Chapter 3
Ethan
I pulled her, pushing against the people until we were outside. She followed me a distance before pulling away just before we got to my bike.
“I’ll follow you in my car.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t trust I’ll bring you back?”
She laughed confidently. “I don’t trust this parking lot with my car.”
I looked around. True. The place was a little seedy, but I’d seen worse. I doubted she would get her tires slashed. Maybe a broken window and some things stolen.
“Okay. Well, I’m not going far. You okay with the motel just up there?” I asked, pointing. She might as well know what it was before I even began. I didn’t take hoes back to my place. Not a chance in hell. One-night stands were motel material. I didn’t mind shelling out the cash. In the grand scheme of things, it helped women be less clingy.
The motel was one of those seedy places men with beer guts went to bang other men's wives, making promises they couldn't afford to keep. Or else the hookers brought their johns there and paid for rooms by the hour. Weeds grew through the cracks in the concrete path and the litter from cheap take-out meals was strewn across it. There were external, wooden stairs that lead to a second floor: a second row of doors that looked like the building inspector was either bribed to pass it or drunk on the job.
“Sure.”
“See you there then,” I said, swinging a leg around my bike. The motel was five minutes away. No point waiting.
My bike revved and churned underneath me as I watched her walk over the gravel, just barely keeping from tottering over before I sped off.
My timing was perfect. By the time I’d paid for the room and had the keys waiting, she was walking through the entrance.
“We’re room eight,” I said, happy she didn’t get cold feet.
“Let’s go,” she said, smiling innocently.
I was willing to bet money she was anything but innocent. That little outfit she was wearing was begging to be ripped apart and I was the guy to do it.
I opened the door and pulled her in with a sense of urgency I’d never felt before. A primal need pulled her to me and I rubbed our bodies together, giving her no time to talk. The time for words had passed. I wanted to fuck.
She moaned aloud and the sound was lost in my mouth. Our lips collided as my tongue went deep into her mouth. Sucking, twirling her tongue with my own, and stealing her breath until she pushed against my chest in alarm. I eased up just a little, releasing her body, not her lips, as my hands undressed her.
I savagely ripped open the clasp holding her vest together and knew I broke it. The carpet absorbed the sound of it falling to the floor. My hands wrapped around her back, pushing the flimsy material to the floor. My mouth quickly encircled her nipple and I looked up to see her head thrown back in pleasure against the motel door. Her hair skimmed the top of her ass, touching the top of her jeans, teasing me to pull them down. I did as I rolled one tightened nipple between my fingers while my tongue rolled over the other. I pulled on them hard, my teeth and fingers in sync as they came to stiff points. Her tits weren’t too large and not too small, the perfect size for me to suck into my mouth.
Her eyes were closed and her legs wide as she rubbed against me. “More. Oh. More. I need more.”
Groans of pleasure erupted from both of us. My big hands covered her small ones and as I looked into her brown eyes, I wanted nothing more than to give her what she asked for. I shrugged my leather jacket off, hanging it on the back of the chair at the small desk in our room. The white stitch of the Bandit almost glowed in the darkness.
“Pants and panties off. Now,” I said, ripping the zipper down on my pants. My swollen, pink cock popped from my pants, and I sighed in audible relief. I held it tightly, trying to relieve the pressure.
I need to feel her cunt wrapped around me.
“I need to be inside of you,” I said, digging for a condom from my wallet with shaky hands.
“Not yet,” she said, watching me with an arched brow.
I grinned. I loved it when a woman wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted.
I sank to my knees and growled at the material in the way.
“The next time you don’t move when I say, I’m bending you over my knee and spanking you,” I said, cupping her pussy possessively. I felt her twitch in my hand at my words. “You hear me?” I said, grabbing her tightly.
She moaned and nodded her head. I was tempted to take her then, but truthfully, I had wanted to taste her since I’d noticed her looking at me. I wondered if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
I popped the snap on her jeans, trying to be a little more considerate of them than I was of the vest, and pulled down. I came face to face with her neatly trimmed, brown bush. Her hips rose in anticipation as I pushed her clothes past her ankles so she could step out of them.
I looked up to see her pink insides sticky and dripping wet. I slid one finger inside and groaned when it contracted against my digit. She was ready.
“Get ready for the ride of your life,” I said, hooking her legs over my shoulders. She didn’t weigh a thing, despite the curves of her body, and lifted easily off the floor.
My tongue swiped her back to front, taking in her sweetness.
“Oh, baby,” she said, humping my face.
She didn’t need any encouragement as she rode my face. I held her steady as she used my shoulders for support, and soon she was coming apart and dripping juice down my chin. I moved us quickly to the bed, pulling at the tightened skin the carpet left on my bare knees.
Once laid on the bed, I sheathed my dick and slid deep inside her, not waiting for her to adjust. She was so wet and hot; the unexpected tightness gripping against me had me shaking like an addict.
She moaned and clawed the top cover, unable to grab the sheets.
I pulled back and slammed into her as she arched into me.
“Oh, God.”
“Not God. Ethan,” I said, loving the contorted mask of pleasure and pain on her face.
“Ethan,” she cried as her hips moved like they had a mind of their own. She met me thrust for thrust as I went faster and harder. She moaned with ecstasy as our bodies became slick with sweat.
Her eyes were wide and hopeless as I owned her body. I was in control and I rode her, feeling her hot body spasm around me. My hands found her breasts and I held them tightly, squeezing her nipples in time with my thrusts. I fell forward, my lips finding hers as I pulled us towards the inevitable. I could feel her sweet pussy lubricating my hard cock, coating me.
“You just came again, didn’t you?” I said between breaths. “Greedy pussy.”
“Oh, Ethan. No more,” she whimpered.
I plunged deeper.
“I can’t. Oh. No more.”
“Yes, you can,” I said, clenching my ass cheeks.
She was going to come again. I wanted her to fall apart before I came. I could feel my balls tightening, begging to explode, but I wanted to wait for her. My fingers reached forward to strum the little bundle of nerves under her thick pussy lips.
Her legs locked around my waist as she took everything and let go. She screamed aloud as every nerve in my body lit up like the Fourth of July. I shuddered as I forced my body deeper into her, squeezing every drop into her. I could feel her milking me even though the condom was a barrier. Her pussy caressed me, held me and pulled me to an even higher level of orgasm. I didn’t want to think about it, but it was true: I needed her warm pussy holding me, her arms around me, her accepting me deeper into her walls. I needed to lose myself in her – and I did.
Wordlessly, we dropped together, tangled in a heap on top of the covers we had yet to pull back. I lifted on one arm to see her face. Strands of wet, brown hair were stuck to her cheeks. I pulled them gently from her face and tucked them behind her ears.
Then I did something I’d never done before after fucking a girl. I watched her sweet mouth, still opening from panting and trying to regain her breath, leaned down and, as gentle as a lover’s caress, I kissed her.
I didn’t linger there. The kiss couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but I felt something deep in my chest.
She looked up at me, her brown eyes glistening in the little light the street lights provided through the window, and I saw something. Something I hadn’t seen in any other woman’s eyes before. I didn’t know what it was. It was unknown, indescribable, but I saw it and recognized it as something that was inside me. There was no denying that it was there; I saw it and felt it for myself.
I don’t know how long we laid there before I got up to throw the condom away or how long we laid together in bed to recharge, but I heard her phone vibrate in her clutch and felt her slowly pull away from my body.
I didn’t bother letting her know I was awake. It didn’t matter. This was a one-night stand. We both knew what it was – no need pretending we would see each other again or exchange numbers. I could see the glaring light of her phone against the darkness behind my eyelids and heard her tapping the screen in what I imagine was a reply.
I thought about asking for round two, but decided against it. That opened the door for more things that I didn’t want. So I let her leave. She redressed quietly and I almost peeked to see how she was holding her vest together, knowing I broke the clasp but I didn’t want to risk the awkward moment after. So I remained silent as if in a deep sleep and if I hadn’t already been awake, I never would have seen her sneak away in the early morning.