Текст книги "Wrenched"

Автор книги: Emma James

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I’m going to be twenty-two in a few months, and I want to behave like other girls my age. I don’t know where I’ll be in ten years’ time, but for now, I’m happy being here, but I also want to grow up.

I have this man, who looks like he’s around thirty, sitting across from me. We’re doing a normal thing; we’re talking and having a beer. I’m alone with another male, and I’m okay with that. His body language is relaxed and pleasant.

We talk. I lie a lot because I need to keep my identity a secret. I can’t let that personal information out. I lie about my name, because I gave my real name to a stranger today, and now I’m saddled with a damning letter.

Tonight, I will be Sara, and she will help me move forward. I’m handing her the reins.

We talk about shallow things that are more a means to an end. I can see the interest in his eyes, and I can feel it in my body, how it responds to Edge sitting across from me.

I’ve watched enough movies to know how a guy makes small talk with a girl. I don’t mind that he’s doing it with me. He thinks I’m a mouse, but I have come a long way in eight months.

He’s very attractive and I’m charmed by him. I saw the way his eyes looked at me when I walked back into the bar. He wants a beer, but he likes what he sees too. He doesn’t frighten me.

Maybe he should?

He’s now taken his leather jacket and button up shirt off. He’s watching for a reaction. He looks more comfortable sitting here in his tight black t-shirt, which molds to his muscled torso. Tattoos cover his arms and he’s well built, strong.

I felt like he was testing me when he took off his button up, like he was trying to show me his true self, shedding a facade. He’s dressed one way, but then he sheds two layers and looks tougher and grittier, his tattoos exposed, his strength on display.

Boxer and Lincoln are both strong men with tattoos, and all they’ve done is protect me. I’m not intimidated by Edge. He keeps right on talking to me, and I’m okay to let my guard down and live a little.

I remind myself, Tonight, I am Sara.

We talk mainly about movies. That is our common ground. He’s courteous, finding an interest I’m happy to talk about. We both stay away from being too personal. We laugh easily together about some of the movies we have watched.

I’ve sat and listened to him while simultaneously having an inner debate with myself. Maybe tonight’s the night I take a leap, a giant first step, and let loose, go a little crazy, and behave like an adult. I know I don’t act my age because I’ve had all that taken away from me. I act older, but at the same time, I try to hide how naïve I am. I want to find out what Edge wants, see where it leads. I can see in his steel grey eyes this man is attracted to me. He probably thinks I’m about twenty-five years old. Edge may be just what I need.

No strings. No promises. No boundaries.

I’ve paced myself and only have two beers, something I’m not used to doing in the first place. I tried to hide my disgust over the taste when it first hit my lips. I’m not a drinker, but I welcome the little buzz I’m getting. I don’t like to not be in control; I have spent too many years at somebody else’s mercy. So I drink cautiously. I know Edge notices, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t seem the type to get a girl drunk so he can take advantage of her. He’s respectful when I decline another beer, and he matches my pace. We are both in control of our bodies and emotions.

Tonight, I’m simply a young woman who was caught working out with her mind on other things, and a no-strings-attached handsome stranger set her right.

For tonight, the invisible tape is out securing the lids back down on the boxes of my memories and nightmares. I don’t want anything spoiling this short time I have with this man, who is being nice to me.

This feels normal. I feel normal.

The thought crosses my mind that I’m entertaining a man in Boxer’s bar after hours. Would he be okay with that? But I’m throwing caution to the wind. Edge has paid for every beer we’ve taken. I’ll come clean when he gets back. It’s not something I’m going to make a habit of because this small town has no young people for me to form friendships with. This is an opportunity that has presented itself, and I’m taking advantage while I can.

I tell Edge about my job, and omit details I find too personal from his questions. I tell him nothing of Miss Catherine. I know tonight’s conversation is just a way of getting me alone. I’ve worked that much out. It means nothing to him, but after sitting here for a while, I think he’s the perfect candidate to be reckless with and abandon my fears, if only for a few hours. I want to feel a little uncaring about what I want to do with Edge tonight.

We’ve been chatting for over an hour, when I decide to make the first move. It’s what he wants anyway; that’s why he’s investing his time and money in me. I’d been lead to believe my virginity had been taken from me by William. That bastard never outright told me, it was a game to him, but I also knew I wasn’t a whore. Boxer explained that to me. Whatever happened to me was out of my control. I was drugged and incapacitated. I had no choices in life. I had only rules and obedience. I knew no different. I won’t ever be treated like that again. I want to be in control of tonight. I want this to happen, and I will say when.

I wet my bottom lip out of nerves and start to slide out of the booth.

“Where are you going?” He watches me lick my lips and those steel grey eyes darken with interest.

“I want to take you into the back room.” I’m back to whispering again. It’s a nervous thing. Boxer and Miss C set me straight when I regress. I set myself straight this time and say a little louder, “We both know what you are doing here with me, so I’m just going to speed it up a little.” I sound confident. The jukebox has long stopped playing any songs. It’s just two people in a quiet bar.

He slides out of the booth, grabbing his jacket and shirt, and follows me. He’s a strong presence at my back. We climb the stairs, and I go to take him into the room I use when I stay here. It’s a nice room. Boxer let me decorate it how I wanted to. It’s simple, with a queen-sized bed and a dresser. It’s decked out in nice calming colors of greens, creams, and pale blues. I hesitate, though, and walk straight by it. That’s too personal.

I take him to the room where the heavy bag is and close the door. This is just going to be a ‘hook-up,’ as they call it, nothing more. No hearts and flowers, just a quick bang. I walk into the room a little more and turn around to face him. I’m nervous, but determined. This is what I need to get past William.

Sara is ready to do this.

 

Well, isn’t she just a surprise package? I thought I was gonna have to change tactics, but she’s ready and willing to fuck me. I walk towards her, noticing how the couple beers have loosened her up as she backs up against the wall, tilting her head invitingly at me.

I hook one finger in the front of her shorts and yank her towards me while I slant my head and go in for a taste. Her lips move with mine, while I pull her arms up around my neck and hold them there until she clasps her fingers around my nape. I push between her legs with my thigh so I can grind against her, letting her feel my hard cock. I can sense she wants to do this, but at the same time, something isn’t right. I go in for foreplay to loosen her up more. She’s still managing to dent my ego a little, and I’m not good with that.

She stops kissing me and turns her back to me, looking over her shoulder. I can see she’s nervous, and there’s this halo of mixed signals surrounding her.

“Is it all right if I face away from you?” Her confidence ebbs and flows.

“Fuck, little lady, we can do it anyway you want,” I growl out.

I start grinding against her ass as she lets out a little noise of excitement. I take it as a green light when her fingers start pressing down and moving around at the front of her little denim shorts.

Fuck, yeah. We’re on the same page. “Let me do that.” I rumble against her ear. She doesn’t need to get herself off. I pop her button and slide her zipper down so I can move my hand over her panties. They’re already wet. I slide my hand out and she lets out a little whimper, which has my dick wanting to fight its way out of my pants. “Patience, little one.” I move them up to her nose and tell her to smell herself. She inhales and her lips part in surprise, and I turn her head so I can see her eyes. Her lids have gotten heavier; she likes what she smells. She starts wiggling that little ass of hers again, rubbing herself against me as she arches her back to get the friction she’s after. Definitely a green light.

“I want your fingers again,” she whispers to the wall. Her palms are pushing against the hard surface so I can get back down between her legs and inside her panties.

I cup her bare pussy in my hand, liking the way it feels, while adding pressure in the right place as my palm massages her slit. I let two fingers slip inside her, making her jump back a little against my chest, stiffening only for a heartbeat before the sensations leave her limp and pliable in my hand.

I’m kissing her neck as my other hand gets busy all over her tits. There are too many clothes in the way. I unzip her jacket and push the front of her tank top down underneath her breasts so I can feel her nipples poking through her lacy bra. I pinch the left one hard as I start to pump my fingers inside her. It only takes seconds and she’s like putty in my hands. Her eyes have fluttered shut as she rests her head back on my shoulder, giving way to the pleasure of what she’s feeling, and her little hips involuntarily start mimicking my movements.

Fuck, she’s completely lost inside her arousal while my dick is hollering at me to uncage it.

I want to get her off before we go any further, so I step it up with another finger inside her. I know how big my cock is, and she’s so small I want to prepare her for what’s to come.

She’s in the zone now, pumping her narrow hips until she’s almost doing all the work. Her lips are parted as she quietly pants from what I’m doing to her. Fuck it! I need to taste her again, so I angle my head until I can bite her top lip. Her eyes widen and she tilts her head so I have easier access to her mouth. I’m devouring her soft lips while her eyes stay focused on mine. I like her watching me. She’s interested to see what I’m feeling, and I’m feeling all kinds of horny. She can’t keep this up because she’s about to come. Her long, dark lashes fan down to cover her eyes as her lips part, ready to cry out.

I pull away, burying my face in her hair. She smells like fresh apples mixed with a little sweat from her workout. She doesn’t disappoint me. Her tight little pussy walls clamp down hard, and then my fingers are drenched as she lets out a sound that drives me crazy. I’ve never heard such a completely fulfilled sexual noise as the one that leaves her. It’s like a breath of fresh air to hear a woman make a noise like that. It wasn’t fake or exaggerated. It was full of unabashed ecstasy.

She opens her eyes and raises her head when her soft little pants turn to normal breathing, and she looks around as if to notice for the first time where she is, who she’s with, and what just went down.

I don’t want her thinking about it too long. I need some relief because my cock is about to pass out from the strain of wanting out of my pants. She just came in her panties, and I want to get inside her, ride her roughly, and hear that noise again.

My dick wants to hear that sound again.

I grab her hand, tugging her around to face me, kissing her hard on the lips. “Come with me.” My voice is thick with deep, predatory desire. I don’t wait for her to answer. I just take her with me, my hand gripping hers until we have made our way through the back exit I noticed earlier. I walk her across the parking lot to where my bike is parked in a corner out back of the bar.

The lot is empty.

Perfect.

I wouldn’t fucking care if I had an audience. I know how to share. I like to watch.

The streetlight above us is so filthy only a dull glow escapes it, but it’s enough to see each other. Her eyes go all big when she sees my bike.

“Do you ride?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I can see she loves to ride just in the way she said that one word. I stop her beside my bike. “I’m only gonna ask this once, so be very clear with your answer.” My voice sounds strained, but I don’t rape chicks. I know what I’m capable of doing to a woman, and I don’t get turned down. “Are you ready to be ridden hard?”

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. This is the most confident I’ve heard her all night.

I drop to my knees and strip her shorts and sodden panties off in one movement. She rests her hands on me as I bury my face in her bare pussy, eliciting a shocked little noise from her that gets replaced by a moan of pleasure when I slowly swipe my tongue deep inside her slit.

Fuck, she tastes amazing.

“Oooh...” Her lips make a little circle and she grips me a little harder. I come back for another slow, deep lick. A long moan comes out on a sexy, feminine purr.

Jesus, this chick is hot. She seems so innocent, not like any other woman I’ve had underneath me, on me, or wrapped around me.

I unbuckle my belt and my dick springs forward out of the top of my pants while the scent of her arousal sends me closer to the edge. I pull her hips to my mouth. “Spread your legs a little more.” Christ almighty, she’s turning me on. She’s confusing the hell out of me with her innocent act.

Most females would be mounting me and wriggling their snatch in front of my face fully clothed. She’s different. I groan at the sight of her pussy, lashing my tongue through her slit a few more times until she spills over so easily, so readily on a soft moan. Her fingers are gripping my shoulders like a lifeline while I lap her orgasm up, and her legs quiver a little from the pleasure.

You got that fucking right, little lady. I can make you shake and tremble.

My ego isn’t so dented anymore.

Her scent is blanketed all over my mouth and it’s driving me a little crazy. I wonder if she’s ever been kissed by a guy after he’s gone down on her? One way to find out.

I get to my feet and kiss her hard. She doesn’t falter; so sweet one minute, and wild the next. I cover her mouth with mine and she meets my intensity, kissing me back just as hard. Her hands find their way into my hair, her fingers plowing through it while she devours my tongue, making a little humming sound as she tastes herself thoroughly.

My cock is standing up at attention between us. I wait for her reaction to it pressing on her stomach, expecting her to grab it and be all over it like other chicks would be... but she doesn’t.

One minute, she acts so innocent, and the next, she’s on fire. She’s a little sexual bomb waiting to detonate.

I pull away and move so I can swing her leg over my bike, and then I toss my jeans and boots where my jacket and button up lay on the ground. Her eyes are telling me how much she’s enjoying the partial strip show I’m giving her. I grab the condom from my wallet before throwing it on top of my jeans. I tear the packet open with my teeth and roll it on then mount my bike behind her, sliding her forward a little, getting myself situated where I need to be.

“Step up on the bike pegs and lean forward so I can get inside you.” She does everything I ask of her. I admire the view; she’s something else. My rock-hard erection just got even harder, if that’s possible. I grab hold of her hips and slam into her.

She cries out in pain.

I’ve pumped into her twice before I can stop myself.

What. The. Fuck?!

I still my movements. She doesn’t move. Did I just break her hymen? “You okay, little lady?” My voice is low and unsure of what just happened. She didn’t act like a virgin. Fuck, look at her. Who wouldn’t have tapped this? I start to push her up and off me. There’s no way I’m doing this to her if I hurt her.

The friction of me moving her up and her pushing back down on me has her making a little noise. “No. I’m okay. Please. I need to do this.” She’s breathless, and those mixed signals have come back.

I need to stop this. Her words sound unsure, and I won’t continue. I move her up again, and she pushes back down with force. We both groan out in unison.

“Little one, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to stop.” I lay my head on her back. I need a moment. “Just let your body take me in. I’m big, and you are such a waif.”

She looks back at me and nods her head then looks forward. This small movement from her body is enough to betray whatever her mind was just thinking and she starts rotating her hips. She wants the friction, and I need to go slower. She’s never been ridden rough before; I don’t care what she agreed to.

I won’t be going hard tonight, so I gently thrust inside her, letting her move her body to get what she needs.

She’s so tight.

I push her up because I need to see her face. She tries to resist me because she thinks I’m rejecting her. “Easy, little lady, I just want to turn you around so you can straddle me and ride me at your own pace.”

She lets me lift her up, and we both want the feeling back the second we are separated. I help her turn around, with my feet planted firmly on the ground, and she slides back down onto me on a sigh, our foreheads leaning together as we take each other in. I let my hands glide down over her firm ass, feeling each perfect mound.

I want nothing more than to take her hard until she soaks my bike seat. It would be worth it just watching her get all wild in front of me. She might be quiet, but as the saying goes, it’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I grit my teeth because she’s wrapped so tight around my dick. I’m feeling a little animalistic at what this woman does to me. Her body calls to me, but I need to let her take the reins. I’m not used to someone behaving the way she is towards me.

I remove both her tops, dropping them onto the ground, and stare at her in only her little, lacy, black bra. Her breasts are perfect handfuls. I unsnap the clasp at the back and it gets tossed to the ground too.

Jesus, she’s completely naked on my bike. Her nipples are so hard I whistle at the sight of them. “Nice tits, little lady”. She responds by pushing them up closer to my face. I duck my head, swiping my tongue over one as she starts to ride me. I suck it inside my mouth and bite down on it, hard enough to have her arch up a little in pain. Then she offers me the other one. She’s a greedy little thing, no longer playing the sweet card.

I pull her hair out of her ponytail and she shakes her hair out, which is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I have her amazing body naked on my bike while she straddles my dick, and her hair is flowing wild behind her as the mild breeze catches it.

I need more.

I slide my hands under her thighs, tug her legs up, and pull her a little closer to me. She lays back against the gas tank, moving so my balls will spank her rim. Then I take over.

Fuck, she’s flawless.

“Grab hold of the handle bars.” I sound like a caveman. I stand up a little, my feet pushing into the ground, and then I’m thrusting into her while my balls slap freely against her hole as she makes excitable little noises. Her breasts are bouncing, and I couldn’t get any deeper if I tried. She’s the sexiest creature I’ve ever let on my bike. She’s wild, but in an innocent way. I know she would feel amazing without this condom, but we need this between us. I speed up and blow my load while she arches that perfect back of hers, her firm ass pushing into my seat, leaving her arousal all over it.

Fuck. Me. Drunk.

Her innocence concerns me. Any other female would be making unnecessary noises and playing it right up to me, giving me dinner and a floor show. She doesn’t come with bells and whistles; she’s natural and sexy as all fuck.

I can tell from her response to what just happened between us that she has no idea how good she is.

We both need a minute before moving again, and I enjoy the view of her lying back, satiated on my bike. Her eyes are telling me how good that was for her. They have drooped lazily as she tastes her lips one more time.

And then I’m reminded of how she cried out. Looking at her now, lying back all sexually satisfied, you wouldn’t believe it had hurt when I entered her. It felt like I broke her hymen, but that wouldn’t make sense. Not to somebody like her. She was ready for this. I entered her so hard and fast, expecting a rough time. I wasn’t paying too much attention to a woman’s inner workings. I’ve never nailed a virgin. The whores that hang around the club are always experienced, and the other bitches I take had their seal broken a long time ago.

She doesn’t seem bothered by it, and she was a sexy fuck, but now I need to move on. Enough of Joe Blow. I have to get this sweet piece of ass off my bike because I have a job to do.