Chapter 6
It was slightly after three o’clock in the morning when the club closed. By then, we were both quite intoxicated. Holding her hand outside the club, I wasn’t ready to let her go. This night was too perfect. Once it was over, I’d never get it back again.
“It’s late,” I said.
“It’s early,” she argued.
“Ha, you got me there. You want me to walk you home then?”
“No,” she said.
“You wanna come back to my place?” I asked, deciding to go for it.
“Nope,” she said.
Damn. Shot down.
“There aren’t many other places to go at this hour. It’s too late for dinner and too early for breakfast.”
“But a good time to get a hotel room,” she said.
I can’t lie. This shocked me. Here I was thinking there wasn’t a chance in hell I would get a kiss tonight and we’d worked our way up to the hotel phase already. It wasn’t two horn balls looking to fuck, and it wasn’t two people madly in love. I think it was two people who’d been wound too tight and needed true companionship. Believe it or not, even with wild parties and people everywhere at the frat house, I often felt entirely alone. The need to keep face, to hold up a strong façade for the new pledges, and be the womanizer I was known for was much more stressful than it sounds. Sometimes I wished I could ditch it all and really be myself.
I think, for Natalia, it was more about feeling alone so far from home. Sure she had her cousin and sure she was a popular DJ in small nightclub, but at the end of the day she went home to her dorm room and practiced her music or studied. She had nobody to spend quality time with.
Whatever the reason, we needed each other, and we were headed to a hotel.
Conveniently located a few doors down from the club was a small roadside motel often used for secret rendezvous and late-night hookups. The Pit Stop Motel was exactly what the name suggested. It was the perfect place for an overnight stay. Anyone planning to stick around Logan longer would drive farther outside of town to the Holiday Inn.
Fifty dollars got us a small room with full-size bed, a TV, and a bathroom. It was perfect. We drunkenly helped each other to our room. Inside, the sudden plunge into silence was awkward and we both stood looking around the room. I’d stayed at The Pit Stop a few times so it was nothing new to me, and I wondered if it was Natalia’s first time there.
“You want to put something on TV while I take a quick shower?” she asked. “I always feel sweaty after work.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and for a second, I wondered if she expected me to follow her, until I heard the click of the lock. My invitation had gotten ripped up and tossed into the trash. Knowing she was naked in the shower kept my mind racing rather than focusing on the screen in front of me.
I vaguely remember the show having something to do with a stripper who’d witnessed a client brutally beating her boss. Her face was pixilated to hide her identity. The whole show could have been pixilated for all I cared.
Finally, the bathroom door popped open and outstepped Natalia. A white towel was the only thing that hid her naked body from me. Beads of water had settled on her shoulders and a few rolled down toward her arms and cleavage. She looked to have washed off her makeup, but she didn’t need it. As she made her way closer to the bed, she picked up a ballpoint pen from the top of the dresser and pinned her wet hair up in a bun.
“Your turn,” she said.
She’d cleaned herself for me so I figured I should do the same for her. Originally, I’d had no intention of taking a shower. Sometimes a sweaty, rough, unplanned sexual romp is much more fun than a clean and tidy one.
Russian girls take care of themselves. Not that American girls don’t, you know, but she came from a different world where maybe a pre-sex ritual consisted of being completely untarnished for your lover. So, I showered. Needless to say, I didn’t lock the bathroom door. Much to my disappointment, she didn’t sneak in to meet me like I’d imagined she would.
When I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel around my waist, I found her in bed, already under the blanket. Her towel was draped over the back of a desk chair. With no lights on and the cable TV turned to one of those music stations with a nearly black screen, the room was dark.
“Still awake?” I asked.
“Barely,” she said. “Come in here with me.”
Making my way to the opposite side of the bed, I draped my towel over the desk chair and dropped my clothes onto the floor, but not before pulling a condom out of my pants pocket and setting it down on the nightstand, just in case. I pulled back the blanket, happy that she was facing the other side and wouldn’t watch me and my naked cock as we slid beneath the covers. There, only a few inches from her, I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling and wondering what to do next.
This was a strange situation. Usually, I was the one leading the evening. With drinks in my system and a girl fawning over me, ravaging her would be easy. This girl was different. She felt…fragile. Like the slightest of mistakes could cause her to shut down and leave the motel room. Yet, it had been her idea to be here in the first place.
Finally, I slid closer, leaned over her, and put my arm around her, careful to keep my cock away from her ass. I only wanted her to feel my arms around her. Sex would come soon, I was sure of it, but I wasn’t in any rush.
“Mmm,” she said. “You’re so warm.”
As soon as she spoke my cock was hard. I couldn’t help it. She turned me on so fucking much. Her accent and her confidence were both so incredibly sexy that she had me erect with only a few words. She felt it too.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You turn me on.”
“You think we are going to fuck?” she asked.
It was a trick question. The wrong answer could derail the entire situation. The right one might lead to great things.
“I don’t presume anything,” I said. “I can only hope.”
She giggled. Then she was silent.
What the fuck does that mean?
My mind pondered but my hand raced ahead of me. Holding her the way I was, my left hand was between her tits. Sliding it over, I found her nipple and lightly led my index finger up to it and back down to the center of her tits.
A gasp and stuttered breath. She was getting turned on.
My finger made its way back up to her nipple and circled it softly, caressing her as my mouth made its way to her ear. There, I breathed into it, letting her feel the desire in my breath. Her body jerked ever so slightly and her ass nudged my cock.
Gently, my tongue dashed out and nipped at her earlobe a couple of times. She responded by backing up against me again and wiggling. The wiggling slowed down until she was rolling her hips in a way that could only mean she was trying to get my cock to slide into her.
Feeling her body against mine without seeing her brought with it an intimacy, a sense of erotic high so strong my legs quivered. My cock was so hard it hurt and I needed to touch her. My hand moved down her body and into the crook between her stomach and thigh, that soft, smooth spot that leads to the pubic region. A few more inches and I expected to feel hair, to touch her mound, even a trimmed one, but it was smooth.
Moving closer, I finally found one thin strip of hair that led to her pussy, and I followed it with my fingers until I touched the soft nub of her clit. She gasped as I tapped gently against her and took her earlobe into my mouth and sucked.
Her left leg lifted and lay over mine as Natalia opened up, practically begging for me to put my fingers inside her. She wanted me to touch her pussy, to play with her, and I was more than willing to please her. My thumb stayed at her clit while two fingers made their way lower and found her wet pussy already dripping, ready for me.
“You think we are going to fuck?” I whispered into her ear, returning the question she so teasingly delivered to me earlier.
“Please,” she said.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Not yet,” I said as I slid two fingers inside her and gripped her to let her know she was mine.
There with her pussy in my hand, I squeezed softly and pushed my thumb against her clit. This was my pussy and the situation was no longer fragile. I was going to fuck this pretty pussy, but first I wanted to taste it. I wanted to know how this clean princess’s snatch tasted.
Usually, I would be the one to slide off the bed and crawl back up like a teasing wolf ready to eat its prey, but this time, I already had my grip on her and I wanted her to show me how bad she wanted it, so I tugged inside of her, fingering her pussy and whispering to her as I did.
“I want to taste you, Natalia,” I said.
“Yes,” she replied.
“You’re my woman,” I said. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” she said again. “I am your woman.”
“And I want to taste your beautiful pussy.”
“Oh God.”
“I want you to sit on my face and fuck my mouth.”
“Yeah?”
“Now,” I ordered.
“Oh…oh…okay,” she said.
I rolled left, keeping my fingers inside her, and coaxed her over. She pulled off my hand and slid her naked body up. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I caught a dark eyeful of her unbelievable tits and her soft stomach as she made her way up to me. She grabbed the headboard and looked down at me as if to ask if I was ready. I nodded, walking her through it, and she rose up, planting her wet, now swollen pussy on my mouth.
Both my hands reached around her thighs and gripped her there, opening her up wide so I could feast. My tongue entered her folds, and she sighed and sat harder on me, forcing my nose against her clit. I dug into her, tunneling out that pussy with swirls of my wide tongue. Scooping at her insides and thrashing wildly as she began to roll her hips and fuck my face the way I wanted her to. My chin bumped her asshole and she cried out.
The sound of her hands slapping the wooden headboard drove me wild. Licking upward, I found her clit and held it in my mouth where I sucked on it and pinned it between my teeth so I could flick at it with my tongue. She screamed out with a sound I’d never heard before, something like, “Humngh!”
She couldn’t contain herself. She was losing it. With no concern for my safety, she began to bounce, forcing her pussy down against my face with so much power I thought I might be smothered, but I kept licking, kept fucking that pussy with my mouth. Finally, she stood up and announced, “I can’t anymore! Fuck me!”
She slid down my body and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking me with a rabid desire that made me fear she might actually bite my cock. She wanted it so bad. I grabbed her thigh and pulled her around so we were closer to the sixty-nine position. I could reach her pussy, so I put a finger in her and drove it into her as she sucked me so hard it hurt. Her teeth scraped me, and she yanked up and down on me at a speed and strength I’d never experienced. It was like she hated my cock and loved it at the same time.
My finger wasn’t enough. She threw her body over me and sat down against my mouth again as she kept sucking my cock. When my tongue found her clit, she fell onto my cock, deep throating me, and stayed that way for a moment, holding me there in her warm mouth. Her tongue swiped around my cock, her teeth tapped at the underside of it, and I knew I’d explode soon, but I didn’t stop licking. I spread her pussy open and put a finger against her asshole, pushing against it, putting some pressure there but not entering.
She slapped the mattress and went back to bobbing on my cock.
With my left hand, I reached out and found the condom on my nightstand.
“I need to fuck you right now,” I said.
She pulled her face up from my cock and looked over at me. The grin on her face was so fucking sexy. She took the condom from me, ripped it open, and I lay back to enjoy the feel of her rolling it down over me. Bullet with Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins played and provided the perfect, vicious soundtrack for her to lower her pussy down onto my cock.
I was in love with this girl. As crazy as it sounds, I’d never been with anyone like her, and I knew at that moment that she was the one for me.
She leaned forward, putting her hands on the mattress next to each of my shoulders, and stared into my eyes as she backed into my cock, slowly taking me all the way in. Her eyes closed, she bit her lip, and she sank onto me.
“Oh fuck,” I said as the feel of her hot pussy squeezing my cock was insanely wonderful.
“You like my pussy?” she asked.
“I love your pussy,” I replied and as I said it, I couldn’t believe this was the serious, quiet, skillful woman I’d watched play the viola only days before.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she fucked me. Somewhere during that time we went from two ridiculously horny lovers trying to fuck the shit out of each other to two young lovers enjoying our first time together. Things slowed down, and to the rhythm of Natural One by Folk Implosion, we slowly and methodically made love.
Her hips moved along to the beat of the song and my hands at her waist guided her. It was all sweaty limbs and wet kisses. Neither of us cared that we’d been going down on each other moments before. We desired each other’s mouth and nothing would get in the way of that. With her tits pressed against my chest, and my hands at her ass, I held her in place and drove up into her.
With the change of the song, I found her rolling off me and burying her face in a pillow, ass up, urging me to take her from behind. As if she’d created this sexual playlist herself, Firestarter by Prodigy boomed and crackled from the shitty television speaker, forcing us to speed up. I slid behind her and entered her hard and fast.
The view of her ass, the smooth arch of her back, and her wet hair falling down as she struggled to look back at me was sensory overload, and I knew I would come soon. Natalia gripped the bed comforter in both hands and held on as I plowed into her pussy. My balls banged off her and she screamed into the pillow.
“Fuck me!” she demanded, snarling as she looked back and urged me on.
I was fucking her.
“Fuck me harder!” she said.
This wasn’t the innocent woman I’d met a few days before. This one was a fucking firecracker.
Smashing her pussy as hard as I could, I dug my fingernails into her hips, and rammed my cock into her. Her head collapsed into the pillow where she cried out into it, her words muffled but it was clear I was giving her what she wanted.
“Oh fuck,” she said as she tried to control the wobbly head on her neck.
Her eyebrows wrinkled and her mouth opened wide over her teeth. She was about to come. I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass hard.
“Yes!” she cried.
I slapped her again.
“Oh God, yes!”
Her face fell into the pillow again.
“Ohhhhh!” she yelled. “I’m coming.”
As soon as I heard it, I knew I was in the clear, because I was about to come too. I’d held on as long as I could, but her pussy was so good it was pulling the cum out of me. Her legs shook and her back arched and her moan caught in her throat as she came. I couldn’t stop fucking her. I was too close. I was so fucking close. I was…
“Ohhh fuck!” I yelled.
The ache in my balls exploded and my cock jerked inside her. My bottom lip nearly bled I bit it so hard, and then I couldn’t move. Natalia seemed to notice this and did the work for me, backing into me over and over again.
“Come, baby,” she said, and I loved her even more for it.
Later, as we lay cleaned up and resting in bed, Natalia put her head against my chest and her hand on my stomach. We talked about things the way any other boyfriend and girlfriend would. She seemed to find my cock interesting and began playing with it like some sort of child with a puppet until I was hard again and had to roll her onto her back so I could make love to her again.