“Taste yourself, you filthy whore,” he commanded as he touched my lower lip.

He traced my mouth with his fingertips, teasing my tongue as it followed after. They ran around my lips twice before he put them in to give me the full taste of my sweet juices.

“You’re such a dirty little girl.”

Once again, the bed under me moved as he shifted his weight and removed his fingers. Seconds later, his warm cock was pressing against my lips, forcing its way into my mouth.

I opened up and took him in as his salty pre-cum mixed with the taste of my pussy still lingering on my tongue.

“Suck me.”

I tried to reposition myself as best I could, but with my hands bound to either side of the bed, I only had enough wiggle room to tilt slightly to my side. As I bobbed my head back and forth, I could hear his groans of pleasure coming from above me.

He ran his hands through my hair as I continued to make him moan. My pussy was getting more and more needy, and I couldn’t wait for him to fill me with his beautiful cock.

I pulled away from him.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded.

“Earn it, bitch,” he replied.

More desperate than before, I took him in again, this time with more desire and passion. I rocked my head back and forth as rapidly as I could, swirling my tongue around his tip with each stroke of my lips.

His groans became more and more intense before he finally pulled himself away.

I laid back as his weight left the bed completely, still unable to see anything.

He crawled back on at my feet and I could feel his tongue flicking along the insides of my calves, my knees, and my thighs, all the way up to my cunt. My muscles clenched involuntarily as he got closer and closer, but he passed right by my pussy and kept kissing my body, making his way up my stomach toward my tits.

He took one nipple into his soft lips and sucked on it.

I could feel his cock pressing up against my leg, the hard rod throbbing gently in time with his heartbeat.

He continued upward, kissing my neck as his cock pressed against my entrance. Shivers ran down my body from my neck as he tantalized my flesh with his lips and tongue.

Then, with a mighty thrust, he drove into me, letting out an animalistic groan.

I gasped in joy and shock. I hadn’t expected to be filled so quickly and forcefully.

He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders and pinned me down with his weight as he began thrusting, his hips pounding away at my body as he fucked me.

Soft, plaintive whimpers escaped from me as Taylor forced the air from my lungs with each hungry thrust.

His pace increased and his groans turned more laborious. Each thrust was harder and stronger, his cock driving into me with no desire but for him to achieve his own satisfaction. I could tell it was coming; he was close.

Then he pulled his cock out of me, and I could hear the rapid movements of his hand sliding up and down his wet shaft. A moment later, stream after stream of his delicious white cum came shooting down over my stomach and breasts.

He coated me with his warmth, grunting in pleasure before finally becoming silent once more.

The next thing I heard was the sound of his clothes as he got dressed again. He uncuffed me and left me there, wet and used—just how I liked it. The bedroom was the only place I could let this side of me show.

I could still remember the first time I moved away for a job. The butterflies had fluttered wildly in my stomach and I’d worried so much I was sure I’d given myself a few premature gray hairs. I had no idea what I was getting into that first time.

I’d come a long way since then, though. Now, it was just like any other job I’d ever had. I was calm as I handed my ticket to the woman who would check me in.

Soon, I’d be on my way to LA to start a new life as an “actress.” I was an actor in more than one sense of the word, so it only seemed like the perfect fit for my fake life.

As soon as the plane landed at my final destination, it was on. I was no longer Annabelle. I was Kim, the devious actress who was probably going to end up waiting tables somewhere.

The only part I hated about this job was the places they gave us to stay sometimes. You had to play the part; I couldn’t always be living in a house most people would call nice. But that all depended on the job at hand.

I was reasonably lucky this time. There was a decent, eight-story apartment not too far from the area of town the suspects usually hung out in. It was the only tall building in the area and the old concrete walls were beginning to show signs of aging. They got me a room on the sixth floor overlooking a lush park with a nice little pond in the middle.

The first couple weeks on a job were usually pretty laid back. I’d unpack my things, check out the local setting, and try to make friends with some people I felt could be important on my quest.

Local bars were usually my go-to place. I knew I was an attractive woman, and that made it so much easier to claw information out of unsuspecting men.

I had noticed a club not too far from my apartment on my way there from the airport. Club X. I decided that would be my first stop to get to know some of the bartenders, and since we were prohibited from sleeping with any suspects, I’d need to find a new fuck buddy, especially if I was going to be here a while.

That night, I put on some torn jeans and a low-cut shirt before heading out. I usually liked to keep things fairly normal on my first outing. I needed to get a feel for the crowd before I truly decided what type of person “Kim” would be.

I could see the beautiful cityscape off in the distance as I made my way under the streetlights. It was surprisingly beautiful and not at all expected. The streets were fairly well-lit, but I definitely got the feeling that this wasn’t the type of place a normal young girl should walk alone at night.

The club was adorned with large brass doors that had decorative vines embossed into the metal. They were going for the upper-class look, for sure. I grabbed hold of one of the large, vertical handlebars and pushed to let myself in.

Smooth jazz filled the inside as the mixture of blue and purple lights danced around. Only the tables and counters were lit, albeit dimly. The rest of the area was only influenced by their glow.

I continued walking further into the club, past a couple of obvious high rollers laughing in their suit jackets, and headed toward the bar. This definitely wasn’t the type of place to find bikers, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be full of information.

The stool closest to the door would be my home for tonight. With the crowd very thin, I would have the attention of the bartender.

I took my seat and he came over to me right away.

“What can I get for ya?” he asked in his deep voice. He was dressed well in a black button-up shirt and appeared to be in his mid-thirties. His dark hair glowed as he leaned over the counter toward me.

“What’s on tap?” I replied.

“Stella, Heineken, Bud—”

“Stella’s good,” I said before he could finish his spiel.

“Stella it is!”

He grabbed a glass with his right hand and spun it up in the air before catching it and tipping it under the tap. I checked his hands, and neither of them had any rings on them.

Meet candidate number 1.

“I didn’t realize I was getting a show tonight too,” I said with a shy laugh.

“Things get boring around here sometimes,” he said with a smile. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“You know all of your customers?”

“Yeah, pretty much. It’s usually just the same people who keep coming back because they have nowhere better to go.”

“Like everywhere else.”

“Exactly,” he said as he set my beer down in front of me. “If you need anything, just wave me over.”

“All right.”

I picked up my glass and took a sip. He went back to what he was doing before I showed up, rifling through something underneath the counter.

The bar was quiet, other than the three men who were constantly laughing over the smooth jazz.

I decided to wave the bartender over again when he looked up. Time was wasting.

“I just moved in around here,” I said. “Is there anything I should know about the area?”

“Like what?”

“I got a weird vibe walking over here. How safe is it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t really recommend a pretty young lady like yourself walk around alone at night.”

“All right, I’ll keep that in mind. Anything else?”

“Well, the usual. Avoid the gang colors, stay away from the wrong people, lay low, and you’ll be fine.”

“The wrong people?”

“You ask a lot of questions, don’t yah?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. I enjoyed seeing how far I could push things before people would push back. “I come from a small town and I’ve heard a lot of horror stories about bigger cities.”

“Well, in that case, the biggest problems we have here are individuals. There aren’t too many groups in this neighborhood that are worth mentioning. A lot of people are scared of the Satan’s Saviors, but I’ve never had a problem with them.”

Good information.

“That’s good to hear,” I replied.

I took another sip of my beer as he pulled his already rolled up sleeves further up his arm, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the bottom of a tattoo on his bicep.

“You have a tattoo?” I asked him.

“Huh? Oh, that?” he said as he looked down at his arm, pulling at the sleeve a bit to reveal the bottom of it again.

“Yeah… can I see it?”

“I’d have to take off my shirt,” he laughed. “My muscles are too big for these sleeves to go any higher.”

He then crouched down slightly and flexed, stretching the fabric of his shirt. I assumed he was trying to impress me, but I found it more cute and endearing than anything else.

“I don’t mind,” I said as I looked him directly in the eyes and leaned over the counter a bit more. “And I’m sure they don’t mind, either.” I motioned with a nod to the other men behind me.

I could see him looking around, the cogs in his head slowly turning. Clearly he didn’t expect me to call him out on it.

“I dunno, it’s not very professional,” he said as he averted eye contact.

“Chicken.”

His gaze darted back to mine. “Fine. But first you have to tell me your name.”

“Kim.”

I watched intently as he began unbuttoning his shirt. This was almost too easy, but I’d been eager to see the rest of him ever since he poured my beer with those strong forearms.

Slowly, he revealed his well-defined pecs, then his toned abs. As he pulled off his shirt to reveal one shoulder at a time, I began noticing my heightening arousal. If there was one thing on a man that got me going, it was a good, strong set of shoulders.

He turned to the side with his shirt still halfway on and flexed again as he showed me his tattoo. This time, he was more natural about it.

The tattoo was of a simple dragon circling his bicep. Its tail was firmly lodged between its jaws.

“What’s it mean?” I asked.

“I have no idea. I was young and stupid when I got it.”

“Put your shirt back on, dumbass!” I heard a man yell from the doorway behind me.

“Shit, I knew he’d be here soon.”

“Your boss?”

“Yeah, he comes in around this time and takes over. You’re going to get me fired, and I only just met you,” he said with a smirk as he buttoned his shirt back up.

“So you’re leaving then?”

“Not yet. Soon.”