Chapter 38
TALLY
Hesitantly, I stick out my tongue and quickly flick it over the leather. My brows quirk. I thought it would taste awful, but I only register a slightly earthy flavor.
It’s weirdly sensual.
Bolder now, my tongue follows the curve of the boot upward. An involuntary moan rises in my throat as I lick along the sides and down around the toe.
Rust shifts, pushing the second boot into my face. “This one, too.”
With each lap of my tongue, the need pulsing between my thighs gets stronger. Unbearable. I need to come so bad I can’t think clearly. Feverish, I reach under my skirt when a sharp yank on my hair has me squeaking.
Rust pulls me to my feet, forcing me to meet his gaze. “This was meant to be your punishment for being clumsy, but you’re enjoyin’ yourself, dirty girl. Does licking my boots get your cunt dripping for me? Reckon I oughta check for myself.”
He handles me like a doll and bends me over a stool by the counter, facing me toward the hostages.
The woman of the couple clings to her boyfriend, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes while her boyfriend gawks shamelessly.
The other men stare, too. Even the waitress can’t seem to turn away, blushing almost as deeply as I am.
Only the cook covers his face with greasy hands, but it’s hard to tell if he’s peeking through his fingers.
Rust uses his teeth to tug off one glove and drops it on the counter. His rough fingers send shivers over my legs as he flips up my skirt. He pushes the shotgun into the waistband of my panties, using the barrel to pull them down over my thighs.
“Spread yourself for me. Show me how wet you are from polishing my boots with your tongue.”
Slipping on my slick skin, I part my sex. Rust lets out a feral noise as he strokes along my slit and I almost come undone from the brief touch.
He holds up his hand, the tips of his fingers glistening with my essence, showing my lustful shame to everyone. “Would you look at that, folks. Seems the innocent face and cute freckles hide a dirty masochist.”
I feel eyes drifting over my body like the pricks of needles. Though the hostages can’t see my pussy from where they stand, I feel exposed. Embarrassed. But my inner walls still clench, aching to be filled by the man humiliating me.
“Do you wanna get your pussy stuffed by my fat cock, Red?” Rust asks.
I make a pathetic sound between a moan and a whine.
I always liked the idea of public sex, but as a celebrity, living out that fantasy wasn’t an option. It is now. Knowing I’m about to get fucked by my masked ex-husband in front of a bunch of strangers sends me into a tailspin of unrivaled lust.
“Your tongue worked just fine when you shined my boots, woman. Say it.” His palm lands hard on my naked ass. It burns like fire and I yelp. “Beg.” Smack. “For.” Smack. “My.” Smack. “Dick.”
My ass throbs and I choke back tears. “Please, ruin me with your big cock,” I whimper.
I hear his belt buckle and zipper before his girthy cock impales me without warning. An ache rolls through me. Damn, it hurts so good.
“This pretty cunt is tight,” Rust groans. He pumps his hips at a brutal pace, the sound of my wetness getting louder and louder with each thrust. “Do you like an audience, Red?”
I flutter around him, almost past the point of no return. The ability to speak has left me entirely. All I can do is take his dick.
Rust chuckles. “When I asked her that, she squeezed my cock like she’s about to come. It means she loves that y’all are watchin’…” He strokes my hair, his other hand keeping the shotgun aimed at the hostages. “And I know y’all like seein’ her get fucked, too.”
Shocked, I realize he’s right. These people are getting off on seeing me get fucked by a masked robber.
One of the men has a hand in his pocket, moving back and forth. The boyfriend of the couple has an obvious erection, clearly visible through the outline of his grey sweatpants and his girlfriend subtly grinds against his leg. Next to them, the waitress bites her lip, clenching her thighs.
This situation is repulsive and dehumanizing and—oh fuck, it’s so hot I can’t hold back my orgasm much longer.
“Tell ‘em, Red. Tell these folks to watch you come on my thick cock,” Rust drawls.
I can barely get a word out as he ruts into me. “Fuck, this feels so good! Please watch me come!”
Rust spanks my ass again and fireworks burst under my skin.
Neon lights cross my vision. My ears pop as his cock throbs deep inside my belly. Wave after wave of his hot cum spills into me while I ride my own high.
Rust’s withdrawal leaves an almost painful emptiness behind. He pulls up my panties. “Turn around. Clean my cock with your mouth.”
Exhausted, I slide from the stool and kneel before him, feeling his cum paint my thighs. I take his cock in my hand and slide it into my mouth, sucking our mixed essences off him.
We taste so good together.
Rust hisses and lightly slaps the side of my face. “Easy. Easy. That’s better.” He hums in pleasure. “As much as I’d like to play more of this fun game, it’s time to go. Zip me up, Red.”
I dress him and he holds out a hand, tugging me to a stand.
“Do y’all have a room with no windows that can be locked?” he asks as he puts on his glove.
The flustered waitress points shyly to a room by the kitchen.
“Red, open the door and take the key. Hostages, y’all get in there,” he orders.
I do as he says and he waves the shotgun, urging the group to move faster. When they’re stuffed inside the tiny room full of shelves, he clicks his tongue. “Try not to tear each other’s clothes off, alright? Or do if you wanna. You’re all adults.”
The waitress gasps, but I can’t quite tell if it’s outrage or she’s warming up to the idea of an impromptu gangbang at her workplace. The younger woman and her boyfriend definitely seem up for it from the way they exchange heated glances.
Rust looks at me. “And then there’s you, Red. Because you were such a good fucktoy, you deserve a reward. A choice.”
I play anxiously with the storage room key. “What choice, sir?”
“You can stay here with the others, but I think I wanna keep you to myself. How about you come with me?”
I nod and time stands still. It feels like saying yes in that tacky chapel in Vegas. It feels like saying yes to us today and tomorrow.
A smile splits my face. “Take me with you, outlaw.”
“You heard the lady!” Rust says to the hostages. “Now nobody call in a kidnappin’ cause she’s comin’ of her own free will. Ain’t that right, Red?”
I dip my chin. “Hell yeah.”
He closes the door to the storage room and takes the key from me to shut in the hostages, leaving it in the lock. Blowing out a breath, he pulls the balaclava from his face, stuffing it in his pocket. His hair is messy and a sheen of sweat glistens on his skin. He’s never looked sexier.
Smirking, he kisses me. “Am I bad enough for you yet, Trouble?”
“Couldn’t you tell from how hard I came?” I tease.
“But admit it: I got you at the start. You had no idea it was me!”
“For a little while, you got me.”
Rust snickers as he grabs the bags from the counter. He fishes out my phone and my wallet, giving them to me before picking a random customer’s phone to dial 911.
“Oh mah gawd! I want to report an armed robbery in progress at Peggy’s Diner, uh-huh!” he says in a weirdly high, nasal voice.
I slap a hand across my lips to hold back a laugh.
“Come quick, puh-lease! There are hostages!” Rust adds before he hangs up. He leaves the phone by the bags on the counter.
“That was a wonderful chipmunk impersonation. You should consider a career as a voice actor for kids’ movies.”
He shudders. “I’m flattered, but for a second I was worried I damaged my vocal cords and my voice would never go back to normal.” He grabs my hand. “Be honest. Would you still bang me if I sounded like a chipmunk whose balls haven’t dropped?”
“Hilarious. Is this really the time for jokes with the cops on the way?”
Rust pouts exaggeratedly. “The faster you answer, the sooner we’re outta here.”
“Can’t you just ask something normal unhinged… like if I’d still love you if you were a worm?”
“Well, would you?” He makes puppy-dog eyes at me.
I giggle. “Yeah, I’d love you! I’d even make you a cute little terrarium with soil to dig in.”
“But you wouldn’t fuck me if I had the vocal range of a chipmunk?”
“Nope. Sorry. No chance. My pussy would be dry as the desert outside that window.”
“I am wounded. But I get it.” He winks. “Okay, let’s go. I seriously don’t wanna be here when the cops show up.”
“Wait!” I dig through my bag for the emergency pad I keep at the bottom. Or rather, I’m looking for what I hid inside. I take out a bundle of money and toss it on the counter.
“For the damages?” Rust asks.
“It’s a thousand. Should cover the ceiling and the cleanup. I always pack emergency cash when I travel in case I get in a bind. This seems like a good use for it.” I take his hand again. “Now I’m ready for our grand escape.”
We rush out of the diner and to his truck when I spot a flash on the upper floor of the abandoned motel. Reminded of the light in my face when I get hounded by paparazzi, my heart catapults into my throat.
“Did you see that?” I ask.
He squints. “See what?”
I chuckle at myself. “Oh, it’s nothing. Forget it.”
I’m probably still seeing stars from that whirlwind orgasm or it’s the sun reflecting off a broken window.
Nobody knows we’re here. I’m being paranoid.
Within moments, we’re in the truck zooming down the road. We’ve barely driven for a minute when two cop cars blaze past us in the opposite direction.
Rust whoops and I throw my head back with wild laughter. When his arm wraps around my shoulder, pulling me close, my feelings get so loud I can’t ignore them anymore.
Fuck being friends. Fuck keeping it casual.
I’m falling back in love with my crazy ex-husband who’d do anything for me—even hide a body, commit arson, or rob a diner at gunpoint. Who ever said romance is dead?