Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jan Springer

  She undulated as he licked her pussy again, his powerful tongue turning into an erotic whip as he lashed her clit. Exquisite pleasure rushed through her. He held her hips tightly so she could barely move and literally ate her vagina. The heat of his lips fused over her pussy and he sucked so hard she instantly exploded.

  Shuddering waves ripped her apart. He devoured her. Tormented her. She fought to breathe as emotions and pleasure shot through her like a wanton tornado.

  “Perfect,” he gasped as he let go of her. He rose quickly, got into position in front of her, and she whimpered as his thick cockhead pressed between her labia folds. Clutching his biceps, she clenched her teeth as he worked his thick cock into her. Oh, God, had he been this big last time? Unbelievable pressure pillaged her as her vagina muscles stretched and gave way, accepting the huge intruder. He withdrew, and as he thrust into her again, he took her mouth in another plundering kiss that rocked her to her very core.

  He stroked his cock into her, entering her with long thrusts that were strong and pushed her toward a climax. He was so big inside her. She could feel every inch of him now, where their first time had been so frenzied and quick she’d just let the sensations whip through her. Now, he was taking his time, making sure she was feeling him. Feeling the heady kiss and the long, torturously slow thrusts.

  He began to pump harder, and she knew he must be feeling the power steamrolling toward them. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching the desperate thrusts of his cock.

  And then Teyla was there. Ecstasy. It burst through her with a white-hot lightning speed. Her thoughts melted and she became one with him, their bodies fusing.

  He swept her soul away, stripped her emotions bare with his driving strokes, and when it was finally over, the spasms in her vagina ebbed away as they held onto each other. She listened to his heavy breathing, committed the sound to her memory, knowing she wanted to keep all the intimate details of him in her mind so she could unbury them after he was gone. Unbury them during the long, cold nights she spent alone.

  “I’m going out to the barn to get some food,” he said as he finally pulled out of her. She watched him tie off the condom and toss it into the wastebasket she kept in her kitchen.

  “Get dressed. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he ordered.

  She made a move to bend over and retrieve the negligee, but he stopped her.

  “There is another package in there.” He nodded to a saddlebag slung over the back seat of another chair.

  “Put what’s in there on. Leave the robe off.”

  She nodded and numbly watched him stroll to the side door, where he slid his big bare feet into his boots. Grabbing a sweater he’d left on the hook, he swept it over his glistening tanned body and then donned his leather jacket.

  Without a backward glance, he opened the door and then the screen door. Stepping outside, he shut the door behind him. The sound of it felt like a door closing on her heart. Sadly, reality rushed in, and bitter tears swept into her eyes.

  For a moment, he’d made her feel. Made her remember what it felt like to be loved again.

  Dammit! Why had she allowed him to kiss her? To allow him into her heart so easily? She was an object to him. Nothing more. What had she expected him to do, anyway? Look back at her and say “See you later, my love?” Or, “I’ll miss you while I’m gone?”

  God, she was so pathetic. Why was she reacting so emotionally? What in the world had she gotten into with this guy?

  * * * *

  Stepping onto the porch, Logan moved quickly, avoiding the miniscule buttery glow of lamplight splashing from the kitchen windows. Settling in the shadows, he waited several minutes, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Skimming the dark prairie horizon, he checked for any kind of movement and saw nothing. No one but he and that lady doctor knew he was here. His partners would find out tonight or in the morning when they visited her, and he’d instructed her to send them over tomorrow.

  The doctor had been recommended by others in the gang he rode with. They said she was a woman known for treating injuries and not asking questions. Obviously, she took her Hippocratic Oath seriously and treated everyone the same. They said she was trustworthy.

  Despite their reassurances, he couldn’t shed the wariness of the hunted. He’d lived this way for a couple of years now, and his instincts of being careful and alert had kept him alive. After meeting her his instincts also confirmed that Dr. Liz could be trusted. Nonetheless, it didn’t hurt to be careful. He’d just stay here in the shadows for a couple more minutes, keeping an eye out.

  He’d be lying if he denied he’d been turned on when the woman doctor touched his balls and cock while examining him. According to the other members of the gang, anyone in this area who wished to purchase a clean pleasure girl for the evening went through Dr. Elizabeth Brandywine. Getting a clean bill of health had been worth it because she’d sent him here to Teyla. He was damned glad, too, that when Spencer, Cassidy, and he picked straws, he’d been the one who’d picked the short straw between the three of them, allowing him to check out the prostitute first.

  Whenever the gang did a job and broke up for safety reasons, he rode with his two friends. The three of them enjoyed sharing a woman. They also took turns in going to one first. The other two would take baths in a nearby town and get drunk. Celebrate the success of their latest job. Spend some of the stolen money. He was glad they’d screwed Baron again. Screwed him in his big fat pocketbook, right where it hurt him the most.

  Logan smiled as the sweet feeling of satisfaction purred through him at the thought of Moneybags Baron, as they liked to call the rich, pudgy man, getting word that the Durango gang had taken out his train payload. Again. Despite outrunning the posse that had been on their tail for over a week, they’d split the Durango gang into three groups. His trio had come across the state line into Canada and had managed to give the posse the slip a couple of nights ago when they hit the Bow River. The success of the job had been cause for celebration, and he’d get drunk, but first he wanted Teyla again. Yeah, he’d really enjoy taking her both times. Her cream was hot and delicious as it flowed into his mouth. Her scent sensual and arousing. Man, and the hot way she moaned when he fucked her, well, she just made him crave her badly. So bad that he wanted to take her into his arms every time he was near her.

  A sudden urge to hurry out to the barn and get the grub prompted him to shift his ass into gear. Withdrawing his gun from where he’d left it in his leather jacket pocket , he quickly crossed the yard toward the barn. He wasn’t expecting any trouble as he’d done a good job covering his tracks from the doc’s place. But he always liked to keep a gun handy, just in case.

  As he neared the barn, the urge hit him to go around back to the greenhouse where she’d been working all day. There was a nip of frost in the air, and he wondered how her plants fared in this daily cold environment, compliments of the Catastrophe, but then he stopped himself short. Her greenhouse and her plants were no concern of his. She was a pleasure girl. A woman to be used for his pleasure and then he’d ride out and never look back. Just like he’d done with the other ladies of the evening he’d been with. But this time, the idea of simply riding out and leaving this woman behind didn’t sit well with him. Cursing himself, he bypassed the barn and headed for that greenhouse.

  Chapter Four

  Teyla was trembling as she placed the chopped carrots and cubed potatoes into the boiling water sitting on her solar-operated stove. Compliments of the solar panels on the roof of her farmhouse, she’d been able to have access to hot water, a stove, and a bath, simply by switching over batteries when one was drained. It had been her husband’s idea when they’d first moved in, several years before the Catastrophe struck. Being in such a rural place with frequent violent snowstorms in the winter and thunderstorms in the summer, the backup solar energy when the electricity went out came in handy. Neither of them had anticipated exactly how good that idea would be until the electrical grids across
the entire world fried during those solar flares. Last she’d heard, it would take years before her farm would be hooked to the grid again.

  Until then, she could only hope the solar parts she had on hand wouldn’t break on her. Solar parts were very expensive on the markets. Any type of light creation such as candles, matches, oil lamps, gas lamps or any heat creation items such as wood stoves and pellet stoves could cost an arm and a leg. Thankfully, she had a cast-iron wood-burning stove in the kitchen as well as fireplaces in each of the bedrooms of her century-old farmhouse. Speaking of fireplaces and wood stoves, she’d tossed even more wood onto the fire crackling in their bedroom, no, correct that, her bedroom, as well as shoving more wood into the cast-iron stove, so it was nice and toasty in here.

  She’d also checked his saddlebag, the one he’d slung over the back of the chair, and had been surprised at the arrangement of knives, guns, and ammo he kept in there. Way too much for somebody just passing through. But it was none of her business, she told herself, reminding herself that Dr. Liz had sent him, so he would be fine.

  So she’d brought the money he’d had in the feed sack downstairs to the basement and hid it in the fruit cellar behind a shelf. She’d quickly checked the amount and it was exactly half of what he owed her, as he’d said. Having that much money in her hands, in her basement, caused her to be nervous. It was just way too good to be true. Great sex and getting paid for it. Amazing. She’d also dressed in the clothing he’d indicated in that package. The negligee was similar in style to the other one, except this one was black, the skirt part was quite short, revealing the thin panty she wore underneath. A panty that also had a wide opening so he would have easy access to her.

  She worried her lip and gazed down at herself, whimpering as she caught sight of her bare breasts sticking out seductively through the openings. She’d been stunned to discover he wanted her to wear such a provocative garment. But after her initial reaction, her pussy had clenched with such a desperate need to have him buried deep inside of her again that she’d been surprised at enjoying the erotic sensations shimmering through her at the thought of Logan gazing upon her breasts while she wore something he’d picked out.

  She couldn’t believe how easily he’d taken control of her body. Couldn’t understand why she wanted him back in here with her so badly. Was it loneliness? Had she been living out here by herself for too long? It hadn’t bothered her too much. She’d always been a bit of a loner, preferring her own company to others. Her husband had been the exception. He’d been the same as her. An introvert like herself.

  They’d been true nerds, interested in farming the old-fashioned way and creating organic foods for their community. That was how she still made some of her income. Growing organic food in her greenhouse out back. Not that people cared if the food was organic or not these days. Empty bellies made people desperate, and they accepted all kinds of crap on the market.

  But she’d managed to keep her vegetables clean and her prices from skyrocketing, refusing to take advantage of the desperation that was so rampant nowadays. During her last trip to town a few weeks ago, the last her horse had taken before he died of old age, she’d heard that in some cities people were turning cannibalistic out of desperation for meat. They were reverting to kidnapping people off the streets, killing them and cooking them, preserving them and even selling them as meat.

  Teyla forced those horrid thoughts away. She preferred to live in her own fantasy world out here. Beyond her property was none of her concern. It was better this way. It kept her nerves intact. Nerves that unfortunately, weren’t quite intact at remembering Logan saying he wanted the agreement to include her having sex with his friends.

  A wave of anguish washed over her. Three men? Oh lord. How would she be able to handle that? Would she be embarrassed or react as she had with Logan, easily succumbing to pleasure? She’d never given up total control to a client before.

  At the sound of his boots on the steps outside, she resisted the impulse to dash over to the chair where she’d laid her robe over the back of a chair. No, she wouldn’t hide herself from him.

  He was her client. He was paying for her services. She was glad she’d applied some more delicate perfume on her wrists. It would cover the scent of her arousal. At least she hoped so. She didn’t want him to know how hot she was for him. She needed to keep things strictly professional.

  She felt anything but professional as the door creaked open. God help her, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing over her shoulder and gasping at the erotic sensations wrapping around her like a seductive glove when she caught sight of how wide his shoulders were as he stepped inside the kitchen, his arms laden with a pile of firewood. Kicking the door shut behind him, he stopped when he caught sight of her watching him. His dark eyes literally glowed with appreciation.

  “Turn around,” he instructed. His voice sounded thick and aroused, and when she did as he asked and turned to face him, his gaze zeroed in on her exposed breasts. Her pussy creamed at the carnal look of promise flickering across his face.

  “Put on your robe. I’ll take you later. After we eat.”

  She creamed at his words. I’ll take you later. Gosh, what in the world was her problem with this guy? First he wanted her robe off, now on. Grabbing her robe, she slipped it on and returned to her chopping and trying to ignore how small her kitchen suddenly seemed with him in it. He placed the firewood down on top of the current pile before heading back out the door again without so much as an explanation. She was thankful for his disappearance, for it gave her a moment to catch her breath.

  The scorching way he made her feel, when his gaze had dropped to her bare breasts lit a fierce fire of need coursing inside her. It was insane, the sexy way he made her feel. Everything about this client was so wrong. What she was feeling for him was wrong.

  She shouldn’t be anticipating their next sex session with such enthusiasm. Why wasn’t she embarrassed at wearing these revealing clothes he’d told her to wear? Why was she so easily following all his instructions without a second thought?

  Because he’s your client. That’s what he pays you for, stupid. She should be going up to him, unbuckling his pants, teasing him, playing the part of the prostitute and reaching inside his pants to keep him aroused. She should be all over him like she forced herself to do with the other men she entertained. Instead, she was letting him pleasure her and she was making him supper, like she was a domesticated wife.

  Teyla blinked as a sudden roar of surprise washed over her. She hadn’t cooked anything for a man since her husband.

  Okay. She was definitely lonely. Apparently that’s what had to be going on, but why with this guy? Why Logan? With a man who was going to share her with his two buddies? Maybe it was some sort of forbidden fantasy syndrome. Yeah. That’s what it must be.

  One thing she knew for sure, she was attracted to him because of his confidence. She’d never met a man who could so easily speak of sex, bring her such pleasure, or want to share her with other men. To her, those traits were sexy. It spoke of confidence in his ability in the bedroom. No shyness. And, yes, she had to be totally nuts to believe all this bullshit she was telling herself. But believe it she did.

  He returned a few moments later with a saddlebag slung over his shoulder. He looked like a biker cowboy minus the cowboy hat. His leather jacket creaked as he lifted the worn black leather saddle off his shoulder and plopped it on the kitchen table.

  “I’ve got salted bacon. Throw it into whatever you’re making,” he said as he withdrew a pink paper-wrapped package the size of a shoebox and tossed it onto the counter near her. “I got it at the butcher shop that just opened up in the nearest town. The bacon is salted and smoked. Should last you a few months, if you go easy on it. Don’t share it with any of your customers. It’s for you only.”

  Emotions thick and raw welled, tightening Teyla’s throat. No one had ever given her such an extravagant gift. She accepted the item without a word. Not that she could
say anything at the moment, anyway. From its weight alone, she bet the bacon must have cost him a small fortune, and she simply could not believe her luck. With shaking fingers, she unwrapped the package and her mouth watered at the succulent-looking choice cuts. She’d never been a vegetarian type and had always enjoyed her meat, being raised on a cattle farm before marrying. She appreciated the work involved in raising animals for food. The Catastrophe had made the price of meat skyrocket, and Teyla couldn’t remember the last time she’d had store-bought meat, let alone bacon.

  Tonight’s supper, no doubt, would be a feast. She could almost taste the salty meat melting over her tongue, and it looked so fresh and healthy. Removing several precut slabs, she chopped them and placed them into the boiling water. Gosh, she felt like a queen tonight. A man had sexually satisfied her twice with the promise of more to come, plus he had provided decent meat for supper.

  The scrape of the chair indicated he was sitting down at the kitchen table, and she could feel his scorching gaze watching her as she rewrapped the rest of the meat. She’d place it in the fruit cellar later.

  “Did you count the money? Make sure it was all there?” he asked in a teasing tone, obviously noting his money had disappeared.

  “Is there a reason why I can’t trust you?” she asked as she shook some store-bought pepper and herbs from her greenhouse into the soup.

  With the bacon, she probably didn’t need any salt. Besides, salt cost just as much as meat. She’d taste the soup a bit later when the meat was thoroughly boiled and add some if needed.

  “You never did give me an answer regarding bondage.”

  “I didn’t?” she answered a bit too quickly and a bit too breathlessly. The question had caught her off guard, and she felt flustered.

  “No, you didn’t,” he said firmly.

  No, she guessed she hadn’t. That he would bring up the subject again and not force bondage on her said something about this guy, didn’t it?