Dude with a Cool Car

by Siobhan Muir

  “Didn’t you catch a lot of flak for stripping from other guys?” I couldn’t imagine my coworkers at the Marshal’s Service being all that accepting of my recent endeavors.

  Torch shrugged. “You can’t stop the haters, you can only figure out how to react to them. I made a helluva lot more money than some schmo whose claim to fame was how many beers he could guzzle in a night and the size of his truck. I got paid and had women dying for sex with me. Don’t really see the downside.”

  I laughed. When he put it like that, I couldn’t argue with him. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good point.”

  “If you want, I could show you some easy moves so you can keep up with us for the last number.”

  I blinked. “Last number?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded as he put on his firefighter gear again. “The finale is everyone on stage dancing in unison. I could show you a few easy steps to make it look more uniform if you want.” He gave me a half smile. “What? Did you think you were gonna be a one-and-done?”

  “Yeah, I kinda did.” I straightened my Stetson. “Yeah, okay. Show me some easy moves.” I just hoped I wouldn’t trip over my own feet and knock the other guys down.

  ****

  Karma

  I laughed and cheered along with the other people in the audience. Most of us were women, but there were a few men who liked to watch the guys strut their stuff on stage. I knew Loki was pansexual and enjoyed a variety of sexual partners, and I was pretty sure many of the other Concrete Angels weren’t stuck in the duality of societal gender bias. That’s because we don’t really operate using mainstream society’s rules. And thank the Goddess for that.

  Samurai announced that the dancer Hank Hardon would be dancing to our theme song and Flint strutted on stage. I clapped along with the crowd but my mind kept going back to the moves Coop had made. My pussy grew slick and my nipples hardened at the memory of him wiggling his ass to the music. Glory, he’d been hotter than the Mojave in July and I wanted more.

  Fortunately, there were only two more strippers with the funny names of Harry Longballs, which turned out to be an accurate description of Gopher’s man parts, and Wally Ballbanger, given to Indiana for his honest-to-Goddess gymnastic flips off the walls and chair. But I was waiting for the finale which would bring all the dancers back up to do a coordinated number. How Coop would keep up with the others after not practicing with them at all was a mystery, but I looked forward to it nonetheless.

  Indiana sprang off the stage at the end of his show, his cock and balls swinging in the wind with impressive reach. I was sure there were a few of the honeys and the other club members who’d be hitting him up for an “evening ride” that night. Samurai trotted back out to where we could see him, giving the dancers a chance to get back into their outfits before the last number.

  “Well, that should get your engines revving, huh? I know I got a little high off Wally’s ballbanging dance.” The audience laughed but I kept my eyes on the stage behind him. “Now, here it is, the last show before we let you go. Give a round of applause for the Concrete Rockin’ Cocks!”

  I roared my approval along with the rest of the crowd as all our makeshift performers came back out and arranged themselves in a pattern where all could be seen from the audience. The lights went out and rotating strobes flashed white light around the room as the first strains of music started.

  When a voice started, a spotlight lit each man up individually and I had to hand it to Gadget. The woman knew how to make things magical with a little light and timing. Despite all the sexy man-flesh to look at, my gaze fixed on the hot cowboy and when he raised his head, his gaze zeroed in on mine. My breath caught. There was no way he could see me with the spotlight on him, but he stared at me as if I was the only person he could see.

  Maybe that’s true. He was mine and I was his. The Goddess had guaranteed it. But some part of me feared this wouldn’t be all rainbows and unicorns. Something was coming. Something I hadn’t accounted for, and I suspected it would throw all my previous assumptions about love and the Goddess’s choice of true mate into the crapper. But I refused to entertain the thoughts and shoved them away to watch my mate dance.

  He wasn’t as polished as Torch or Friar. Hell, even Hamster, who’d taken the name Pocket Rocket, moved with more confidence, but Coop stole the show for me. He remained in sync with the rest and when he removed his shirt, that tin star flashed in the light like an omen. It momentarily blinded me and made me blink, but when my vision came back, his gorgeous chest captured my attention.

  Damn, he’s sexy.

  I made a mental note to make him strip for me again in the near future. I licked my lips as he spun around and wiggled his ass in those tight jeans. I wondered if Sam had picked a size too small so they’d show off all the muscles in his legs, but it didn’t matter. He would’ve looked good in baggy jeans too.

  Their final flourish had all the men ripping their pants off and rocking their hips to the beat. The guys who’d gone commando let their cocks harden, the tips thrusting upwards like spearheads. Coop’s brightly colored manties caught my attention more than the naked penises of the others and again, he finished the song with one leg pent and one hand holding his hat to shadow his face. It was sexy as hell.

  I launched to my feet and clapped until my arms ached as the guys cleared off the stage with a bounce in their steps (and their balls). Sam wrapped up the show with a final send off, but I was already moving toward the hall outside the theater room to meet up with my hot and sexy cowboy. I was gonna ride him hard and put him away satisfied.

  The crowd pretty much had the same idea I did and the hallway filled up with boisterous spectators. Gopher and Hamster came out together, which cracked me up when I thought of their road names, and were immediately surrounded by honeys. Flint stalked out by himself and ignored everyone as he headed for the yard. His expression never changed, but his gaze flicked to me and he nodded once. Evidently, he’d keep an eye on Coop tonight like always.

  Attila and the Friar came out together, teasing each other as only a Scot and a Sassenach could. They’d buried the hatchet between them years ago and only ribbed each other good-naturedly. They were followed by Indiana and Scott, though the first man headed for another group of honeys and Scott peeled off to look for his old lady, his expression hungry.

  Looks like I’m not the only one getting some tonight.

  The hallway had cleared out by the time Coop came out with Torch, the two men laughing like they were old friends. Normally, I’d be suspicious of such behavior from someone who’d only been with the club for a few days, but Torch didn’t make friends easily. That he interacted with Coop this way made me relax even more.

  “Hey, Cowboy. You up for showin’ a girl a good time?” I tilted my head with coy invitation.

  Coop bumped knuckles with Torch and they parted ways with mutual appreciation. It warmed my heart that he’d found a friend in the club beyond me.

  “Hell yeah, Ma’am. I’m all for showin’ you a good time. Do you wanna do it in the clubhouse or somewhere a little more private?”

  “Oh, I’ve shared you enough today. It’s time for you to give me a private show, hot man.” I trailed my fingers over his chest until I slid them into his open shirt. “Think you can pleasure your woman when no one is watching?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “That depends. Did I managed to pleasure my Madam when everyone was watching?”

  “Oh, hell yeah, you did.” I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs so he could feel my panties. “Feel how wet you got me?”

  “Holy fuck.” He licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Yeah, I feel it, Ma’am. Let me take care of that for you. I promise to make it good.”

  I laughed a throaty laugh dredged up from my arousal. “Oh, Marshal DeVille, I know you will.”

  Despite my playful tone, he stiffened and his eyes widened as he searched my face. “What did you call me?”

  “Marshal DeVille. You know, because of the ti
n star you wore in the show.” I frowned. “Why? You had the stripper name Deputy Dick but Marshal fits you a lot better.”

  “Oh.” He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh yeah. Yeah, I forgot about that. You really think Marshal fits me better than Deputy?”

  “Oh yeah. You’d definitely be the one in charge rather than a lowly deputy in town.” I leaned into him and took his mouth in a sensual kiss. Glory, he tasted so good, like hot man and sexual desire. “Now, Marshal, take me back to my cabin and make love with me until I scream your name. And if you’re a good man, maybe I’ll let you ride me like a trick pony.”

  His eyes gleamed though I sensed a little unease. “Ma’am, you’re not a trick pony. You’re more of a wild mustang who needs to be gentled rather than broke.”

  “You think so?” I winked at him as I stepped back and took his hand. “Show me what you’ve got, Marshal.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  To my surprise, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me all the way to my cabin door like the hero from an old Western. The self-assured look on his face mixed with the sexy hat made my nipples harden and I cuddled closer to his chest, enjoying the irony. The Concrete Angels’ badass Enforcer played damsel to this hot Colorado cowboy.

  I gave him my keys and he opened the door, kicking it shut behind him before he let me down. Then he knelt at my feet and worked at pulling off my ankle boots. I didn’t stop him as he skimmed his hands up my thighs until they rested at my hips. But he didn’t get to his feet. He just knelt there, looking up at me with adoration and desire.

  “May I help you undress, Ma’am?”

  The deference in his tone and his patient confidence turned me on more than I expected. I fell deeper in love with him with each moment he waited on my answer. His raging hardon pushed at the front of his jeans, but he looked like he could wait all day on whatever I wanted to do.

  “Yes, you may, Coop.” He moved to undo my pants but I stilled his hands, waiting for him to meet my gaze again. “You may undress me and pleasure me with a pussy licking tonight, Coop. But before I let you between my legs, I want to see you strip slowly for me, and I want you to hold back long enough to make me come on your face and your cock. Can you do that for me?”

  The slow, cocky smile curling his lips damn near curled my toes. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  I nodded and he resumed his sensual removal of my clothes. He started with my pants, unfastening the button and sliding the zipper down. He licked his lips as he inhaled in front of my open fly but managed to push my pants and panties down to my ankles without doing more than enjoying my aroused scent. He carefully lifted my feet to step out of my clothes then kissed my thighs low enough to not push my instructions.

  “Come, Ma’am. Let me pamper you tonight.” He pulled my shirt off and moaned in pleasure at the sight of my breasts not held by a bra. “You’re gonna kill me, Ma’am. Do you walk around all the time without a bra?”

  “Most of the time.”

  He groaned as he threw his head back. “Damn, I’m gonna be hard all the time knowing you’re not wearing one.”

  “That’s good to know.” I winked at him as he ran his hands over my skin, the rough calluses on his fingers tightening my nipples even more.

  “You’re diabolical.” He lifted me again and carried me to the bed, setting me down gently. “Now, you wanted me undressed before I lick this pussy, is that right, Ma’am?”

  “Yes, that’s right.” I nodded. “But I want you to leave the hat on. There’s something sexy about a man eating pussy hidden by the brim of a nice hat. Gives a whole new meaning to “keeping it under your hat.” Get me?”

  He threw back his head and laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his shoulders. “Oh, yes, Ma’am. And I’ll definitely be keepin’ it under my hat from now on.”

  I squirmed on the bed at the thought of his tongue on my pussy lips but I enjoyed the sight of him getting naked in front of me. He pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, but paused before he bent to take off his boots.

  “You want the boots to stay on or not, Ma’am?”

  “Off, please. The only hard thing I want on your body is your cock.”

  He grinned. “Yes, Ma’am. I definitely have that covered.” He yanked off his boots and jeans, and wrapped a fist around his porn star-sized shaft. My mouth watered with the idea of him sliding that weapon into me, but I wanted his face between my legs more.

  “I want you, Coop. Come feast on my pussy. You’ve earned this reward for being such a great stripper, Marshal.”

  Again, he stiffened at the title and I wondered why it bothered him so, but he crawled onto the bed and settled on his belly between my legs with a grin.

  “You sure you want me to keep my hat on, Ma’am?”

  “Oh, yeah. Show me what you got, Coop.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  He lowered his head and his breath brushed across my wet nether lips. Just the caress of warmth sent more cream to my pussy as he inhaled deeply.

  “Damn, Ma’am. You smell so sweet and juicy. I’m gonna enjoy this.” Then he slid the flat of his tongue over my sensitive flesh.

  I groaned and tightened my hands in the bedsheets as I glanced down my body. I couldn’t see anything around the brim of that sexy hat, but I could feel him tickle my labia with his hot, wet tongue. The erotic sensation of his sensual touches mixed with my inability to see what he was doing turned me on so much. I loved the idea of me sitting at a table somewhere in public with Coop under its tablecloth, eating out my cunt without anyone the wiser. The effects of that hat while he feasted on my pussy were the same.

  He laved my pussy lips, working the tip of his tongue between them to stroke the individual folds. Each slide of his hot flesh against mine ratcheted up my arousal, sending sparks of pleasure across my vision. I whimpered and rocked my hips against his mouth as his hands cupped my buttocks.

  “Oh, glory, Marshal. Let me ride your face. Lick my pussy so good.”

  Coop hummed against my flesh as he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. More sparkles flashed across my vision as pleasure began to build toward my orgasm. Wet, slurping sounds came from between my legs, but his black Stetson hid the sight from me and drove my arousal higher.

  I tried to rock my hips harder, but his strong arm slid over my thigh and held me still while the other snaked between my legs, caressing my inner thigh. I wondered what he was up to until he thrust a finger into my aching pussy, making me gasp and moan.

  “Oh, glory, that’s so good, Marshal. Eat your Madam’s cunt.”

  He hummed his agreement and licked my folds like a kid with a melting ice cream cone. He slurped and groaned and added a second finger into my cunt, massaging my G-spot with pinpoint accuracy. I whimpered and tried to increase the friction of his motions, but he held me down and took his time. The sounds I made had turned into pleading whimpers as I writhed on the bed until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Sweet glory, Marshal. Make your Madam come. Make me come hard.”

  He thrust a third finger into my pussy while sucking hard on my clit and my release blew through me, shooting me out into the cosmos of pleasure, the sparkling erotic stars my only company.

  He lapped at me, letting me fly for as long as possible and cleaning my release from my pussy and thighs before he looked up at me. I settled back into my body as I watched him languorously lick my cum off his hand and it stoked the fires of arousal again.

  “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous when you come, Ma’am.” He caressed my thigh with his clean hand as he gazed at me. “I could eat you out all day and never get tired of watchin’ you hit your release.”

  “Come up here and kiss me with that mouth.” I grinned at him as he moved his body over mine, settling his hips into the cradle of my thighs. “And you can take your hat off now.”

  He paused long enough to toss the hat into the chair before he leaned down to give me his lips. They were ho
t and firm and smelled like me. When his tongue slid into my mouth, I dragged mine over it with ravenous intent. Damn I wanted him to fuck me more than I’d wanted anything in a long time. This was my true mate and I needed him inside my body where I could hold him safe and sacred.

  I pulled back and looked up at him, making sure I had his complete attention.

  “You’re mine, Cooper DeVille. You’ll always be mine, come hell or high water, and I won’t give you up for anything. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

  He swallowed hard, but arousal and yearning flared in his eyes. “I’m yours, Ma’am. I’ll always be yours, no matter what.” Then he leaned forward and kissed me again as if sealing the deal.

  “Very good, Coop. Let’s make it more official, shall we?”

  He pulled back, his eyebrows raised as I sat up and reached toward the bedside table.

  “Open the drawer for me and pull out what’s inside.”

  He snorted and leaned over. I’m pretty sure he thought I was asking for a condom or lube or something of that nature, but he frowned and tilted his head as he pulled out a little elegant velvet pouch.

  “Open it.”

  He pulled open the draw strings and dumped the glittering jewelry into his palm. Sturdy chains with small links connected to a hinged pendant with a dangling pink cultured pearl. He held it up and turned it around in his hands.

  “What’s this?”

  I smiled as I took it from him. “This, my sexy Marshal, is a gift for you from me. It’s a sign that you’re mine and belong to me. Scoot up here and show me your cock.”

  “My cock?”

  He obeyed, but his eyes widened as I unhooked the chains from the pendant and fitted them around his testicle sac and the base of his shaft.

  “See? It fits around your scrotum and penis so it won’t impede peeing or a hardon, and it’s adjustable to make the perfect fit.” I stroked his softening cock and it perked up again. “I want you to wear this as often as possible so I know you’re mine. It’s a little reminder of who you belong to and who will bring you your pleasure. What do you think?”