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.

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.

Are we arguing or flirting? Whatever it is, I like it.

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

Through no fault of her own, I want Violet, and I’m trying to hold back in fear that I’ll scare her away. So far, I’m failing.

Honestly, I’d pay her and she knows that. She could probably empty me of every penny I have and I’d say thank you.

This unknown customer is kissing me in the utility closet at my job and I don’t care.

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

“You’re the safest you’ll ever be with me,” he says, crossing his arms and watching me continue my examination of the helmet.

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

I don’t know what’s vibrating more violently, me or the bike.

He uses a finger to hook through the belt loop on my pants and pulls me toward him.

“Don’t hide your neck. You enjoy showing your artwork and I enjoy showing mine,” he murmurs against my throbbing skin.

“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 don’t think I’m a stranger to you, Violet. I can see the way your thighs clench and release as if they don’t ache to wrap around my head every time you hear my voice.”

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

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

A good girl that went to an illegal bike race, engaged in a police chase, and enjoyed it when a stranger wrapped his hand around her throat. A good girl that also came all over his bike and licked up her own bodily fluid off the seat.

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.

“Yeah, but the clerk at this one lets me eat her pussy on the back of a bike.”

“You’re seriously asking me to move past that? The hottest thing I’ve ever done with a woman, and you want me to just move past it? You expect me to pretend that I’m not a changed man after that?” Violet turns crimson and buries her face into her hands.

“You’re driving me insane, Violet.” My jaw aches with how hard I’m clenching my teeth. I need to get out of this closet.

I can’t help but feel like I’m being driven insane by Violet. The more time I spend with her, the more I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind completely.

Her kisses will only satiate me for so long, and I know it’s only a matter of time until I’ll want her in every possible way.

“Do you know how much I want you? There is no alternate universe where it wouldn’t be good. I can promise you that, Sweetness.”

“No, I don’t know. All I know is that you’ve got one of the hottest guys ever wrapped around your finger, and you’re sitting here acting oblivious. Either that, or you’re in denial about your feelings for him. If you like him and he likes you, what is this weird uncertainty?” Mari flaps her hands in exasperated confusion.

“I can imagine how relieving it must feel to admit that you have a mask kink,” she jokes, and I twist my lips in amusement.

Now, there’s only one way I’ll approach Devon the next time I see him: I’m going to ask him to take off the mask.

“If you really want to see my face, you need to beg for it.”

I’m lying. I just don’t want her to see my face for the first time in a rundown gas station. I want it to be more romantic. I also want to be groomed; my hair is now growing back, and it needs shaping up immediately.

What was meant to be fun at first, has now turned tortuous. I now feel like I owe it to Violet to show my face after doing that to her.

“Your girl?” “Always have been, Sweetness,” he says as we walk up to his bike. Always have been. It reminds me of the nickname he gave me, which he’s been calling me since the second time we spoke.

“For every twenty minutes you spend painting, I will make you cum.” I raise one of my eyebrows.

“Catching me off guard and going to the extreme? I’d be worried if you didn’t do that.” It’s true. I would be worried because it wouldn’t be Devon at all.