A Leap in the Dark (Assassins of Youth MC Book 2) (15 page)

It had all been such a whirlwind. Deciding to move here, taking the position with Dr. Lee—shacking up with two other men. Was I out of my ever-loving gourd to say “yes” to being an old lady? I knew from Mahalia this would involve a lot of cooking at various get-togethers. I also had the feeling it involved turning a blind eye to the mens’ dalliances with the lambs, the pass-arounds. Mahalia wouldn’t tolerate that and neither would I. I’d have to get that straight with Levon.

Not only was I shacking up with a biker, it appeared I was involved in some form of mild BDSM with him. Now there was a kink I’d never experienced. My lovers had all been totally unimaginative, in retrospect. The idea of acting out some fresh “scenes” with Levon had my very cells aroused at a primal level. This was all new and unknown to me. It might not work out, but it would be a fun ride. The Nurse and the Biker. I shook my head in disbelief.

I knew for sure I was massively attracted on a physical level to Levon. And little by little, he’d gotten under my skin. Knowing Levon and Deloy better now, I didn’t view their Liberty Temple as a den of iniquity. I now saw that Levon had built what he could with the tools at his disposal, and those men were so much better off for it. Levon had given over the running of the house to his second in command, now committing himself to this town that so far had just kicked him in the ass.

It certainly was mysterious that both Shumway and Pratt had fallen ill at the crab feed. I smiled every time I thought of it. The men didn’t discuss club business in front of women, but I had the distinct impression that Shumway had fallen prey to Antabuse, a popular medication to make alcohol distasteful to alcoholics trying to get off the stuff. As for Pratt, it sounded like simple food poisoning. Ever since, Levon kept checking the kitchen laptop for YouTube videos. He acted evasive when I asked what he was looking for. Had there been a video camera in the men’s bathroom at the Elks Lodge? He left his key words in the search box, and I saw he’d typed “Deloy Pingree.” Strange.

Right now, everyone was serene, and I clapped my hands and called for Lazarus. He came obediently, and we trudged up the back stairs to the kitchen. I gave him a biscuit to lead him to his comfy bed. He had the best view in the house right by the bay windows. I cuddled and kissed his giant skull—who could resist?—and I padded quietly into Levon’s bedroom on my ridiculously high four-inch heels. I would never wear shoes like that in a genuine work environment. Today, they fit my image.

Unsnapping the top couple snaps of my uniform, I looked down on the sleeping man. So unbelievably handsome all sprawled out there like that, nude. He slept on his front like an angel, his face on his hand, all worries of the world erased from his mind. He’d been out late doing another Cornucopia run, his bike pulling into the driveway around midnight. I didn’t know what he did inside those walls and I didn’t want to know.

Sitting down next to him, I bowled him toward me. I ran my palm all over those satiny shoulder muscles. He was tan from swimming in his Bountiful pool, but as I ran my hand down the exquisite slope of his back, I saw from the luminous rise of his juicy ass that he had not gone skinny dipping. I lingered on the juicy globe, rousing him to whimper and squirm a little on the sheets.

“Nurse Oaklyn is here,” I said in my best bedside tone.

His eyes popped open. He’d never seen me in any official attire before. “Nurse Oaklyn?” he mumbled. He parted his thighs, allowing me to slip a couple fingers into his crack and tickle his balls, pressed up bulging against his body by the mattress. His eyelids fluttered and he unfurled his spine like one giant tsunami wave. It was something to witness, the rolling and porpoising of his spine, unwinding like a fat boa constrictor.

At the end of the luxurious stretch, he pressed his cock into the mattress and gave it a big hump, pleasuring himself. An idea struck me.

“Yes. Nurse Oaklyn is here to take your temperature.”

Again, his eyes popped open. But he didn’t stop his sensual gyrations. Already the tip of his cock bulged out from under his hip, and I gave it a few tickles that had him gasping. “Temperature?” was all he said.

He wasn’t resisting. I made a giant swipe for a jar of coconut oil on the nightstand. As befitted his former and current jobs, he was an organized, clean man—a nice change from all the slobs I’d known. The oil was the only thing on the nightstand aside from his charging phone. He was having some furniture shipped down soon, as was I.

I swabbed a good dollop of the rich white stuff and touched it to his balls. His deep groan encouraged me, and my fingers slithered around his full, taut ballsac. His eyes closed again, and the groans resounded through his torso, vibrating the balls I caressed. Working with two greasy hands now, I tickled the corona of his penis while fondling his balls. His face went slack with concentration. He raised his hips a little, allowing the weight of his cock to fall into my palm. I squeezed and jacked him, murmuring helpful, nurse-like words.

“You have to trust me. I know what I’m doing. I have to feel how responsive you are to my touch.”

“
Very
responsive,” he groaned.

His cock was slippery beneath my fingers. A drop of semen glistened at the tip and I swiped it, adding it to the lubrication. “Well, we don’t know yet for sure. I’ll have to do further testing. Further probing.”

“Mm.”

This was where I worked my magic. I’d secreted a bright purple dildo in one of my pockets. I’d planned to use it for other purposes, but this use just presented itself to me.

I pressed the bulbous tip—the hat of the little beaver, as it turned out—against his puckered hole. He grunted, but didn’t try to avoid the pressure. I rotated the purple wand, rubbing in a clockwise manner until Levon started gyrating his hips to match me. It was a sight to see, his thighs splayed as he allowed himself to be stimulated, his shiny almost purple phallus jutting out from under his hip.

He sucked in air when I nudged the latex scepter up his ass an inch. Still, he made no sign of resistance. I kept on in that smooth nurse’s tone.

“Just relax and it’ll soon be over. Here, you can help me by getting to your knees.” He did, like a zombie, balancing himself by grabbing the headboard. Now I could kneel behind him and freely jack his beautiful, thick cock while reaming him with the lavender rodent. “Does it hurt? You should feel nothing but pleasure. I can tell by how tight and hot your penis is that you’re building to the resolution of this crisis.”

“Oh, God, yes,” he groaned. “Nothing but pleasure. Don’t stop, nurse.”

But just as soon as I got up a good rhythm, Levon stopped me. I was starting to get the hang of corkscrewing that dildo up his ass while frigging his cock with the other hand when he grabbed my wrist. Twisting to face me, I had no choice but to slide the beaver from him.

His face had changed. It was like he’d put on a new mask. “Now,” he said with a brisk, authoritative tone. “You’re going to kneel on that floor and worship my cock.”

My lips parted, but no sound came out. He whacked the dildo out of my hand, and it spun harmlessly on the carpet.

LEVON

Truth was, Oaklyn
was getting the better of me with that dildo.

She was making me look bad—ruining my self-image as a power top.

In my old job, I was willing to be anything the client wanted me to be. Some women liked to dominate men, and that’s why I started going under for Oaklyn. She might be a switch—someone who can flip the tables depending on her mood. And who’d complain about a nice latex dildo up his ass, tickling his sweet spot at the back of the prostate gland?

But ultimately I couldn’t give up control to Oaklyn. She was dressed as a sexy nurse—was that her actual nurse’s uniform? And surprisingly, within minutes had aroused the slumbering me to the point of climax. I was going to switch it up on
her
.

“You’re going to kneel on that floor and worship my cock,” I said.

Instantly the lopsided lewd expression vanished from her face. She was merely a nurse holding a purple beaver, wondering where she’d left the blood pressure cuff. The control and power surged in my chest, and I belted the beaver from her hand. No one was going to put
me
in a subservient position again. Taking her by the wrists, I showed her what I meant. She fell to her knees clumsily. I could see that it hurt, but I wasn’t all about the comfort, not just yet. I had to go to my duffel bag and remove an item that was perfect for this scene.

I kneeled back on the mattress, my erection at her eye level. My cock was still greasy with the coconut oil she’d been jacking me with. I was proud of my long, fat dick. I knew it was a source of amazement and sometimes fear for people. I didn’t sense fear in Oaklyn. True to her medical nature, she was really a curious creature, and when I put the leather cock ring in her hand, she seemed to know what to do.

That was sort of disconcerting. She’d presented herself as a woman with a limited sexual background. Well, it
was
pretty obvious, just snap the thing on at the base. Constricting the blood flow in my cock like that was a form of auto-prick torture. Already I was climbing to the top of the wall with the edgy, tingling need to come.

“Worship me with your mouth and hands.”

“No dildo?”

“No dildo. Just show me how much you love to suck—
ah!
”

She just jumped right on in, that girl. She wrapped her luscious lips around my dickhead and plunged it into her mouth, sucking away for dear life.

Simultaneously, she took my oily balls into her hands and massaged. I had to hold the top of her skull, pushing her away from me a little, to prevent from flooding her mouth with jizz. Unbidden, the thought of that asshole Italian boyfriend popped into my mind. I was going to make damned sure he was out of the picture. What if he begged her to come back?

Anger at that faceless moron propelled me now. Instead of pushing Oaklyn away, I cradled her to my groin. She sucked even more enthusiastically, as though I were a Popsicle on a hot summer day. When she boldly slipped one of her creamy fingers up my ass, I nearly lost it. She was worshipping me with her mouth and both hands, while wearing a nurse’s uniform to boot. A long, low keening like a lonely elk on a foggy day came from somewhere in the pit of my stomach.

Was that me?
I’d been the recipient of a thousand perfunctory blowjobs in my time, but only maybe one percent of them had involved a shred of emotion. Now that I thought I might be falling in love with Oaklyn, I found the emotion mobilized the action. It lubricated the sense of pleasure, so to speak, enhancing everything to such a degree I couldn’t have held back even if I wanted to. So fucking embarrassing, coming that fast.

But her slippery little nurse’s finger tickled inside my ass, finding that sweet spot the purple beaver had found, and I lost it. Every muscle in my body seized up as I threw my head back, my mouth open in a silent scream. Wave after wave of blissful euphoria gripped me as I spewed into her mouth.

My ass clenched her finger but she never gave up the tickling. It soon became unbearable, and then I really had to put my palm against her forehead and shove. She detached from me with a loud popping sound like a wine bottle cork, falling back on her ass, her mouth still in the shape of my cock.

I collapsed back on my heels, my prick jutting toward the ceiling, hard, red, stimulated. I panted, trying to come down from my high. My head swam in confusion. Was it night or day? I didn’t know—the curtains were closed.

“Wow,” Oaklyn breathed, clambering to her feet. She stalked off unsteadily on extremely tall heels. I was still in a guest room, so she had to go down the hall to use the bathroom I shared with Deloy.

I opened the curtains so I could see the rainbow-colored pinnacles of Zion. I fell back into bed, propped up by the headboard. Reflected sun from the orange peaks flooded my room. Deloy was in the kitchen rattling stuff around, percolating the coffee, sizzling something in a frying pan. That was good. We both relied too much on packaged food grabbed somewhere. At Liberty Temple I was the grand chef, but here, I had no pots and pans. And just because I wasn’t performing like a trained seal anymore didn’t mean I should let myself go to pot. My equipment from my weight room was coming down in the next moving van load. I hoped Oaklyn would agree to use the fourth bedroom as a workout room.

What am I thinking
? These were totally domestic, and therefore foreign, thoughts to me. Oaklyn padded back into my bedroom. She sat on the bed beside me without closing the door behind her. That was when the aroma of bacon wafted into my nostrils. My stomach growled as if in agreement.

“You still don’t have a condom?” Oaklyn teased.

I grinned lazily. “I do. I’m just enjoying drawing this out, making it last. These are images that’ll never go away, will stick with me forever.”

“You in a leather cock ring.”

“You in your nurse’s uniform with a lace bra and high heels.

‘When the stars threw down their spears

And watered heaven with their tears