He laughed as he draped his arm across my shoulders. “I promise. We are here for a very specific reason.”
The moment we opened the door to the lobby and walked in, I swore I was having a flashback to a grindhouse movie. The wallpaper—dear Lord, ick—was clearly from before I was born. The brown and green flowers and stripes were faded from time and cigarettes. The stench of long-gone smoke clung to every surface in the room.
The woman behind the desk was focused on her Sudoku book. She was completing the answers in pen, a cup of half-finished coffee close by. Her gray hair was cropped short and a pair of reading glasses was perched on the edge of her nose. “Yes?” She didn’t look up.
“We’d like a room.” Harrison sounded far too chipper. The woman must have thought so as well, because she looked up and scowled at him. “For two nights,” he added.
She sighed and moved over to a computer that looked old enough to have had grandchildren of its own. “Name, address, and phone number. We only accept credit. No cash. Checkout is at noon. You steal anything and I’ll charge you double for it on your card.”
I had to turn away to keep from looking at Harrison. Because if I made eye contact with him, I’d lose my shit and I got the impression that our hostess wouldn’t approve.
“You have rooms with vibrating beds, right?” He asked the question so innocently, I almost believed that he didn’t know the answer already.
“You’re that weirdo that called the other day? I told you we had one. No one likes that crap anymore.”
“We’ll take it if the room’s available.”
I looked in time to see her roll her eyes and shove a room key across the counter. “Do you see any other cars in the lot? It’s all yours.”
Harrison whistled as he filled out the form, pausing only long enough to wink at the woman as he slid his credit card across the counter. That was it, I was going to start giggling and I would never be able to stop. I was walking out the door when Harrison called out, “Thanks so much. Looking forward to our stay!”
The laughter exploded from me the moment we got out of sight of the windows. “Oh my God, that was insane!”
“I knew when I spoke with her on the phone we needed to come here. It was too perfect.”
“This really is the weirdest, best place in the world.” I approved wholeheartedly.
The motel stretched out along the highway. White paint was faded and peeling and the trim had begun to separate from the siding. If we were very lucky, the roof was hole-free. If not, I hoped the weather forecast was clear until we headed for home. Our room was toward the end of the motel. I had to assume it was due to the fact that it possessed a vibrating bed and they wanted the types of people who would want a room with a vibrating bed as far away from others as possible.
Harrison shoved the key into the lock, needing to jiggle it a few times before if finally slid in. I held my breath and hoped for the best. The smell of stale air and air freshener greeted us. The floor was covered in thinning brown shag carpet that led to brown tile in the bathroom. There wasn’t any dust so I hoped that meant they still cleaned the rooms regularly. The bedding was at least from this century. A tasteful chocolate duvet covered our vibrating mattress, topped with four pillows.
The sight was too tempting to resist. I dropped my purse and jumped onto the bed. The mattress was softer than I’d expected and I didn’t bounce nearly as high as I would have liked. “The sheets smell clean. I just hope there aren’t any bedbugs.”
“I doubt there’s been anyone staying in the room since the eighties.” He dropped the luggage, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a roll of quarters. “Want to go for a spin?”
It was ridiculous and amazing and absolutely the most perfect idea in the world. “Fuck yeah. Crank it up.”
I rolled over to make room for him to join me. It took us a moment to get comfortable and for him to feed the coins into the small machine attached to the headboard. There was a strange whirring noise for a moment before the bed began to rattle.
You know when you’re a kid, and you sneak-jump on your bed, knowing full well if you were to get caught you’d be in trouble? That sense of glee mixed with an undercurrent of danger? That was the burst of joy that shot through me, pulling my laugher as it went. Harrison’s chuckles became full out barks the longer the ridiculousness of what we were doing went on.
My head rattled to the side, making it easier to look at him. For the first time since we’d had our fight, he looked at peace. The tension was gone from around his eyes and his jaw had relaxed. His skin was flushed and there was an enthusiasm in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. He really was the most handsome man of my acquaintance.
I could easily have chalked up the funny feeling in my chest to the vibrating bed. It was a strange tingle that radiated out to every cell in my body. Like a weird chain reaction of happiness ignited by a man who’d come into my life when I’d needed him most. I didn’t know if it was fate, or simply good timing, but I was thankful that he was here with me.
Our gazes met and that tingle zipped through me once more. His cheeks were beginning to show his stubble, a look that I approved of on men in general and him in particular. I reached up and touched my fingertips to his lips, enjoying how the vibrations made them feel against them. He nipped at the ends before sucking them into my mouth. His tongue teased around my nails and lapped at my joint.
“Kiss me.” It was a simple request, one I had no doubt he’d comply with. But yet again, he didn’t do what I’d expected.
Rather than kiss me, he sucked on my fingers, pulling them farther into his mouth. His teeth nibbled my skin, sending pleasant little tingles through me. The combination of his teasing and the vibrations made me horny enough to beg. “Please. Kiss me.”
My fingers were pulled free with a pop and he rolled on top of me. I hooked my leg around his, loving the feel of his pants against my bare skin. He cupped the side of my face and ran his thumb across my jawline. There was something in his expression, an emotion I was too terrified to identify. But I couldn’t escape it, or him; I was frozen in place by his stare and the weight of my longing. I gasped as he lifted his knee higher against my pussy. It grew damp with desire. Then the waiting was over. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss started off softly, mostly skin against skin as the vibrations did most of the work. But as the seconds ticked on, he grew impatient and began to deepen the contact. His tongue dipped into my mouth to tease mine. It was soft and contrasted the rough scrape of his stubble against my chin. I held nothing back, opened my mouth to him, drinking in the taste and smell of him. His hands were moving across my face and neck, caressing me, holding me in a way that I could feel his love and respect, even if he didn’t voice it.
I pushed my hands into his hair, once again marveling at how soft it was. I lightly dug my nails into his scalp and down to the back of his neck. I felt him shiver against me, his muscles tighten and contract as I continued to tease. Harrison groaned and bucked his hard cock against my pussy.
“I can’t wait to finally fuck you.” He said the words against my mouth. I wanted to swallow them whole, keep them locked inside me forever.
With a little effort, I shifted so I was able to wrap my legs around his waist. The change in position put his cock against my clit, pressure in addition to the shaking bed. If there were a way to package this moment up and sell it, I’d be a billionaire. The tension increased as he bucked in counter time with the shaking. I was beginning to get to the point of no return. My orgasm wasn’t creeping up any longer. It was galloping full speed ahead.
As I let my eyes slip closed, about to let my body take me over the edge, the bed stopped.
“No,” I groaned. “Fuck, that’s not fair.”
“Close, were you?” He kissed his way down my neck to my chest, where he placed several reverent kisses to my cleavage.
“You have no idea.”
“I think I have some.” Rather
than stop as he always had before, he continued kissing down across my stomach. It was only when he adjusted himself between my legs and reached for the hem of my dress that I realized what he was about to do.
Oh, bless him.
The black lace panties were my way of compromising for having sex on the day of a funeral. It was clearly the right choice when Harrison pushed up my dress and moaned. Rather than reach to remove them right away, he leaned in and rubbed his nose against my pussy.
“You smell so fucking amazing.” Opening his mouth, he pressed it to my cloth-covered clit and blew. The hot air had me press up against him, my back bowing off the bed.
“If you keep doing that I’m not going to last long.”
“We can’t have that.” He pulled back and hooked his hands around the band of the panties. “These are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”
Despite everything we’d done to this point, I grew shy as he worked the thin lace down my hips, exposing me to him. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, so why did this feel different? He left me long enough to pull the panties free. Rather than toss them aside, he tucked them into his pants pocket.
“What—”
“Shh.” He then put his face between my legs and licked across my clit.
The warmth of his mouth on me had my thighs trembling. I dug my nails into the comforter, scared that I’d suddenly take flight before I’d get to enjoy the end result. He ran his tongue around the swollen nub, flicking it every so often before he’d continue with his teasing. It was almost too much after the pressure from the vibrations before. It wasn’t until he pressed a finger into my pussy, curling it up to hit something deep inside me I’d never known was there, that my orgasm raced forward.
My back bowed and my hips lifted off the mattress as his hands came up to support my ass. I called out his name before it dissolved into a wordless scream. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to overwhelm me and I was pushing at his head. “Stop. Please. God.”
He pulled back, his chin wet from my come. “Delicious.”
Panting, I turned my face, unable to look at him. “You’re crazy.”
“Just telling the truth.” He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs. “You need a drink?”
Oh no he didn’t. “No. I do need a cock though.”
It was weird, seeing Harrison look slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t want to rush it. This weekend is about you.”
“Then consider this an extension of what you just did.” I sat up, grabbing his shirt in my hands and giving him a small shake. “We’ve done everything except the one thing I want. Now go get a condom from the sex kit and get your ass back over here to fuck me.”
He looked at me so intently I thought I was going to blush again. Whatever it was he saw the moment passed. He gave my thigh a light slap and went in search of the condoms as directed. It was fun to watch him move around the room. The way his arms flexed as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it free. The micro-expressions on his face that betrayed the presence of the fleeting thoughts that were racing through his head. I might not know everything about his past, but clearly his ex-wife had hurt him.
The bitch. She better hope we never meet.
I beckoned him with my finger when he started to undo the front of his pants. “Come here and let me take those off.”
“I’d been planning on the two of us playing strip poker first, then sex.” He stopped at the foot of the bed. “But I’ve learned to be flexible over the years.”
My hands were steady as I opened his fly and grabbed hold of his cock through his briefs. Unlike before, I knew what he liked, those spots that would drive him nuts. The nerves that I’d half-expected to show up, didn’t. It was odd, but somewhere in my mind Harrison had shifted from friend-with-benefits to lover. It eased my body and mind, and helped me to fully enjoy the moment.
This particular moment involved me sucking his cock.
I was too impatient to push his briefs all the way down, just far enough so I could take the head of his cock into my mouth. I teased him the way he’d licked at my clit, slow and steady. I wasn’t going to have him come in my mouth, not this time. No, that honor was going to be for a different place.
It was a bit of a challenge, but I kept swallowing him down as I worked his briefs and pants across his hips and down his thighs. Thankfully, gravity helped out and I was quickly left with a naked Harrison. Grabbing his ass cheeks with my hands, I used him as leverage to take him deep into my throat.
“Christ, you’re good at that.” His hands went to my head, resting there rather than helping.
I wasn’t about to argue with him. Hell, I’d watched videos on how to give a great blow job over the years. There was nothing wrong with wanting to excel at something and Rob had never complained. It was nice to know that my skills were transferable.
His cock was hot and leaking as I lapped at it. I tucked my teeth behind my lips and bit down on his head. Harrison sucked in a breath and his fingers tightened in my hair, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself. As I played with his balls with my free hand, I felt them tighten, the skin now too rigid to tug. He was close to coming, which wasn’t something that I wanted to happen. Not yet at any rate.
It made me more than a little sad to pull away, but I really wanted to have him inside me. The little moan he made when I finally broke contact was immensely satisfying though. “Hush. I just want to put this on.”
The condom was slick as I pried it from the wrapper. It had literally been years since I’d had to deal with one of these things. I’d been on the pill after we’d gotten married and we hadn’t bothered. So the whole application thing was awkward at best. Harrison was certainly enjoying the show, if the perma-grin he had on his face was any indication. But the moment latex met skin, his eyes rolled up into his head and a full body shudder passed through him.
“You like that?” I made sure to squeeze his shaft extra hard as I rolled it down to the base.
“I like your hands on me.” His teeth were clenched as his eyes remained shut. “And your mouth.”
“I can tell. I hope you like the rest of me as much.” Letting him go, I stretched back on the bed and spread my legs.
“You.” He swallowed, his tongue peeking out as it swiped his bottom lip. “You’re going to kill me.”
“La petite mort.” I cocked my head to the side and smiled. “You’ll like it.”
Harrison dropped to his hands and knees on the mattress and crawled up my length until his mouth covered mine and his cock pressed to my pussy. “You’re beautiful.” He thrust forward.
I gasped. His cock filled every inch of me, pressing deep into my body. My breath shortened and for a second I was overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment. I was thankful that he held still, letting me adjust to having him there.
“Are you okay?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Yeah.” I tried to smile but my lips quivered too much. A tear had formed at the corner of my eye and slipped down my hairline to my ear. “I didn’t think I would react this way. It’s stupid.”
“No it isn’t.” He wiped the tear trail with his thumb. “Want me to stop?”
“God no. Just. Stay there for a minute.”
The wave of unexpected emotion ebbed the longer he held me in his arms. The whole time Harrison managed to keep himself in check and not once did he pressure me to continue. That helped me relax and in no time I started to gently buck my hips, encouraging him to move. He kissed me hard as he started thrusting.
Even though I’d used the dildos in the past month, the arti-ficialness of the silicone had nothing on making love to a man. It wasn’t simply his cock; no, it was most definitely the whole package when it came to him. The smell of Old Spice and shampoo, the hint of sweat rising from him as we writhed on the bed. The feel of his skin and hair and muscles against me, solid and reassuring.
And wow he was hot. Waves of heat caused sweat to pool between my breasts and on my belly. We had t
o stop so I could strip my dress and bra free, leaving me blissfully naked. Now completely free from impediment, Harrison captured my breasts in his hands, suckling first one then the other nipple. Never once in the past had I been able to have multiple orgasms. It just wasn’t my thing no matter how hard Rob and I had tried. The fact that the precedent hadn’t been set didn’t seem to matter.
Harrison would swivel his hip, grinding against my clit at the same time he’d pinch my nipples. The mix of pleasure and pain wasn’t something I’d experienced before. Not like this. The faint stirrings of arousal grew higher and hotter, until I was moaning and meeting Harrison’s thrusts with some of my own.
“Shit.” His voice was muffled as he pressed his forehead to my shoulder. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Me too.”
He bit down on the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. His tongue flicked madly over my skin the same way he’d teased my clit. It was all too much for me; being with him, everything that we’d done that had led us to this moment, it all converged. My muscles seized and I squeezed around him as my second orgasm slammed into me. I bit the side of his biceps and dug my nails into his back as I cried out.
Harrison tensed as well, groaning into the mattress. His hips jerked as he slammed into me twice more before he finally fell forward. He crushed me before I dug my fingers into his sides. “Can’t breathe.”
He took the weight on his forearms and knees and kissed my collarbone. “Sorry. I thought you killed me there for a moment. Had to make sure I was still breathing.”
Out of the blue, I started laughing. For the first time since Rob’s passing I was happy. Not pretending to be so, not even in a good mood. Joy had been my onetime constant companion, but had stopped visiting with Rob’s death. Harrison had brought that back to me, giving me something to move toward.
“You okay there?” He looked confused.
I gave him a shove so he rolled off me. “I’m fine. That was . . . awesome.” I kissed him for good measure.
“Don’t move. Let me get a cloth to clean you up.” Holding the condom, he disappeared into the bathroom for a minute.
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