Strings (14 page)

“
I’d finish my girl off
and come out to find you.”

Grr…“We’re not having sex again until you
promise you’ll use condoms with the other chicks you fuck.”

He holds up his right hand. “If I fuck
another woman, I swear I’ll wear a condom.”

Then I remember he’s adventurous. “Or
another guy.”

He shakes his head. “Or another guy. Can we
get on with it now?”

So, he doesn’t deny he might fuck another
guy. Intrigue beats some of my anger into submission.

I close the gap between us. My hands skate
up to his leather-covered shoulders. “Where’d your groupie go?”
Vapor swirls between us in the cold.

“
I gave her to Rax and
Toombs.”

“
Why?”

“
Not my type.”

I refuse to read anything
into his answer, but I utter a silent
Huzzah!
“Why didn’t you tell anyone
it was your birthday the other day?” Not sure why it bugs me that
he celebrated his special day much the same as I did mine: without
fanfare.

He grasps my open coattails and tugs me
close enough to feel the rigid dick straining beneath his jeans.
His green eyes spark in the shadows. An onslaught of quim quivers
seizes me.

“
Because I don’t want to
be treated differently from anyone else,” he says.

Huh. I figured Daddy’s boy would expect the
world to bow down and worship him and his gold on his birthday.
Maybe it’s a macho guy thing not to make a big deal over
birthdays.

“
Are we gonna talk all
night?” he asks.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Ah, no.
We can absolutely get to the fucking now.”

Grinning, I unbutton and unzip his jeans. No
underwear to prevent his monster trouser snake from rearing its
head to strike. I lick my lips and then drag them over the head of
his cock while staring up at him. His eye contact assures me he’s
with me and not someone else, like that groupie who was all over
him. I savor it.

Teasing, sucking, tasting, I take him deep.
He grabs my head and fucks my hungry mouth. The fluid beading at
the tip of his cock kisses the back of my throat. I provide a
little hint of teeth every few strokes to let him know I’m in
charge. He defies me by pulling out and beating my lips with his
magic muscle.

I spit on the head and spread the natural
lube with my fingers. It’s a weird sensation, cold spit on a hot
rocket, but I like it. I draw my tongue up and down the underside
of his shaft. His head tips against the bus as he hisses a long
inhale. His hips return to the game and thrust harder into my
mouth.

Shades has the most glorious dick.

Clutching his length with both hands, I suck
his balls one at a time. They’re fucking huge. No way I can
accommodate both at once, though I try anyway. As soon as I secure
one and open wider for the other, the first one tumbles out. It’s a
fun challenge. Even better when I moan around a mouthful. The
vibrations must tickle because he executes a full-body shiver.

I stand and fondle his sac. “I want these
nuts slapping my clit.”

Grinning, he spins me around and shoves my
cheek against the wall. The miniskirt lifts. My bare ass is
freezing, but I have a feeling things are about to heat up.

He leans over my shoulder as fingers part
and penetrate my pussy lips. “Soon. I’ve been jonesing for another
taste of your cunt for days. Maybe I can get you to spray my face
like you did my curtain.”

Now it’s my turn to shiver, and it ain’t
because of the cold. A flood of melted muff butter leaks down my
legs, and I moan long and hot. My thighs quiver, lose their
strength, and I wobble in his arms. “I’ll do my best. I’ve never
squirted like that before. I wouldn’t mind trying again.”

I shouldn’t have confessed that. It gives
him too much power, but I’m so weak from the pounding of his heart
against my spine, the warmth of his breath, and the thought that
eating me out might give him even a tenth of the pleasure I get out
of giving him head.

Shit. Am I falling for Shades? Or is this
just an insanely intense sexual thing?

It’s one hundred percent sexual.

At least I think it is until I turn in his
arms and caress his rough cheek. His devious gaze bores through me,
straight into my woman bits. The pleasure fans out from there, on a
collision course with my heart.

I don’t know anything about this guy.

“
Give me five minutes with
your pussy.” His middle finger still deep inside me, he squares his
shoulders. Determination and commitment flare in his eyes. He
withdraws and sucks the finger like a Popsicle. Even employs sound
effects.

Female screams emanate from inside the bus,
followed by male grunts. Laughter. A slap.

Oh God, I could almost come now. “I’ll give
you three minutes. Then I’m taking control of the situation.”

“
You’ve got a deal,
pussycat.” He drops to his knees. I lift my combat-booted foot and
hook a leg around his broad shoulders. Using a combination of
tongue and hand, he muff dives, stroking and sucking my clit while
curling two fingers inside me. He pumps his arm fast and hits me
straight in the G-spot I didn’t know I had.

“
Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I
mumble. He pins my back and arms against the wall. His head’s under
my skirt, cock jutting straight up from his open jeans. I twist my
hair into a thick, red rope and bite down on it to keep from
screaming his fucking name to the stars.

The cold flips my tits on high beams, but my
skin is on fire. Beads of sweat bloom all over me.

“
Yes! Yes! Yes!” A woman
inside screeches. The bus rocks. Sounds like an animal dying a
slow, torturous death in there.

I tighten my grip around Shades as his
tongue plunges in and out of my cunt. Another finger gets in on the
action. There have to be at least three fucking me now. At this
point, I’m pretty sure I can take the whole fist.

“
I’m gonna come,” Rax
yells. “Open wide, baby.” A long, drawn-out groan follows. “Ah,
fuck me…” More grunts. “Yes, swallow that shit down,
girl…”

I twist away from Shades, grab him by the
ears, and pull him up. “Fuck me, Shades. Fuck me until I come like
Rax did.”

He arches a brow and reaches into his
leather jacket pockets. One hand produces a small bottle of lube.
The other comes up empty. He hesitates. “Shit. I left the condoms
inside the bus.”

The moment of truth stalks me. Beads of cum
roll down my legs in earnest. If I don’t get off in the next five
minutes, I’ll fucking die.

I lick my lips. “Are you clean? Tell me the
truth.” He said he was the night we met, but I have to be sure.

“
As far as I
know.”

That doesn’t sound promising. “You always
safe?”

“
Unless I’m in a
relationship, yeah.”

My heart stumbles out of rhythm. “I really
want to fuck you bareback, but—”

“
Then let’s do it. I trust
you. You on birth control?”

“
Yes, but—”

“
You don’t trust
me
.” His expression
loses a lumen of intensity.

He’s right. I don’t trust him. I have every
reason not to.

But maybe I should.

I turn around, slide up my skirt, and
present my ass for his viewing pleasure. I’m one big raw nerve, a
ball of conflicted emotion. The ultimate “fuck you” would be to
walk away and leave him with blue balls. Let him find another chick
to screw. This is the perfect opportunity to cut my enemy loose for
once and for all.

I meet Shades’s gaze over my shoulder. God,
I shouldn’t do this. “Take me. However you want. Just fuck me.”

A squeal penetrates the night as the bus
starts rocking again. Giggles follow.

“
I was hoping you’d say
that.” He grins, licks his hand, pumps his cock, and spears my
pussy.

I throw my head back and bite off the “fuck”
on the tip of my tongue. I grind my hips, twist, and shake. Riding
him like a corkscrew, I let go of my inhibitions and embrace the
crazy ride, accept it like a gift left on my altar.

“
That’s it. Milk my cock,
pussycat,” he breathes in my ear, and his lips skip down the
steamed column of my neck.

“
Yes, God, yes.” Without a
condom, it’s better than I dreamed. He’s so gonna screw me over.
I’ll blame my poor decision-making on a genetically driven lack of
impulse control and hope for the best.

“
You fantasized about me
when I caught you playing with yourself on the bus. Didn’t you,
Letty?”

I love it when he says my name. I hate it
when he reads my mind. “Yes.”

I reach inside my coat, under my shirt, and
yank my bra up. I clamp one of his hands on my tit, and he kneads
it.

His other hand slides around front and rubs
my clit. “I’m gonna fill up this sweet little box with hot
Toddy.”

I giggle.

My pussy is a dripping, dick-pumped well. A
milky river flows down my legs. “My ass, Shades. Do my ass like you
did the other night on the bus. I wanna spray this fucking wall
with cum graffiti.”

“
I’ll lick it off the
goddamn bricks,” he whispers in my ear.

Fuuuck…

He pauses for a moment. My legs tremble at
the sudden lack of friction. Something cold squirts and drips into
my crack. Once I’m properly greased, I pull him out of the front
and shove his rod through the back door. A cry escapes me. I can’t
help it. At this point, I don’t care if anyone sees us. In fact,
that might turn me on even more. Bring it, motherfuckers.

His girth fills me, stretches me to the
point of ripping. I need this agonizing pleasure so badly. Need
him.

“
Letty…Jesus Christ,
you’re a wild fucking beast.” He grabs me by the hair and pulls me
backward to look at his sweaty red face. Our lips fall into kissing
range, but there’s no contact. Ravenous lust steeps his expression.
And a smidge of something else. Respect?

Ah, fuck. I never considered I might serve
as anything more than a base sexual fantasy to him. Goddamn it, I
like it. I laugh out loud. The endorphin rush makes me.

“
Is tonight’s performance
good enough to win back my song?” I tighten my rectal muscles on
his next lunge, and he growls.

“
Pretty fucking close.” He
releases my hair and gropes my throat. His hand squeezes, cutting
off a little air. My pulse races in reply, and I step up the heat
by meeting his heavy thrusts halfway.

“
Fuck it, girl,” Rax says.
He must’ve opened the window all the way. It almost sounds like
he’s right here with us.

“
Yeah, fuck it,” I tell
Shades. “Fuck it like you’ll never have it again. Fuck it like you
hate it.” My butt cheeks bounce and breaths strain with his brutal
poundings. “Make my ass beg for more.”

Goddamn it, he does. I’m lost in a haze of
lust and hot skin and bodily fluids. Drowning, choking, dying for
more. Control ebbs away, and pure chaos descends. I fucking love
this.

“
I want a taste.” Rax
materializes out of thin air beside us, and I almost shit all over
Shades’s cock.

“
Oh my fucking God!” I
disengage and grab my chest. Breaths rush on a collision course
with hyperventilation. My heart trips over itself. “Oh my
God.”

Shades stares at Rax as if he wants to rip
the guy’s head off. “What the fuck, man?”

Shit, we are so busted. I smooth my skirt to
cover the mess we’ve made down below. Motherfuck.

Rax leans against the bus and studies us.
The howls and rocking continue inside. Rax must’ve left Toombs to
finish off the ladies.

“
Shades and Letty. Didn’t
see that coming.” He steps closer and glances at Shades’s swollen
dick saluting him. “But I’d like to.”

“
We just got a little
drunk—”

“
How about a three-way,
and I won’t tell Kate.” With the top of his hair pulled into a
ponytail on the back of his head, Rax looks like a sleazy car
salesman, which is kind of a twisted turn-on.

Shades says nothing.

“
You wouldn’t dare
tattle.” I’m reaching for any excuse to deny what my libido
demands: exactly what Rax’s offering. It’s so wrong, yet I’m so
worked up, I can’t help wanting it.

Mixed signals fire in my brain. Rax is a
total fucking ass munch. Why the hell am I remotely considering
anything sexual with him? Because I’m a masochist with an
insatiable appetite for sex and trouble. Not necessarily in that
order.

I try to redirect Rax. “Telling Kate would
ruin the tour.”

He lifts a brow. “For you, maybe.”

Eyes narrowed, Shades focuses on Rax.
Protective. Territorial. Also hot.

My mind races. The two of them. Together.
Behind the bus. Making a muffaletty sandwich.

I sweep my gaze down Rax’s front. Nice big
bulge in the trousers. Sculpted six-pack under the tight T-shirt.
Tattoos and piercings galore. He may be a cunt, but his body is
fucking badass as hell. I can overlook idiocy for the sake of an
amazing orgasm and a taboo thrill ride.

I know I’ll regret this tomorrow, but I want
to fuck Shades and Rax.

“
You got protection?” I
say.

Shades snaps his neck my way. I expect a
confrontation with disappointment, but he’s grinning. The pervert
wants to do it too?

Score!

Rax holds up a wrapped condom. “Liquor in
the front or poker in the rear?”

I smile at his
joke.
I
get to
tell
them
what to
do? Oh, hell yes.