In to Her

Please, he continues. Not saying the word out loud.

I nod my agreement. Then say, “OK.”

“OK is right,” AJ says.

I turn around and find him holding a can of shaving cream.

“What?” I ask.

“Just… say yes,” AJ says, setting the can down on the countertop so he can fit a new blade on the end of my pink lady razor.

I used to wax my pussy regularly. It was something I did for me, not Chris. But the last few weeks… I just lost all interest in life and I stopped. So I have a dusting of fine hair covering my entrance.

Logan comes up behind me, pressing his hard cock into my back, and begins to wiggle my panties down my legs. They drop to the floor and I step out of them.

AJ takes his shirt off and I study his chest. His tattoos. His muscles.

He is a wall of man.

And when he takes off his jeans, his cock springs out like it has a life of its own. And like Logan’s, it’s so hard it stands up. And it’s so long, there’s a little curve at the end.

I know him now. He’s been inside me enough times for me to imagine that curve pressing up against my g-spot.

Wetness pools between my legs as my clit begins to thrum with anticipation.

He empties out a small bowl reserved for hand towels and fills it with hot water. Then he hands the razor to Logan, the bowl of water to me, and takes the can of shaving cream into the shower.

“Sit,” he says, pointing to the stone bench. “And open your legs wide for us.”

I suck in a breath of air. I’m nervous, I realize. I’ve never had a man shave me before. And it’s not like I’m afraid they’ll cut me. Hell, I don’t even care if they cut me at this point.

I’m just… turned on so hard, I might come before they’re done.

But I sit. And slowly, as I watch them watch me, I open my legs.

Chapter Twenty-Seven – LOGAN

Yvette bites her lip as she opens her legs. Looking up at me, then quickly averting her eyes. It’s an unconscious act of shyness that stirs up a feeling inside me I can’t quite identify.

She’s beautiful. No doubt. So yes, I’m attracted to her that way. I tug on my cock, an unconscious gesture on my part just like her lip-biting. But there’s more to these feelings than lust. I’ve had her several times, several ways, since we walked into her bar yesterday afternoon. This isn’t just animal instincts. It’s something else. Maybe a feeling of friendship? Or a desire for more time?

Because time is running out.

I need to take action and I can’t do that until she gives up the rest of her secrets about the kid. I have to know the truth about that before I can put any plans into action.

AJ sits down on the bench next to Yvette, drawing me out of my conflicting feelings, and bends one leg so he can place his foot on the bench in front of him, while leaning back into the corner.

Front-row seats, I guess.

He pulls on his cock, slowly jerking himself off as his eyes meet mine. “Well,” he says. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

I’ve always thought of AJ as a simple guy. He’s not hard to read like me. He wears his feelings all over his face, in his posture, and mostly speaks his mind in a blunt way that often comes off as dickish.

But I know him better. It’s not that he’s uncaring or ambivalent. He’s just practical about certain things. If someone fucks up and needs to be killed, he kills them. Problem solved. If he feels horny, he fucks someone. If he’s bored, he drinks, or plays poker, or goes for a long ride on his motorcycle.

What I’m not sure of—yet—is what he does when he’s into a girl.

Like Yvette, for instance.

Does he get possessive? I’ve never seen that. I’m fairly certain I’m not the only guy he shares girls with. I’ve never seen him with an actual girlfriend. Just a string of one-nighters.

Does it change his loyalties, I wonder? When he’s into someone?

I guess I’ll find out.

“Logan,” he says.

“What?” I ask, stepping forward to waiting Yvette. Her breathing has picked up a little and that only distracts me further.

“Come on, we’re waiting. Save your existential crisis for later.”

He’s joking, I know that. But he’s also not joking.

How much does he suspect? Does he know I’m here to kill him? Or have all his thug instincts been dulled by the distraction of this woman spreading her legs for me?

I inhale deep, then let it out as I bend down and place my hands on her knees, opening her legs up wider as I lean my head forward and lick her pussy.