We didn’t talk about the elephant in the room. Mostly we talked about him, which was fine. He seemed really happy back in Kansas and I was okay with that. He took me out to dinner in the next town later that evening. I tried telling him I needed to get home but he ignored my wishes and took me back to his hotel instead. I know if I had forced the issue, he’d have taken me home, but I never wanted to go home. Besides, it wasn’t like mother missed me or anything.
That night, the things he did to my body was something I never would have imagined.
I woke up sore, used and deliciously abused by a man who made my body come to life, then drain it with orgasm after incredible orgasm only to revive it again hours later.
I never slept with a man before so I had no idea how long it could take to finally be truly satiated. I wasn’t even going to count the amount of orgasms I had in the last twenty-four hours.
He tasted me slowly and tortured me with his wickedly talented tongue before fucking my body into submission. Any control I thought I had was shattered. Letting him take the lead was easier than I thought, but I didn’t like how vulnerable it made me feel. Like I was losing my grip on my reality. My sanity. Whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. He commanded my body easily and I fell right into it. When he lived here as a kid, it was easy to listen to whatever he told me. I always did as he asked like a lovesick puppy. Back then I was. He’d been my only friend.
One fucking night and I was turning into a weak-kneed female. One—two—not even three orgasms were enough for him. Oh, no. It was like he had long lasting stamina. That or it was like I’ve never had an orgasm before.
Never had this overwhelming need to let go. Mr. Know-It-All. At least in the sex department. I mean, damn. How could a man go that long? He surely didn’t take any Viagra that I saw. I mean, his cock softened and it was like thirty minutes, maybe an hour of just massaging my body, which I must say was fucking amazing, and his dick just sprang back to life, hard and thick, ready to go again. Of course it was like I was a fucking river of wetness because each and every time he slid right in. Slow, fast, hard, gentle. It was a wild, wicked night of fun.
But then today was a new day and I had things to do. I looked at the clock. Nine. I was still a little tired and when I tried getting up, a heavy arm locked itself around my back, pulling and turning me towards a warm, hard body.
“Gavin, I need to get up and get home. I promised Stacey I’d teach a class today.”
“Mmmm…alright.” He pushed my hair to one side, and kissed a soft, lethargic path up my arm until he reached for my mouth. This was drugging and tempted me beyond reason. It was coaxing and playful. His hands found my ass where he squeezed and lifted one leg before he nestling his—naturally—hard cock between my legs, playing peek-a-boo with my wet, slick entrance.
“Gavin. You are killing me.”
“Little by little. How about one more for the road?”
I looked at the clock, thought about what kinda of time I had and I turned back to Gavin.
“It’ll have to be a quick one.”
Chuckling, his hand contracting on my leg, the only sign as he drove home. His thick shaft slammed inside me like a man in need. Then he propelled me upward, until I was on top of him. His hand was on my chest, pushing me backward.
“Rest your hands on my thighs, Evony.”
I did as he said and I felt his cock flex inside me and it was like he grew even more. A groan slipped past my lips as his hands gripped my hips and held on as he reared upward.
He took control of my body like a fucking conductor. I didn’t have to do much work to make him come hard and quick but right now I need this to be quick as hell so I can move on about my day. I had obligations that needed my attention and I wanted to get this done, but with every thrust, my body contracted, my vaginal muscles tightened around his thick member and my nails dug into his thighs.
“Gavin, we really need to speed this along.”
His hand landed on my ass, a hard smack reverberated up my body and I pushed down on his steel rod, the long hardness reaching deep within.
“Shut up and enjoy it. I am definitely enjoying the view of your body stretched out before me.”
His hands caressed up my body and he cupped my breasts, circling around the hard tips with his palms. Squeezing them with rough hands. Teasing me. Torturing me. I began sitting up straight when I felt air on my breast and then another tap on my behind.
“Keep our hands right where they are or this is going to take longer than you want it to take.”
“Suddenly, I really don’t give a fuck.”
“Good.”
His hand went back to my breasts and with a soft squeeze, only then did he roll his palm over my nipple, making my eyes roll and I bit into my bottom lip from the tickling sensation.
Then he pinched my nipples with rough fingertips. Pulling and twisting as I swiveled my hips on his hard length. I couldn’t help my eyes closing. I wanted nothing but to feel the sensations swirling within my body. I could feel my skin become hyper alert to his every movement.
Then his hands left my tits until they roamed down to my ass. Gripping the flesh he held me still as he shoved upward.
“FUCK! Oh, please babyjesusyes!” My eyes snapped open and I looked down at his face. The muscles in his chest rippled and flexed as he took control once again. Not letting me take the lead even though I was on top. My dancing moves helped with the motion and with every stroke his thickness spread my lips wide until our pelvises met and ground on each other.
He pounded my pussy from below me. Sweat dotted his brow. His dark eyes taking in every curve, every bounce of my breasts and in between my thighs where our juices mixed and coated the top of my pussy. Looking at his own body, it was magnificent.
He didn’t have any chest hair. It was so damn sexy seeing it ripple and move. His own nipples taut and I wanted like hell to bend down and take one between my lips. He was sexy. When my eyes finally met his, they were a mask of fiery passion and lust and I could see his jaw clench tight.
My pussy fluttered with renewed energy. The climax building within my body was so close to exploding I whimpered.
“Gavin.”
“That’s it, baby. Say my name like that. All dark and husky. Have I told you how much I love this bare little pussy and how it’s covered with your slick juices, so ready to lose control? Are you ready, Evony? Ready to come all over my dick like a good girl?”
“Yes. Please, fuck yes.”
Then he increased his speed and said, “Come here and hold onto me.”
When I released his thighs and moved forward it was like I had been stretched far and going back like a spring propelled my orgasm because it was like an explosion behind my eyelids.
I cried out, my nails grabbing a hold of his chest. My fake nails dug in as my release overrode my senses and all I could mumble was, “Yes, oooh, yes, fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck me that’s perfect. Your dick is fucking prefect.”
My moans clashed with his grunts and then all I felt was searing hot velvet shooting inside me. Then he shoved up into me hard and if he hadn’t had a good hold on me I probably would have bounced off. He groaned like he had needed that release just as badly as I did. Even though we fucked all night long, it was like brand new.
A hiss flew past his lips with a swift but soft curse.
“Damn, baby. You made me bleed.”
My eyes flew to where my nails had bitten through and yes, little points like claw holes marked his taut skin. At first thought I thought he was going to bleed out the way he said that, but I barely broke the skin above his nipple.
“Want me to kiss it and make it all better?”
“Would you?”
“Only if you say please.”
He chuckled in that dark, sexy way of his and then his hand once again landed on my behind and a growl came from his throat as he said, “Kiss my boo-boo’s and make it better, woman.”
His wicked eyes were teasing but intense. His hand came around the nape of my neck and he brought me down to his chest. My tongue lashed out and licked the little claw marks and because he really had no idea how much I liked him taking me like that, I sucked a bit of hard flesh into my mouth and left another mark.
He had continuously marked me. Probably on purpose, the bastard. But I hadn’t cared. It was hot as fuck and the pain of his teeth as he bit into my skin had shot down to my pussy, making me cream that much harder.
“That’s my girl. Mark me, naughty little girl. Wherever the hell you want, baby.”
And because he said so, I kissed a path upward until he tilted his head to the side and I found the soft spot of his neck and sucked deep. The hiss that escaped his lips wasn’t the only indication he enjoyed the little bites. I felt his dick begin to bob against the cleft of my pussy. Lightly tapping my clit, and making my body jerk.
“Hmm. Naughty girl. Don’t you have a class to teach?”
I licked the bite mark and sat back, my pussy rubbing up and down the long shaft.
“Yes, I do.”
Then I rushed to get back off the bed.
“Fucking sexy minx.”
“Sorry.” Although I wasn’t very sorry at all. “But I do have to get home so I can shower and get changed.”
He nodded and got up, then walked to the bathroom. I went to my bag and grabbed some fresh clothes. I was pulling on the shorts I would’ve worn to class yesterday and the cropped shirt when I heard the toilet flush and he came out of the bathroom.
“Works every time.”
“What?”
“The need to take a piss helped calm the raging erection I was sporting.”
“Thanks for that little bit of information. Gross.”
He laughed unabridged and it was such a sexy sound it sent a tingle down my spine. The deep, southern lilt hadn’t escaped his voice when he moved away.
I sat down and put on my gym shoes and when I went to stand he hadn’t moved but his laughter died as he got a good look at me in the little shorts.
“You’re not seriously wearing that outside are you?”
“Gavin, I strip. I wear a whole lot less most of the time. Are you ashamed of my body?”
“No. I just don’t want other men to see what I know intimately.”
I didn’t respond. I knew he was trying to bate me and get me riled up. And it was working.
“Get over it. I wear this in my class.”
“Are men in this class?”
“Uh, not normally. There was one but he was gay.”
“My point. And I said you weren’t going back to Gentleman’s Fancy. That must have escaped your mind.”
“Yeah, between the ‘oh, fuck me fuck me’ and multiple orgasms. You don’t tell me what to do. Stop trying to be master and lord over me because you never will be. No man ever will again.”
“Do not even compare me to your fucking father. I am nothing like him and you know it.”
“Just take me home, Gavin. I don’t want to be late. And this argument is getting old.”
He came over to me and picked up my bag. He gave me one long, hot look and with a tight jaw he motioned for me to go to the door. Rolling my eyes, I went and he followed, opening the door for me and when he locked the door back up, he had entwined our fingers together.
He didn’t drag me or have to pull me, he matched his steps with mine. Daring anyone who looked at us to say something. And there was a few.
It was a short, quiet ride back to the white trailer.
“What are you going to do while I have class?”
“Probably see what I can do about mother’s trailer. Get things packed up and order a moving van. I’m surprised she didn’t just get a house out here. Why stay in that trailer?”
“Probably to keep an eye out on me so she can warn all her little friends of my where abouts.”
“I’m sorry—
“Stop apologizing for her. She had her reasons. Maybe not honorable ones but she was entitled to them just the same. I got over it a long time ago.”
“Yeah, you had twelve years to get over it but the shit I learned in the last twenty-four hours might take me just as long to get over it, alright?”
“Yes, sir!” Saluting, I opened the passenger door with attitude. I hate the way it makes me feel less angry and more vulnerable that he had no knowledge of what was going on here. It was bad that he didn’t come home to even try and see me but he was an Army Ranger. The government owned him. I doubt he could come back here much anyway.
“Wait just a goddamn second, Evony.”
He got out and went over to my side, holding out his hands for me. Good thing he did because it was kind of a long way down to the ground from this high up.
“Thanks.”
He kissed my forehead and then leaned down to capture my lips in one of his drugging kisses.
“Mmmm…you taste so sweet, Evony.”
My eyes glazed over as if in a daze and his lips swept across my mouth and I opened for him easily. Strong hands grabbed my ass, and pulled me in. He was hard again. I held on tightly and ground my core against his length. Just as the kiss began to get good, he released me and shit-tastically, I moaned as he moved away.
Get a grip.
I shoved him back—not much—but he took a step back and I grabbed my bag from the floorboard. Then I passed him and walked around to the front of the truck.
“I guess I’ll see you later then.”
“Count on it, baby.”
“Stop calling me that and I work tonight, so maybe like tomorrow or something.”
“Don’t count on that.”
“Okay, whatever then.”
Asshole. I wasn’t going to quit. I had a damn plan I had to execute and I wasn’t going to let no man dictate to me. I knew he wasn’t like my father but that didn’t mean he could just tell me what the fuck to do because he fucked me.
Yes, I guess taking him to my—well, his—bed made him my lover but it wasn’t like there was anything emotional. There would never be anything emotional about any of this. And the hand holding business was sweet, but it didn’t mean he had a claim on me.
And there was no way I could let it get emotional. Gavin broke something inside me twelve years ago and that is something I will never get over.
Before I disappeared out of sight, I turned and said, “Fix my damn door, asshole.”
“Yes, dear.”
I let out a growl and went inside the trailer. Now I had to rush to get everything done. I took a shower, changed into a different pair of leggings this time, one that had a skeleton print and a tight black tank over my sports bra. I slipped my shoes back on and refilled my bag with clean workout clothes.
I walked back out to see my mother meandering in the kitchen, looking every once in a while at the door and the man who had begun fixing the lock.
“And?” She said, her brows raised with questions.
I pulled out a bottled water and looked at my mother. “What?”
“Did you fuck him?”
Could she really ask that any louder? I rolled my eyes and grabbed a Fiber One bar before just ignoring her and making my way to the door.
I was opening the screen door when he said, “Embarrassed to admit it?”
I glared at him, flipped him off and then looked at my mother who was watching our exchange like a hawk and said, “I fucked him all night long. You can have him now if you’d like, I’m quite done using him.” Then I looked back at him and the scowl he turned my way.
“The hell you are, Evony. It’s only just started.”
Ignoring him, I said, “Bye y’all.”
Then I waved and made my way out to my Mustang.
He’s just so frustrating. As a boy and teenager he was never this argumentative. Being dominating in the bedroom is one thing—I quite liked that, but this whole alpha bullshit was getting on my nerves. For twelve years no man has locked me or mother down so I enjoyed the freedom I had.
That and he wants to take me away from all that? Of course I hated it here, but I wanted to get out on my own. I didn’t want or need help. Not that I knew where I wanted to go in the long run, but still. I would be the one who did it. Me. Myself.
Without a man.
I drove away and made it to the main street before picking up speed. I would barely make it there with the normal traffic. Gah. Gavin made me so damn irritated. I don’t know if I could take it if he stuck around. He had a freaking life in Kansas. Without me. And it’s better that way.
I was almost out of Dayton, when a siren blared behind me. You got to be fucking kidding me.
I pulled over and waited until the cop came to the window. I wasn’t speeding, my lights and stickers are good so I wonder what it was this time.
A knock sounded on my window and when I turned to look up at the cop–great. Officer Fuckhead.
He was starting to really get on my nerves.
“License and registration.”
“You are kidding me, right Ethan? Why was I pulled over?”
“Are you leaving town?”
“I have a class to teach and you’re making me late.”
“Teaching? Teaching what?”
“A dance class.”
“Where?”
“Houston, Ethan. Now may I leave?” I tried to make my voice sound as soft and feminine as possible, but it was pretty much a long shot.
He bent and leaned into my car. “I like the way you say my name, Evony All sweet and pretty like as if I don’t know you want to just growl and snipe at me like you usually do. I heard you were at Best Western last night with Gavin Winters.”
“What of it?”
“Why don’t you meet me someplace too? Since you wanna give it out to someone who just rolled into town.”
“I don’t think so. Officer Womack.”
“Hmm. Well, I could always give you a ticket for speeding.”
“Then give me a ticket. I need to go. I’m late already.”
His hand shot out and grasped my jaw tight and squeezed. I whimpered, making him smirk with arrogance and triumph. Then with force, he turned me to look up at him. “I want a piece of what you’re giving out. The rumors in town say you’re the hottest pussy in town, Evony. I want it, too. I’d even take you out on a date. I could show you a good time.” That last part he said softly as if he really meant it. But he was still gripping my jaw rather hard. And it only made me angrier.
“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.” Since his right hand was on my jaw, he let his other hand slide in, and cup my vagina. “Fucking scumbag, get your hands off me before I do worse than embarrass you and your small so-called dick.”
“Fucking hot little bitch. Someone needs to tame you and that mouth.”
“It’s not ever going to be you.” My hand grabbed his wrist and twisted, making him let go instantly and curse low in his throat.
“Fucking cunt. This isn’t over.” Then his lips connected with mine, but I bit one lip and he yanked off. “Don’t even think about going too far.”
“Bye, Officer.”
He moved back and I pulled away. I kept an eye on him through the rearview mirror and he was still facing me, probably looking right at me and I saw him palm his crotch, rubbing it up and down.
UCK! GAG! I faced the front and kept going the speed limit until I got out of the county and then I sped as best I could to Houston.
If reporting him would do any good, I would have done it ages ago. But since the head honcho of DPD frequented the club, there was no way he’d take my side in this. Not without something on the side and that wasn’t going to happen.
I hated the rumors around town. They thought just because I was a stripper, I gave it up to any man willing to pay. Gavin couldn’t confirm I was telling the truth when I said I had only had sex with one guy but he said I was tight as a virgin when I went to his bed and even though I shouldn’t have—I could feel my heart strings tear at what I gave to him—but I knew out of all the men I’ve ever known, he was the only one I trusted. Even though he left me broken and alone. I needed to hold on to the fire of hate I had. I wasn’t forgiving him.
And as I sped downtown, I was ignoring the hot shed of tears falling from my eyes.
Is nothing ever easy?