I stiffened in his hold. Where would people be to observe us? I couldn't look around and search and give ourselves away.
"No, don't lose that stiff backbone now, sweetheart."
I angled my head to the side so he could have better access.
"I won't fuck you with an audience, and besides, you're too sore, but we'll have to give everyone a show. Will that make you hot, being watched?"
I moaned at the idea. Knowing Wiley was here to take care of me, I had to let go, to let him do his job.
I turned my head so I could kiss along his neck this time, my hands tangling in his hair. "Yes," I replied, my voice breathy. Anyone who was observing would think I liked his attentions, which was completely true. "A woman named Sheila runs the establishment."
"Good. I'll track her down. Later. First though, trust me, sweetheart," he murmured, before he stepped back. My skin was overheated and my nipples were tight.
"Where's that peppermint stick?" he asked.
I held it in my hand, forgotten.
"Suck it."
The candy's flavor was like sweet ice against my tongue. I'd had a peppermint stick before from the mercantile owner in Zenith, but that had been years earlier. It made my mouth water and my lips and tongue tingle.
Wiley sat down on the edge of the bed, toed off his shoes and began taking off his shirt as he spoke. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Piper," I replied.
"Well, Piper, how much is good cock suck?"
His crude words had me pausing, then I pushed away from the wall. "Oh, um. A dollar."
He pulled a coin from his pants and slapped it onto the table beside the bed.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
He knew the answer, but I knew this was all for show so I played along.
"No."
"But you're new."
"Yes."
"Ever had your pussy eaten out?"
I flushed at the image in my mind; Wiley's head between my thighs, his large hands holding me still as his thumbs parted my pussy lips and he licked me. Everywhere. He even nibbled and sucked on the bundle of nerves he called my clit. I heated all over just thinking about the pleasure he'd wrought from my body with just his tongue. I nodded.
"Ever sucked a cock before?"
"No," I replied.
"Good. I like knowing I'll be your first. I'm going to teach you how to suck my cock." He shucked his shirt to the floor and opened the front of his pants. "Pretend the candy's my cock. You're doing an excellent job at sucking on it. Take it out of your mouth and lick around the top. Good, like that."
He grasped his erect cock at the base in his fist, sliding it up and down in a slow motion. Clearly he had no concern about being observed. I decided I would forget about anyone else and concentrate solely on Wiley. It wasn't a hard task, for the sight mesmerized me, the way he worked himself and knowing what felt good, but my inner walls clenched down in anticipation of being filled by such a beast. I wanted him to fuck me, but not here. Not now.
"See how I'm running my fist up and down the base, take the candy into your mouth so it touches the back of your throat, then back out."
I did as he said, almost transfixed by his words. "The candy is much narrower than my cock, but it will give you an idea of what it feels like to have something nudge that far in your mouth."
When the hard stick touched the back of my throat, my eyes watered and I coughed, quickly pulling the candy out. "I...I can't," I sputtered.