Bobby straightens. “I’m gonna go check the car.”
“Okay.”
He kisses my forehead. The skin where his lips touched me burns. My stepmom might be angry if she saw me eating junk food, but she’d have a screaming fit if she knew I’d hooked up with criminals. And that I was fantasizing about them—the four men who took me from her control.
The bathroom door swings open. Doc stands there, rubbing a towel through his wet hair. He’s naked, rainbow droplets clinging to his powerful chest and the inked ladders of his abdomen, glistening on his thighs. The sight of him goes through me like a sword. All of a sudden, I can barely breathe. “I… um…”
“Don’t look at me like that, Tits. You won’t like the things I’ll do to you.”
I believe him but I can’t stop staring at the golden length of his penis. It’s growing before my eyes, bobbing slightly as it thickens. I swallow, imagining that smooth hot flesh pressed against my tongue. I dreamt about going down on Doc. What kind of girl dreams about giving blow jobs?
Doc rubs a palm down the hard planes of his stomach. “You can’t fucking help yourself can you?”
I turn away hating how he can read my mind. “Bobby says we need to go.”
“Bobby says all kinds of shit.” I feel him glaring at me and look down at myself. I’m still in my filthy pink dress and I don’t have any makeup on. I bet I look disgusting.
“You’ve got a world of hurt coming to you once you’re back at Velvet House,” Doc whispers. “You know that right?”
I nod, my insides tingling with fear. I could beg for mercy, but Doc would like that.
He sucks in a furious breath. “You’re such a dirty little cocktease.”
I blink up. “I… I don’t think I’m being a cocktease. I don’t think I look nice at all.”
His lip curls in a hateful sneer. “You fucking liar.”
He holds up three fingers in a strange salute. “Tell you what, Tits. Seeing as we’re not back at Velvet House and you’re still doing your sweet little fuckdoll routine, why don’t you come sit on these?”
My mouth floods with saliva. “I…?”
Doc gives a crackling laugh I know all too well. It means he’s angry and turned on and ready to pounce.
“She’s still a shy little virgin,” he tells the motel ceiling. “But not for long.”
He drops onto the beige couch, patting his thighs. “Don’t piss me off, Whitehall. Get over here and ride my fingers or I’ll make you wish you had.”
I stand frozen to the spot. Does Doc actually want to touch me, or is he trying to trick me? I take a small step backward. “Um, no thanks.”
Doc’s sharklike grin fades. “Don’t act like you’re not gushing for me, you double-crossing waste of pussy.”
The comment is so mean it sends a burst of anger through me. “Screw you!”
Doc smirks, the way he always does when I backtalk him. “Soon. I know you’ve been thinking about me.”
I remember my dream, pleading Doc to call me dirty names as he thrust into my mouth. “I do not!”
“Yes, you do.” He grips his cock. “You want it, don’t you? No matter how mean I treat you, you want this dick.”
I stare at his penis. It’s like a rocket between his thighs—thick and hard and gleaming at the tip. It shouldn’t be attractive, but it is. I want to lick it. I want it inside me. My core flutters. Icouldlose my virginity right now. If I did, Parker wouldn’t want to marry me anymore and my stepmom couldn’t sell me to anyone else. And maybe itshouldbe Doc. I hate him so much I wouldn’t be shy the way I would if it was Bobby or Eli or even Adriano. I picture Doc and I together, my hands in his damp blond hair as he rocks me up and down, his tattooed body hard against my pale one. My pussy contracts and I shift on my heels, uncertain whether to move toward him.
“Good girl,” Doc says in a mocking voice, wrapping his fist around his cock. He rubs it hard, squeezing so that a pearly drop appears on the head. “I haven’t jacked off since I came on your tits. I’ve got so much to give you, it’s not funny.”
“That was like… two weeks ago!”
“Yeah, I was too pissed off to nut. Didn’t want to think about you. But now…”
He gestures at me with his cock. It’s obscene but he just looks sogood. I inch closer to the couch. This is such a bad idea, but sometimes the whole world seems bad. At least being touched by Docfeelsgood. And why shouldn’t my first time be on a bad couch in a creepy motel with a man my stepmom wouldn’t let park her car?
