Chapter 31

As we trundled along the interstate, headed home, a chilly morning breeze slipped through my close-cropped hair. While tightening my grip on her Mustang’s steering wheel, I glanced at Cindy curled on the passenger seat with her eyes shut. In only a loose pair of tan shorts and a white blouse tied beneath her braless breasts, she was silent but for tired whimpers whenever a tremor rippled through her. Due to an accident up ahead, the heavy traffic was stop and go. And as we pulled to a halt once more, my exhausted brain meandered through memories of the weekend.

Of course, Yeshia had reappeared Saturday night. Since the store was closed on Sunday, she’d stayed with us until earlier that Monday morning. After riding them both and letting them ride me, every muscle in my body ached. At the merest thought of hardening, my shaft throbbed with pain. Right as we inched into the shade of a yellow and blue eighteen-wheeler, Cindy sighed and opened her eyes.

“Now what, Hiram?” Even as another tremor sent a wince across her face, she managed a chuckle. “I’m all slutted out. God, I never thought ... I mean, you’re always amazing with me. But, damn, both of us. You are impressive—”

Just as she was about to continue, her lips sealed. At my glance, her narrowing emerald pools blinked. She was going to add, “my love.” As my sore fingers squeaked on the sweat-slick leather, my heartbeat thumped. At the wafting stench of burning diesel fuel, the queasiness in my stomach increased. Why?

Because she’d cried that out in the night. Over and over. “My love.” And I’d said nothing.

No matter how much I loved her, I simply couldn’t admit it anymore. It hurt too much. Sometime soon, I’d be leaving with Chanelle. Not even Yeshia’s sleek, ravenous body could distract me from the upcoming trip. Not that the insatiable dark angel hadn’t come darned close. But she’d failed. Even as we’d all lay in a crumpled, sweaty mass, staring at each other, they’d both failed.

And, as we drew closer to our little world, the future hadn’t disappeared. It also drew nearer.

“Now what? Well, first, I return you to your husband, Mrs. Jenkins.”

At the chill in my voice and use of her married name for the first time since our departure for Atlanta, Cindy sucked in air through clenching teeth. While crushing the wheel, my hands squeaked louder. When the blue pickup in front of us stopped short, I locked up the brakes. As the car swayed, we lurched forward in our seatbelts.

“And then?” With her voice barely a whisper, the rims of her eyes filled with tears. Air hitched in her throat as she held in the first sob. “Are, are y—you done with me, Hiram? Is that it? Goodbye? A—After everything.”

With my heart twisting so hard my entire chest throbbed, the worst part was the answer was “yes.” Not because I wanted to leave her, but what choice did I have? Stay with her and let Chanelle drift from my life. While also remaining in a place that hated me as much as I despised it. As my silence dragged on, Cindy’s sobbing intensified.

“I thought ... I thought you loved me, Hiram? You’d said...” As she stared deeper at me, her voice hardened. “You promised! Never to abandon me. You said that.”

“But you’re the one who told me to live for the now.” My voice was distant as I stared at the headlights ahead of us. “To seize chances. Take risks. I’m not abandoning you. I’m quitting Georgia.”

“What? What do you mean?” She swept a glistening drop on her lower eyelid aside with her shaking fingertips.

“I’m leaving. Going to Las Vegas. Chanelle’s moving there. And I’m going with her.”

At first, she was silent, gazing out at the blocked traffic. After a long exhale, she chewed on her glossy lips. Although she sniffled, the sobbing had died.

“When?” she whispered.

“Right after Thanksgiving.”

“So ... it’s not me? You’re not abandoning me? Only”—she waved her hand around before turning to me with a tiny grin—”here. This place.”

“Yes. But—”

“But nothing. I want you in my life, Hiram. Denny trusts you. With me. And—”

I had to speak. She was about to say she loved me again. And my heart ached so much. Because of course, I loved Cindy. But...

“Chanelle thinks this is only business,” flew from my lips before my brain could stop the thought. “I told Chanelle I was getting paid to sleep with you.”

Although I was braced for an angry response, my chest froze at Cindy’s teeth, sinking into her cracked lower lip. As one eyebrow arched high, her emerald pools twinkled.

“So, wait a minute. If my husband keeps paying, can I continue to see you? In Vegas?”

“Uh...” My word-maker locked up. Did I mention Chanelle also knew about our feelings for each other? Nope. Why complicate things for Cindy? She’d only worry more. Be more jealous as well as sad.

“Would you like that, Hiram?” As she spoke, Cindy’s voice grew husky. The sultry tone sent blood racing inside me. “I’ll continue being your nasty little white whore.”

With her glittering eyes on me, her fingers went to the knot of the blouse. As a sly grin slid onto her face, I scanned the neighboring cars and the cab of an approaching truck. In one swift motion, she had it untied. After tearing the white material wide, she ripped it away and tossed it into the rear seat.

“Do you still want me, baby?” Her voice had a desperate edge to it.

As I glimpsed the well-chewed iron-hard points surrounded by my large red handprints, I swallowed. Even as I formed a response, Cindy’s fingers tore at the shorts, shoving them and her panties down her twisting legs. At the sight of her battered cleft, and glistening puffy crimson petals, my pulse raced. Though it sent spikes of pain deep into me, my cock swelled. After shifting, she spread her legs and slid a fingertip along her gleaming slit.

“Yes,” hissed from my shaking lips. “Yes, I still want you, Mrs. Jen—Cindy.”

“I want you so much, baby.” Her voice was airy as the fingernail became ever shinier, gliding deeper into her seam. “Even though every stretched—overstretched—inch of my pussy hurts, I still crave you, Hiram. I’m sorry, but I do. Yeshia was a sweet little treat, but I hunger for you.”

After catching the truck driver’s wide-eyed stare, I gulped and moved us forward. With my mind awhirl, I crushed the leather on the steering wheel. Cindy would remain mine? My whore. I caught the glint in her eyes. And my lover. Would that make any sense? To keep our secret.

“And I hunger for you,” slipped from me, followed by a moan, when her other hand settled atop my tightening crotch.

“Who fucked you better, Hiram? Me or Yeshia?”

“I’d call it a tie.” After a laugh, a stronger groan pulled from me under her pressing palm.

“A tie! You—” A smile burst onto her face as her laughter joined mine. After pushing her curving finger deeper into her shimmering abused petals, her breath hitched. “Oh. Uh. S—She did fuck you pretty good. Oh, mmm.” With her finger buried, she stared at me as her voice rose. “And wow! Hiram, I’ve never had my pussy eaten like that. Mmm, damn, she knew all the tricks.”

“All?” I reached over to run my fingers along the silky skin of her slow-moving arm. Goosebumps erupted beneath my fingertips.

“Yes, Hiram. All. Who knew being with girls would be so different? You gonna phone her?” she asked before driving her head into the seat back as her finger plunged. High-pitched and winding, a moan slid from her wincing lips. Pleasure trumped pain. Oh, I understood that as my painful mast throbbed with growing need.

“Told you ... Um, I’m heading to Vegas.” I took my hand away to grip the wheel as traffic slowed once more.

“So what? If you call her”—Cindy’s head rolled to face me. As the glistening finger swept in slow circles within her puffy folds, her red lips sank into her mouth—”I’ll bet you ... Mmm. Oh, fuck. Mmm. Damn, I miss you again, baby. She’ll ... She’ll drop everything to visit you. Oh. Oh. Anywhere on the planet.”

“And what about you?” I asked with a taut grin as my eyes flicked between the road, her sweeping shiny knuckle and her blazing emerald pools.

“If you call me, Hiram—”

After tugging her glossy finger free, she shifted to unzip my jeans and ease my bruised but hardened shaft into the morning sunlight. For a brief second, she was going to continue speaking, but instead dropped her mouth to my tip. Despite the pain shooting through me, her lips were pure warm velvet. So soothing. After a long slurp that had my toes curling tight, she lifted to grin at me.

“No, when you call me, baby, I’ll be on the next fucking plane. Like a good—”

“—little white whore,” I finished before laughing.

My laughter died in a loud, winding groan when her head flew downward to engulf me. As I gasped for air, she shoved my fat knob into her throat and devoured the entire length of my aching rod. By the time she’d lifted high enough to clamp my helmet rim, the pain had wandered away. When she sank all the way down once more, nothing but waves of pleasure remained.

Naked but for her shoes, Cindy got comfortable, shifting to kneel on the passenger seat. Her fingers gripped my wrist and tugged my hand to her head. Only then did she begin.

What did she begin?

Magic. Pure fucking magic.

Unlike the drive to Atlanta, Cindy sucked on me the entire way home. No, that’s nowhere near accurate. Cindy didn’t suck me. With her silken tongue; warm, soft mouth; and gentle, unceasing fingers, she made love to my cock. Each time my melting brain stuttered and my twitching muscles tensed, she’d pull away. With a playful grin and twinkling eyes, she’d let me calm before once more swallowing me or dragging her swirling tongue along my shaft.

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