Pump Two

by J. Cherry

For those who like smut and masked men.

“Call her a name other than the one on her name tag, and I will shove one of those gasoline pumps so far down your throat, you will bleed from the inside out,” Biker Guy snarls. All initial calmness has completely evaporated from his being. “You’ll never be able to look at a pump the same way again…or be physically capable of complaining about one.” Holy fuck.

against his truck. Biker Guy doesn’t even watch the man drive off. Instead, he walks directly to me and crouches down to check my body for injuries. He uses a gloved finger to tap under my chin, forcing me to close my gawking mouth and look up at him.

“You good, Sweetness?” I nod in response, unbelieving that I might’ve actually manifested this. He helps me to my feet, and I inspect my hands which are cut up a little on the palms. “He hurt you?”

The bar for men is clearly in hell because all it takes is a deep voice and basic human decency for me to form a crush.

“Keep the change, Sweetness.” He’s called me that nickname again, and my stomach swarms with warmth. Definitely not mad at me. If he was, he wouldn’t have called me that, right? Unless I’m severely misjudging my social interactions. “No—” “I’ll make you keep the change whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not one for following rules, but I’ll keep that in mind for next time if it keeps you satisfied.”

“I don’t want to take anyone else, Violet. You’re the only person I want on the back of my bike.” His

“Put it on, Violet. I’ll wait here all night if I have to.” I huff in frustration. He tilts his head as if he’s either daring me to disobey or is humored by my pedantic behavior.

He then reaches his arm back to pat the edge of my thigh and squeeze it before taking off.

“Don’t mention getting on another man’s bike in front of me, Violet. You ride with me, you stay here with me and you leave with me.”

“I would’ve killed Isaac if he touched you,” he seethes. What? Where is this coming from?

“You know what? Why don’t I take those choices away from you for a little while? I’ll show you something reckless right now, but it’ll be on my terms.”

“Straddle the bike,” he instructs. I hesitate slightly, not expecting him to ask that of me. “I—” “Straddle. It.” With arousal, denial, and adrenaline coursing through my veins, I’m moving like I’ve been hypnotized. I walk to the bike and straddle it. “Face me,” he orders. I follow the sound of his voice and spin so I’m still straddling the bike, my back facing the handles.

“Speak to me.”

“You’re already dripping…the only thing I’ve done is hold your neck. I haven’t even touched you here yet.”

“Not done yet, Sweetness.” “I can’t,” I whimper. “You will.”

He alternates between sucking and licking. I can tell that he’s listening carefully to the sounds I make to decide how to use his mouth against my most sensitive spot.

“If this is how wet you get for a stranger, you must be drowning the men you know,” he says from between my legs.

“Scream it, Sweetness. I want you so loud that the cops will know exactly where we are. Would you fuck a stranger’s face like this?”

She haunts me when I’m not around her. And when I’m with her, she possesses me in every sense of the word. I am done for.

“Depends on what you mean by local. Where do you live?” “Like an hour or so away from here,” I say, and her eyebrows raise in surprise. “You drive an hour to come here? There must be multiple, nicer gas stations closer to you.” “Yeah, but the clerk at this one lets me eat her pussy on the back of a bike.”

I don’t know why I’m acting like the mask is going to change anything, I was ready to risk it all yesterday. If Devon had told me to bend over in the utility closet last night, I would’ve done so without a second thought. Mask on and all.

When I look back at Micah’s stunned face, my eyes scan the front of the house only to see a vehicle that’s lodged deep inside my memory. A red and black motorbike. A motorbike that I’ve licked and been licked on. Devon’s here.

intend to do every filthy, hell-binding act with him. Wherever and whenever.

“Do you have a mask kink?” I choke on my tea, not expecting those words to come from her mouth. “No!” I sputter. Though, she might be right. “Hmm.” Mari ponders over my words. “Whatever floats your boat. The only question I have is when do you actually plan on seeing his face?”

“That time when you were asking me questions about myself. My favorite thing to eat isn’t Baklava, it’s you,” I say, stepping closer to the counter that separates us.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. God? Not quite.

“Don’t be scared of letting go, Violet. You know I’d never let someone else witness you breaking apart for me.” I kiss

“It’s great,” I reply, feeling the sickly syrup run down my throat. “Mhm, the sweetness is a little overpowering, though.” I almost give myself whiplash with the speed at which I lift my head.

It’s taking everything in me not to crawl across the table just to get to him.

“Nice to meet you, Violet. We met briefly at the party, I think?” Devon responds. He holds out his hand for me to shake, his eyes sparkling with mischief.