Twenty-Five
Erin knew she shouldn't be doing this, but when she closed the hotel room door with Roy still inside she already knew she was too far gone. She wanted it, but she wanted it to mean more than it was going to. She wanted it to mean he'd stay. He'd stay, or take her with him, or something. Anything. But she wasn't going to ask him to, and she didn't expect him to follow through if he offered it.
She wanted her fun, and she would have her fun, and it would mean something in the morning if it meant anything at all. Right now it meant not having to feel wrong, and that was enough.
He was tentative in taking her lips. She couldn't have that, no sir. She pushed him back onto the bed and was on him an instant later, her teeth biting and her hands working the buttons on the shirt he was still wearing from work earlier that day. Erin wanted more. Always more. More than she could possibly dream of.
After a moment he decided that whether she was doing the right thing or not, she certainly wasn't going to stop, and he let himself kiss her back. That was good enough for her. She reached between them, searching for the hardness between his legs and finding it.
They'd had one long, exceptionally pleasurable day together before, but this wasn't going to be anything like that. It had been a day of enjoying their desire for each other. But now Erin needed him, needed the attention, needed him inside her. She growled and started stripping her clothes off, not moving from her place straddling his hips.
He shifted his weight and before she could regain her balance she was on her back, her hands pinned behind her where she'd been trying to work a zipper. His hands took a rough hold of her breasts, and Erin pressed them into his hands, wanting more. More roughness, more touching, more pleasure that she couldn't begin to describe or understand except that she needed it.
She could feel him pressing into her, in spite of himself. That he wasn't moving himself at all told her that it wasn't intentional. His body knew what he wanted more than even he did himself, and it was going to take it regardless of what either of them wanted. What she wanted, though, was him. That cock between his legs.
Erin tried to untangle her arms from her sweater, finally getting them free and throwing it across the room, where it landed draped over the television. She pushed herself off the bed enough to get her shirt off and tossed it as well, making it as far as the front door, before sliding off and to the ground.
Roy shoved her bra up, revealing breasts with nipples already hard from the arousal that was surging through her. He pinched one roughly.
"Bite," she breathed out, unable to give her whole voice to the words. Roy didn't question her, instead just dipping his head to take them between his teeth. He started soft and she pressed her breasts into him harder. Roy got the message and bit down harder, shooting an addicting mix of pain and pleasure through her that pooled in her abdomen.
"Oh fuck." Her body was moving on its own, now, trying to press up into Roy's hardness, to get some sort of movement going there, to tease out an orgasm she could already feel approaching. He let her nipple go, still showing his teeth like an animal's snarl.
"Please fuck me."
"You just had to say so." He pulled away only long enough to free his cock before rubbing the tip up and down her folds. The anticipation drove her to the edge, and as he pushed in, another mix of pain and pleasure as he stretched her pussy further than it wanted to be stretched sent her over the edge.
She could hear the words coming out of her mouth before she thought them now.
"Choke me," she could hear herself begging. Once she heard the words she realized how good an idea it was, as she felt his hands wrap around her throat, squeezing until she could only pull in a tiny bit of breath. The absence of oxygen sent her into overdrive, only able to feel the pleasure of his cock scraping her insides clean, every muscle in her body tense with orgasm.
Her hands weakly tapped his wrists that she needed a second to breathe. He let her up, let her try to catch her breath. It wasn't going to help, not the way she needed it to. The oxygen rushing into her brain, though—that was what she needed. She could already feel a second orgasm approaching as he thrust into her, the rush in her head combining with the pleasure to send her hurtling off into oblivion once more.
It came as a total surprise when his hand came down hard across her face, but the pain jolted her hard, sending an electric shock through her that she felt all the way down to her pussy. Erin's eyes shot open wide, giving her everything she knew she wanted. Everything she knew that she needed.
She opened her eyes, but she wasn't seeing, not really. She could sense him there, above her, preparing for another firm slap. She tensed as it came down, and then tried to relax again in right in time for the slap to come down. The shock, as he plunged into her, sent her off on another orgasm that rocked through her body as Roy fucked her.
"Oh, fuck," she could hear him saying. He was close, and she knew it. Wanted him to cum deep inside her, to spill his seed. To mark her as his. Erin bucked against him, trying to prolong her own high as much as possible while driving him over the edge into his own oblivion.
He took a hold of her hips and pulled her against him as he thrust, hitting deep inside her with every thrust until he held her deep on his cock and wouldn't let go.
It took a minute before he withdrew, both of them starting to come down from the pleasure that had overtaken them.
"Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The question seemed confusing. Hurt her? When? Then she remembered and shook her head. "No, I'm okay."
She could see in his expression that he'd liked it more than he was ready to admit to her. They both laid down on the bed, neither speaking for a moment.
"Are you going to be alright, babe? I can stay tonight, if you need me to."
Erin considered the idea for a minute. A repeat performance might be nice, and if they worked at it she knew they could top it.
"I'll be fine. But—"
"But you'd like it if I stayed?"
She nodded absently. She could feel his eyes on her naked body, watching the way that her breasts pooled as she laid. Maybe her tits were alright, after all. Roy seemed to like them just fine, after all.
"Then I'll stay."
He stripped off his shirt and pants, but not before pulling his phone out and setting it on the bedside table, almost mirroring her own on the other side.
They laid like that a while, neither quite ready to go to sleep, but neither ready for a second round—not yet.
After a few minutes, a buzz came from Roy's side. He reached for the phone slowly, and then checked it with increasing attention as he clicked to get more of the message.
"We gotta go."
"We?"
"You can stay if you like."
"What's wrong?"
Roy was already up and dressing, his pants already up and buttoned by the time he answered.
"They found another body."