all
reason. My hand reached down, between us and I grabbed his cock
through his jeans, taking hold of my prize in in a tight grip.
“ Christ... ” he groaned, in
response.
His fingers began traveling up my inner
thigh to the top. To the most desperate part of me.
I was steaming hot, soaking wet and dying
for him to touch me there. He probed around as I squeezed and
stroked at the object of my desires, working it through the soft
denim.
Blood pounded in my ears, as his fingers
began rubbing inside the edges of my shorts and panties, spreading
my wetness.
“ Omigod... yes... yes... ” I panted,
praying for more and more of this delicious experience; the
pressure of his perfect fingers stroking me.
My grip tightened around him. I needed all of that inside me like nothing else.
A small click and a long draw of breath
invaded our space..
“Well now . .. look at this... can I
join the party?” Mickey's voice broke through our heated delirium,
throwing a bucket of ice over our passion.
“ Shit ... fuck off Mickey...” Joshua
groaned.
I pushed Joshua away. The both of us seemed
to find our sudden comedown, from that high point of arousal, to be
both painful and hard to manage.
“We'll finish this later, when we don't have
a fucking audience,” he said quietly.
“No... consider this done.” I corrected
him.
“Oh c'mon you want it as much as I do.”
“I had a hormonal surge. I'm over it
now.”
“Goddamit woman, what is it with you, huh?
One minute you're fire, the next you're ice...”
“I'm having an hormonal day. Normally I'm
just ice.”
“Hmm... let me know when the thaw sets
in.”
“Don't hold your breath it ever will.”
Joshua turned and stalked off, glaring at
Mickey as he passed him at the doorway of the bar.
I leaned up against the wall to support
myself and recover from the shock.
He'd placed an all out assault on my senses.
Desire of this magnitude had never invaded me before. I could still
feel his hands on my naked skin, his fingertips stroking my sex,
his tongue in my mouth, tasting and claiming.
That was a serious sexual meltdown.
Thank God Mickey had come outside when he
had.
What would I have let him do? Go the whole
way, in a fucking dirty alleyway?
My eyes filled with hot stinging tears. I
swallowed and gulped them back.
Why had I come out here with him?
Hadn't I told myself I couldn't resist
him?
Well this had proven it beyond a doubt.
I was such a stupid idiot.
I couldn't stop the tears brimming and
rolling down my cheeks.
Hadn't Mom's mistakes taught me anything at
all?
I was as weak as she was.
And that scared me.
Chapter Four
Mickey strode up to me and ignoring my
tearful distress, began to rip into me verbally.
“Taking a quick fuck break are ya? I'm gonna
have to dock your wages, girl.” He folded his arms and gave me a
filthy and very unamused look.
“It wasn't like that. I felt sick,” I
lied.
“I guess Lyle had his tongue way too far
down your throat, sugar.”
“ Oh shut up !” I was too annoyed with
myself and with Mickey to be embarrassed at what he'd seen.
“Pretty cute act you've got going.”
“What act?”
“I guess you know the Lyle's own half the
town.”
“So?”
“So... like to aim high, do ya? You do
spread 'em, for the right kinda cash.”
“ Excuse me ? No I don't. ” I
spluttered indignantly.
“You don't fool me with your little routine,
and you won't fool him for long either. He'll work it out.”
“What are you talking about? There's
nothing to work out.”
“Oh quit the yelping, for fuck's sake,
you're hurtin' my ears. Now get your scheming little panties back
on the job, it's what I'm paying you for.”
His voice followed me inside and a
unpleasant shudder of premonition rolled through me.
I shook it off and distracted myself by
working hard and keeping my eyes trained on the customers and the
bar.
I had tunnel vision.
Customer. Drink. Glasses. Ice. Till.
I finished cleaning the glasses and