Drifter's Blues (Erotic Noir) by P.J. Tallis Read Free Book Online Page B

several minutes’ worth of contented silence Kyle decided to bring it up.
    ‘This morning,’ he said. ‘I saw your husband… hit you.’
    Donna looked across at him and for a moment he thought he’d made a mistake mentioning it. She sat up abruptly, the movement causing her breasts to swing distractingly, and, reaching for a small nightstand, she withdrew a pack of Marlboros and offered one to him. Kyle shook his head. He didn’t smoke, never had, and truth be told he disliked the smell. But it was Donna’s home, after all, and he was hardly in a position to object.
    Donna lit up and exhaled a stream of blue towards the ceiling.
    ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘He does that sometimes. But it’s not the worst thing.’
    Alarmed, Kyle sat up and shifted closer. ‘What else does he –?’
    She waved her cigarette hand, sending eddies of smoke wafting across the bed. ‘Oh, it’s nothing physical. He doesn’t rape me or torture me or anything like that. No, worse than an occasional slap or two from Blair is his utter indifference to my existence.’ Her glance slanted across at Kyle once more. In the dimness of the chalet with its drawn drapes, Donna looked cool and sultry to Kyle, poised with her cigarette like a golden-age movie star. ‘A woman needs to be wanted, Kyle. But more than that, she needs to be visible, as though her presence matters to somebody.’
    ‘It matters to me.’ He laid a hand on her thigh, snaked it northward. She smiled, shifting under his touch.
    ‘That’s why I don’t regret anything we’ve done this morning,’ she said. ‘It was wonderful.’
    ‘ Was? ’
    ‘Oh, God, I haven’t got the energy…’ But she was already stubbing out her cigarette, reaching for him.
    Donna pushed his shoulder down so that he was lying on his back, then moved above him, her large breasts hanging enticingly over his chest. She didn’t stop when her hips were over his but continued moving down until her face was level with his crotch.
    She looked up at him through the tousle of her hair. ‘I owe you,’ she said.
    Her hand closed around his cock and stroked it to full hardness, her mouth hovering tantalisingly close so that her warm breath and occasional flicks of her darting tongue caressed the swollen head. Once or twice she opened her mouth and appeared poised to take his cock completely in her mouth, but she held back each time, teasing, a smile playing about her lips, her eyes flashing mischief at him.
    When the throbbing in his balls had gotten so bad he thought that if she didn’t relieve him soon he’d have to grab his dick and get off on his own, she dipped her head and the heat of her mouth closed over his glans, her tonguetip exploring lightly under the rim. He lifted his butt, trying to push as much of his cock into her mouth as he could fit, but she moved her head away, controlling the penetration, and Kyle groaned pleasurably.
    He watched, rapt, as Donna gorged herself on his cock, one moment allowing the head to bulge her cheek, the next deep-throating him so that his breath caught in his chest. She settled into a steady bobbing as she seemed to sense him getting restless and he put out a hand to clasp the back of her head.
    ‘Oh God, it’s happening,’ he whispered, warning her in case she didn’t like tasting come. But her head movements became more rapid, her eyes turning to meet his, a wicked look of power and control there. She was bringing him to a peak of excitement at which point he’d be utterly weak and at her mercy, and they both knew it.
    She lifted her head away and with the very tip of her tongue teased the eye-slit of his cock. It was the final provocation. With a drawn-out moan Kyle ejaculated, his come spurting in hot hard gushes, and quickly she closed her mouth over him again. He saw her throat convulse as she swallowed, though she wasn’t quick enough and some of it escaped her lips and ran down her chin. She smiled, his pulsing cock still in her mouth, his