His Toy: A Bad Boy Romance

3. Michelle

MichelleWe sped down the highway in his old, busted up jalopy of a car. Compared to the fancy sports cars I'd been in lately on my “dates,” this thing was a hunk of trash with wheels. But to me, right then, it might as well have a been a chariot.

“Thank you again,” I said as we whipped through the desert, the stars spread like heaven's blanket up above us, the moon casting its ivory shadow over the landscape. “I still can't believe I got stranded there like that.”

“What happened with that anyways? What kind of asshole would leave a pretty thing like you high and dry?”

I blushed a little and turned away from him.

I wanted to tell him the truth. I really did. But how do you just come out and tell a guy you're an escort? That you go on dates with old rich men for money, and you occasionally hop in the sack with them? But that you're not a w***e, even if your boss is pushing you to become one?

“That bad, huh?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Not really. It was just a misunderstanding, that's all.”

He snorted. “One hell of a misunderstanding, you ask me.”

Just then, the car began to slow, and a bright red light popped up on his dashboard. “s**t,” he muttered, hitting the brakes and pulling the car over to the side of the road as steam began to pour out from underneath the hood. “Goddamn car!”

“What's wrong?” I asked, my voice a little panicked. “Is everything okay?”

“Goddamn radiator, that's all,” he said, swearing under his breath as the tires crunched on the shoulder gravel. “Have a coolant leak, I think, and it's been acting up.” He reached beneath the dash and popped the hood with a dull clunk.

I frowned as I looked out at the nighttime desert. It looked awfully lonesome out here, even if it was a beautiful kind of lonesome.

He opened the driver’s side door and went to get out.

“Think we should call a tow truck?” I asked, a little worried we'd be stuck here all night, or end up having to walk all the way to the Mansion.

With his head sticking in through the open door, he barked a short shot of laughter. “I spent my last wad of cash back there at the table, babe. Nah, we'll just wait it out. Happens every so often; it should be fine. Just need to let it cool down, then I can add some more coolant.”

“How long will that be, do you think?”

“Hour or so, I guess. You got somewhere to be?”

I smirked. “Guess not. All my plans for the evening dried up when I got left at that bar.”

He laughed and shut the door behind him, going to the front and lifting the hood. Steam billowed up around him as he waved it away.

I looked out the window and stared up at the sky. Out here, away from all the lights, the stars were a million tiny lamps lighting the world. When I did finally make it to LA, I knew I'd miss this.

I opened my door and climbed out of the car, the cool desert air chilling my skin and sending goosebumps up and down my bare arms. I closed the door behind me and walked to the back of the car, leaning back against the trunk. I craned my head back as I gazed up at the stars like a little girl, my mouth open in wonder. It really was a beautiful night. Not a cloud in the sky to mar all of creation.

One of the car doors opened and closed, and gravel crunched behind me as Frost came around to stand beside me. “Here,” he said as he draped a heavy leather coat over my shoulders, “it's cold outside.”

The smell of leather, old cigars, and general age filled my nose as I snuggled deeper into the heavy coat. “Thanks,” I whispered as he wrapped a strong arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.

“Welcome,” he murmured, pulling me into his side. Warm radiated from his body, like it was hotter than the overheated engine. “Do this a lot? Star gazing, I mean?”

There was something about this man, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. He was strong, tough, a real bruiser. I knew that. But he was soft and tender, too. I idly began to wonder what his hands would feel like on the rest of my body. I leaned my head against his chest. “Thank you again,” I said.

“Don't mention it,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. “I'd hate to think of what could have happened to you if you stayed in that place.” His hand moved from my shoulders, down to my back, then up again.

Thoughts of what Daddy had demanded of me went through my mind. A shiver went through my body as I remembered Zeke and his horrible teeth and pockmarks covering his cheeks.

“Still cold?” he whispered. “We could go sit in the car.”

I pulled back from his chest and shook my head as I looked up into his hazel eyes. Wow! They were beautiful, the way they seemed to twinkle in the moonlight. Just like two of those stars above us, snatched from the sky. My eyes flickered down to his full lips, and I licked mine slightly.

It had been so long since I'd actually slept with a man I really wanted to. Not just as a freebie, but as a real, honest-to- goodness moment driven by just attraction and lust. This man was nothing like the occasional businessman I let f**k me. He was different. Hard, tough. A real man.

He brushed a curl from my face, his big fingers callused and worn. We looked into each other's eyes once more, like we were searching for new lands. He lowered his lips to mine as I went up on my tiptoes to meet him.

His kiss was hard as his body, intense and urgent as his lips crushed mine, the short stubble on his face brushing my skin wonderfully. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and flicked its tip over mine.

I groaned as I opened my mouth to him, a sudden need to be f****d welling up inside of me. I wanted this man, and I wanted him now.

He gathered me in close to his body, his hands running up and down my back, moving down to my butt. He pulled me into him, pressing his growing thickness into my belly. “Damn, you're beautiful,” he groaned as he broke our kiss, his mouth moving down to my neck. “I just want to bend you over the back of my car now and f**k you right here.”

That was a thought I could get behind. Or rather, in front of. Something about being out here, in the middle of nowhere, with just the stars as our witness, or maybe the occasional passing car, got me going. I tilted my head to the side, my eyes rolling back as his lips found a spot on my neck that might as well have been a mainline right between my legs. I purred as I pushed back into his hands, urging them to grip me tighter.

He squeezed my cheeks hard, so hard I knew he'd leave little fingertip-shaped bruises on my ass the next day.

I moaned low as I reached down between us and ran my hand over the front of his tight jeans. He had quite the surprise growing in there, and part of me couldn't wait to see it. The other part? It couldn't wait to feel it! “What's stopping you, cowboy?”

Frost growled as I stroked him through his jeans, his hands roughly kneading my firm butt. He brought his lips back to mine and kissed me hard again.

I drew back a little under the force of the kiss, loving how insistent he was. I liked a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. I worked at his belt with both hands, my fingers frantic as they tried to get at him.

He ran a hand over the front of my dress, his fingers brushing over my n****e through the thin fabric.

I groaned into his mouth, my body shivering with lust as I unfastened his jeans. I bit his lower lip and sucked it into my mouth.

Panting, he pulled at a n****e, lightly tweaking it.

Pleasure and pain coursed through me, and I pushed my breast into his hand, my back arching as I worked his zipper down and slipped my hand inside. “What do we have here?” I whispered in the cool night.

He turned me around roughly then, lifting the back of my dress.

I yelped in surprise as I was flipped around like that. I went to twist around, to look at him, but he stopped me.

“No,” he said, his voice low and full of authority as he pushed up against me from behind. “Hands on the trunk. Now.” His c**k, still in his boxer briefs, pressed against me as his other hand continued to lift my skirt.

I groaned as I did what I was told, my hands pressing firmly into the car's sand-dusted trunk. I pushed back into his hand as it roamed over my naked ass, loving the way his callouses felt on my soft skin. I bit my lip, groaning as I felt him drop to his knees and pull my panties down over my hips and legs, dropping them on the shoulder of the highway.

He stayed knelt down behind me and pushed my thighs apart. “Keep them spread,” he ordered.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as I felt him between my legs, his hot breath intoxicating in the way it swept over me.

He ran his hand up and down my inner thigh. “Nice,” he growled. “I love my girls with a little bit of a landing strip.” Then his tongue was lapping at me from behind.

I groaned, keeping my legs spread for him as he tasted me, trembling, my knees weak and threatening to fold on me at any moment. Just as I was about to c*m, he stopped and stood, pressing himself against my back.

I sighed at the sexy feeling of frustration, a shudder going through me as his fingertips replaced his tongue and traced me up and down. I closed my eyes and bit my lip hard as his fingers brushed over my clit.

Frost traced his fingers around the hood of my clit, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my whole body. “You're dripping, aren't you?” he growled in my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

“A girl likes what a girl likes,” I purred, then moaned quietly as his fingers found my clit and did a little dance around it. “And this girl likes that.”

“Does she now?” he asked as I moaned louder, his fingers circling my hood. He pressed his cotton-clad c**k against my ass as he reached around and grabbed a breast. “How about this?”

“Mmmm,” I purred. “She likes that, too.” I went to move my hand behind me, to find that sweet, hot present between his legs and unwrap it, but he caught my hand by the wrist and forced it back in front of me.

He slapped my ass.

A burst of pain shot through my body, blossoming from my butt cheek as I squealed.

“Told you to keep your hands there, slut.”

“Sorry, Frost,” I groaned. But deep down, I realized my body loved it, loved the little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure. My p***y was suddenly on fire, aching for his hand again.

He seemed to have read my mind, because before I could beg for him to touch me again, his hand was back between my legs, stroking up and down my slit.

I pushed back into his hand, biting my lower lip as I moaned in excitement, pleasure welling up inside of me.

He slid his fingers inside me as his big hand palmed my breast. “Like that, Michelle?”

“God, yes,” I nearly screamed as he found my g-spot and rubbed across it. My back arched almost violently as I cried out my first orgasm.

“Ready for my c**k?”

“I can't wait,” I groaned between gasps, my body riding his hand as he fingered me from behind. I licked my dry lips, desperate to have him in me. “Please, just give it to me, Frost”

Frost took his hands from my s*x and pulled his c**k from his pants. I felt his hot flesh press against me, pushing between my legs, spreading my lips with his giant head.

He was huge! Not the biggest in the world, I was sure, but bigger than any I'd ever had. “Frost,” I panted in concern, “I don't think I can take all that.”

“Sure, you can,” he growled, grabbing my hair tight from behind and wrenching my head back with one hand as he gripped my hip tight with the other. “Just ease yourself back, nice and slow.”

My head thrown back, I nodded quickly and began to slide myself onto him, a low, guttural moan escaping my throat as he began to fill me. “Frost,” I panted out. “God, this is amazing.”

He groaned as I slid down his shaft all the way. “See?” he asked. “Told you I believed in you, Michelle.” Then he began to move his hips, f*****g me with his huge c**k.

My body trembled around his length, shaking as I cried out on the side of the road. Immediately, my body was overcome with another orgasm, a body-shaking one that sent off lights behind my eyes that were so bright, I was worried a car had pulled over to see if we needed help. I screamed as I came on him, my voice echoing out over the badlands around us.

“That's it, babe,” he grunted through clenched teeth as he started to really piston in and out of me, our bodies wonderfully slapping together. “Take it all.”

I panted and cried out as another orgasm shook me. He slapped my ass again, harder than before, and I just pushed back into him faster. “f**k me, Frost. Make me yours. Give it to me!”

He pulled my hair tighter, his fingers digging deeper into my hips.

I screamed louder, my voice a keening wail as I slumped forward onto the trunk, my whole body undulating, writhing, as I continued to rise and fall through my orgasm. Still, though, I did as I was told and kept my hands in place.

“f**k,” he panted, his hips speeding up, his heavy balls slapping against my ass and the top of my thighs.

I knew he was close from the way he'd sped up. “Inside of me,” I panted. “Please, Frost. I want to feel you c*m in of me.”

“If you insist,” he groaned, his pelvis slamming into my ass, then staying there as he cried out in exultation, his manhood exploding inside me, filling me to the brim. I could feel his rod pulsing like a piece of liquid heat, every ridge, every vein as he continued to stroke in and out of me. After what seemed like eons, he finally began to go soft, and he pulled his length from me and released my hair.

Gasping, I eased myself up from the trunk and turned myself around, my knees wobbling. I fell forward into his arms, gasping as he held me upright. “That was amazing,” I breathed.

He kissed me again, his tongue probing my mouth like before. “Yeah,” he said. “That was.”

I purred like a fat, happy cat in his strong arms as I returned his kiss with equal vigor.

“You gonna be okay?” he asked after our kiss broke apart. “To stand, I mean? I still need to check on the engine.”

I nodded sheepishly and he left me to go up front as I leaned back against the old Pontiac, my body shivering again in vividly remembered pleasure. Never had a man made me feel this way. So sated, yet so hungry for more. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of his jacket, trying to warm up as I settled my butt down on the bumper. Inside the right pocket, my fingers rubbed across something velvety.

Curious, I pulled the object out to look at it. A small, black ring box. Furtively, I glanced back over my shoulder to see if Frost was coming back.

“Michelle?” he called. “Just gotta put the coolant in. Shouldn't be much than a minute.”

“Sounds good,” I replied, flipping the box open. A diamond ring with a solitaire setting. The rock must have been at least two carats, and it seemed to glimmer in just the starlight. “Wow,” I said under my breath as the thoughts began to race through my head.

First of all, whose was it? Clearly, it was Frost's, or at least that was it looked like. It was in the pocket of his coat, after all. But who was it meant for? Certainly not him.

Which meant it was probably for some woman. A sweetheart of his, maybe? I frowned, shaking my head. What a low life, if that was true. f*****g some random woman on the side of the road while his girlfriend was at home worrying about him.

A ring like that would be worth a pretty penny, I knew. It might be the added little jump I needed in my bank account, so to speak, to get me out of Daddy's house and back on the road to LA. I took the ring out of the box and held it in front of me.

In fact, I tried to convince myself, by taking the ring I was doing Frost and his girlfriend a favor. Clearly, he didn't want to be with her if he was f*****g me. And she sure as hell wouldn't want to be with him if she found out he'd f****d me. So, if I took the ring from Frost, I'd be preventing them both from making a huge mistake.

I was actually helping him by taking it!

It's amazing what rationalizations the brain can make on such short notice, especially when it comes to trying to achieve your dreams.

“Car's ready,” Frost bellowed from the front. “Let's get you back.”

I palmed the ring, quietly eased the box shut, then stuffed the case back in the coat pocket. When I got back in the car, I'd put it in my clutch, and he wouldn't realize it was missing till I was out of Daddy's clutches and well on my way to Los Angeles.

“Coming,” I called, smiling to myself as I went around to the passenger side and climbed back in.

Next stop? The Mansion. After that? Los Angeles. Where I belonged.