by Gia Star
“It’s already paid for.” He cut me off. “Now I’m tired. And my damn eardrums hurt.”
He rubbed his face in exhaustion, and my nipples hardened again. I couldn’t believe how handsome he looked, tired and ready to pass out. Tired men weren’t attractive, but it was different. He was already weary, but I could see the effect of having to “save me” from the tarantula had on him. He was genuinely sleepy. I wish there were some way for me to pay him back for really accommodating me.
… But I wasn’t ready to accommodate him in the way my hormones were suggesting.
“I’m right next door. Room 365.”
“Goodnight.” I hesitated. “… And thank you.”
He nodded, and with that he was off.
I immediately started the shower, checking once more to see if there were any surprises. Satisfied, I covered myself in shampoo and soap from head to toe. I couldn’t help but feel super sweaty, dirty, and just… in all-around need of cleansing.
My hands raked over my body with the washcloth, and I felt my nipples, sensitive as ever, beg for attention. Although I had limited sexual experience, I had enough to know I was capable of nipplegasms - aka orgasms from nipple stimulation alone.
I closed my eyes and stepped back, feeling the water softly pelt my nipples, bringing them to life with every touch. I dropped the washcloth on the floor and used my bare hands to satisfy my needs.
Mentally, I thought of Luke. Yeah, it was wrong. He was anything but ideal. He was Antonio’s nephew, and I was facing an uncertain experience on the way to his casino. Considering what I’d learned of him, he was just as dangerous as Antonio, perhaps even more dangerous because I didn’t know much about him.
But his dark, mysterious eyes, chiseled, model-like features, and the hardness in his appearance - he was so sexy. And the way he refused to open up, but would do chivalrous things - like allow me extra time with my family, cover my expenses on this trip, and even save me from that evil-ass spider before taking me to a new hotel with a clean room -
- It was just… it made him even sexier. I wanted him more and more. And even though it couldn’t happen given the logistics of our reality, I was willing to believe in the magic of fantasy and satisfy myself there.
I pinched my hard nipple, tender and alert, sending tingles straight to my pussy. I reached one hand between my legs, feeling the wetness thicken with arousal.
God, I wanted to be taken so bad.
I brought myself to peak in the shower, before pulling back. I would quell the frustration in a minute. I finished washing off the craziness of today, toweled off, and pulled my hair up into a bun.
The bed was comfortable, soft, cozy, and perfect for getting some rest. I said my prayers, hoped Luke got enough rest for the next day, and turned out the light.
I rolled onto my stomach, curled a pillow up at the right angle, and rocked my anxious, needy clit against it until I erupted and crumbled against the bed, imagining it was Luke’s cock I’d cum all over.
Luke
Sleep never felt so fucking good. I was balls deep in that sleep-like-you’re-dead type of rest when my phone went off. I was determined to ignore it, roll over, and keep sleeping when it persisted, followed by a series of text messages.
Shit. It could only be Antonio. I knew he was pissed about us being late. I scrambled to come up with an excuse in my mind before picking up the phone.
But it wasn’t Antonio. It was Steven, one of my closest friends. He was the closest thing I had to a brother in this life. We both worked for Antonio, and we both had each other’s back behind bars.
Hell, we’d even shared some of the same women. Together.
Steven never called back to back, so I checked the messages.
Call me back ASAP.
“Aye,” he answered casually. “What’s up with the transport?”
“We got held up a few times. We’re a couple of hours away. I ended up nearly passing out at the wheel and needed to rest.”
“Aight.” Steve cleared his throat. “I’m just checking in because Antonio’s really excited about this one. He’s never seemed so impatient. Must be hot?”
“Gorgeous, man. Stunning. Pouty lips, gorgeous smile, bright blue eyes. Model material. Real intelligent. Aerospace degree from Embry-Riddle.”
“How’s the frame?”
“All the right spots man.”
My cock stirred to life thinking about how fucking hot she was. Even when she irritated me, like last night at the diner, and then at that hotel, screaming at the top of her lungs over a fucking spider, she made my dick hard.
“Aight, well, hurry up. I can’t wait to see the goods.”
That was Steve’s way of saying he was going to fuck her. Like most men, Steve craved new pussy, and the business allowed him to try as much as possible. He wasn’t a deliberate ass, he just seemed to forgo the fact that most of the ass he sampled was doing so in submission to their fear.
My thoughts flickered to the idea of him touching Kara, and I grimaced. Fuck, I realized, I wasn’t even ready to see Antonio touch Kara.
I needed to get her off my hands immediately. This wasn’t healthy or businesslike. She needed to be handed over the second I hit Vegas, her fate be damned.
“You still there?”
“Yeah, man.” I rubbed my face, increasingly aware of my hard-on, which was getting more stubborn by the moment. “Let me get back on the road. We’re at a truck stop. See you soon.”
“Aight man.”
I grabbed my cock, last night’s sweat dried and caked on it, and started tugging. I wasn’t this dirty, but I was supremely exhausted. There were no words to describe what being on the road for several days, alert at every turn, carrying a transport, did to the body.
I was fucking spent.
But my cock was hard. My balls were tingling. My dick needed to feel the wetness of a tight pussy.
Kara was off limits, at least until Antonio had her first. But she was all mine in my mind. Licking me from balls to shaft, purring and moaning, swirling her tongue around the head of my dick like she’d never tasted anything better.
Slurping me, slow, and steady, obediently as my hand met the top of her head, directing my length, thick and meaty in her throat. My toes curled, giving her extra points for sucking me up with my balls still sweaty, whimpering with need to taste the manly flavor.
My hand gripped harder as I did a rotating stroke from base to frenulum, spitting on my hand for extra slickness. It was 10 AM, much later than I expected to sleep, but I didn’t even give a fuck. I needed that nut, that post-O melt that would put me back to sleep, and some more rest.
Mentally, I turned Kara over and fucked her, in that uppity glamour girl pussy, and then pushed myself into her tight starfish, that sweet asshole I’m sure nobody’s ever touched, because she was too damn prissy to go that far.
I imagining working that back hole slowly, pushing the head of my dick through that tight seal inch by inch. I saw her pretty toes squeal as she grit her teeth and took my pain with pleasure, begging and squealing, squirming while begging me not to stop.
… Yeah, that would be heavenly.
I’d fuck a few chicks in their asses, but those back holes were so open they were obviously used to that feeling, especially when their walls were run through, and nearly useless. My dick wasn’t small and fucking their cunts was akin to throwing a hot dog down a highway, nothing sexy, appealing, or positively memorable about the experience.
Kara would be a treat, my mind knew that for sure. As I mentally fucked her, my stroke sped up until my toes curled and I groaned, releasing the hardest, most satisfying nut I’d had in a while.
Novelty always made me cum hard.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
I groaned, annoyed to be pushed from my slumber again. I looked at the time. It was 11:30 AM. I’d only slept about another hour.
The knocks persisted. “Hold on!” I shouted, pushing myself out of bed. I pulled up my jeans, and an
swered the door, ready to go off on whoever was on the other side.
“Good morning,” Kara said. She glowed like an angel, her dusky skin kissed with the sparkle of beauty sleep. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Check out time is 12 PM. Have you eaten?”
She presented a small plate of muffins and a small bottle of orange juice. I growled but I stepped back, letting her in.
She walked past in a fresh black tank top and a new pair of shorts. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, and with every step her scent cut through my room’s stale air scent - the mixture of dirt, sweat, and air conditioning - with the crisp fragrance of baby powder and apples.
She smelled like temptation and innocence, and it was fucking alluring. If it weren’t for the fact that I’d just nutted and she were so off-limits, I would have thrown her sweet body on the bed and shoved my tongue up her ass.
Her nose crinkled as she looked around, but she was polite enough not to speak on the dinginess of my digs.
“Have you slept okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, I slept okay.”
“Okay? That’s it? You’ve slept past our designated wake up time.” She cocked her eyebrow, a small smile playing on her pouty lips.
“Whatever.” My eyes lingered on them almost a little too long. My cock started having more thoughts, and for the luxury of time, I turned towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower, and then we’re out of here.”
Kara
Much to the contrary, Luke didn’t take a shower and leave. He was still so exhausted, he called down, extending the rooms for another day.
We couldn’t extend on such late notice without a fee, so we grabbed our things and got in the car. We had a few hours left of driving, but he was dragging his heels.
He was really quiet also, almost speculative as we headed to the car.
“You okay?” I asked, wondering what his sudden change of nature was about.
“Straight.” He answered. “Just exhausted. I didn’t realize I was this tired.”
“You think we need another day?”
“Nah. Just need a couple more hours of sleep.” He groaned. “I shouldn’t have stopped.”
“Oh, yes you should have. Look at you,” I shot back. Who was he kidding. He had slept, showered only to put back on the same clothes, and was still looking a little like death warmed over. He might be able to make the five hour drive to Vegas, but it would be with baited breath on my end.
“How about I drive?” I offered. “You can sleep while I push the wheel. That way we make time while you rest.”
I still felt a knot in my tummy every time I thought about actually meeting Antonio, silent fears of the worst hitting me in all the wrong places. But delaying the inevitable was only going to drive me crazy.
“No.” Luke grabbed the wheel, turned on the ignition and pulled out. We drove out of the hotel parking lot, and grabbed lunch at another diner. Luke ate like a starving man, his hands gripping the bun of his burger in such an animalistic, primal manner that I was turned on.
I wondered if he touched a woman with that level of passion and aggression, hunger. I sucked slowly on my vanilla milkshake, paying attention to every detail of his ravenous behavior, filing it for later. I would need it when I was rolling on top of my pillow tonight, cumming feverishly, thighs shaking from ecstatic release.
“Why are you staring so hard?” He glared between nibbles of his cheeseburger.
“Why are you eating like that?” I said, taking another suck on my milkshake. I could see the hungry way his eyes traveled to my lips. I stuck a small bit of my tongue out before wrapping my lips around the plastic and sucking up the creamy treat deliberately.
His pupils dilated and my nipples hardened. My clit pulsed and I squeezed my thighs together. It was small things like this - the tiniest of moves - that I got off on whilst teasing men.
Our eyes met and the nervous giggle I gave revealed the deliberate intention behind my tease. He responded by taking another monster bite of his burger, the intensity ravenous and obvious.
My clit pulsed in response to his hunger. That’s when I realized Luke was just dangerous. Not just in general - he was clearly a bad boy, something I’ve never had, which was sexy in and of itself - but for my hormones to be around. Just being near him gave my cunt a Molotov cocktail of arousal.
He finished his burger, downed a second one, and rubbed his tummy. A light belch escaped his lips, and his eyes were lazy with satisfaction.
“Wanna see a movie?” He asked. I cocked my head. This was a random question.
“A movie? Aren’t we late?”
He shrugged me off. “You were right. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was when we stopped.” He reached for the bill, which the waitress left, examined it, and pulled out a $50. “Antonio’s already waiting on us. He’s already going to be mad with me. But we can take our time.”
He looked at me, his eyes unreadable. “Besides, you’ve got a ton of shit to do once you get there. Savor every moment you can until you do. It’ll help you.”
The way he shielded his expression in neutrality, coupled with those cryptic words sent a turn in my stomach. I thought about Maddie’s words, her fear, and the overall hot-and-cold behavior Luke had put forth.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, coolly.
“I’m just saying that Antonio’s a demanding man to work for. You’re going to wish you’d gotten in as much fun as possible before you begin working at the casino.”
We drove in silence to the theater. I didn’t have any preference of what to watch, but Luke insisted I pick. I chose some sci-fi flick. It had been raved about, and while I wasn’t a real sci-fi girl, it was either that or one of those annoying kiddie movies.
The movie was okay, but my mind turned over and over as I thought over Luke’s words. A feeling of dread formed in my stomach, and despite my optimism, I started to fear the worst.
Luke, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He purchased snacks for us, settled in, and proceeded to pass out. Thank God we were the only ones in the theater. His snoring was obnoxious, heavy, and he even had the nerve to lean on me.
I fought the urge to toss a clump of popcorn in his mouth, but he would probably have woken up ready to fight. Some people were reactive when they slept, their lizard brains were in control. I remember pranking Maddie and she nearly punched me in the face waking up from sleep.
After the movie, we checked back into La Quinta. As he walked me to my room, I joked with Luke about his snoring. He rolled his eyes. “Hey you’re the one that told me to get some rest.”
“True.”
We put my bags away, and headed down to explore the city for the rest of the afternoon. There wasn’t much to do in the way of leisurely activity except go window shopping. We stopped at a bookstore, and I picked up a couple of journals. I liked to write, and I figured it would be interesting to keep note of everything that happened in Vegas, and mail my adventures back to Maddie.
Luke got bored quickly and we headed back to our rooms. I watched TV and didn’t hear from him until nearly 9 PM. He came knocking on my door.
“You ready to eat?”
“What were you doing this entire time?” I asked, holding up a half-finished Snickers bar.
“Sleeping.” The unapologetic serenity of his expression revealed he had a damn good nap.
I shook my head. “I told you, you needed sleep.”
“I told you, you needed sleep,” he mocked in a nasally, high-pitched voice. “Girl are you hungry, or not?”
“Okay, okay. I’m coming. Geeze.”
We didn’t go straight to dinner. Instead, Luke took a detour and we checked out the Lowell Observatory, which was pricey and a little crowded, but worth the wait. I hadn’t been able to enjoy the experience of visiting an observatory since going to one with my father.
The experience touched me, making me think of my father, who I was sure was looking down on me with pride - and perhaps a
little apprehension.
My father would reanimate from the grave, if it were possible, at the idea of what I’d done for Mom and I to survive.
A comet shot across the sky at the very thought of him and my breath hitched. Tears came to my eyes. I took it as a sign that he was with me, even if I couldn’t see him or feel his presence at times.
I backed away, wiping away the tears as I smiled at Luke.
“Thank you, “I said. “How did you know I was into this stuff?”
Luke shrugged. “Embry-Riddle isn’t exactly known for its magic in culinary arts,” he said. “And you graduated with honors.”
There was a dark, sexy gleam in his eye as he took me in. His eyes swept over me from head to toe and back, and he smiled. “It’s good to see you happy. I like it.”
I blushed. He remembered that about me? Most men couldn’t be bothered to remember simple things, but he seemed to catch everything.
It touched me, because he really didn’t have to show this much respect and attention.
“Thank you.” I stepped toward him and jutted my thumb towards the exit. “I’m getting cold. And hungry.”
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I almost melted.
“Well then, lady, let’s eat.” He looked at me. “Galaxy Diner again?”
“Sure, why not?”
Luke
By the time we’d eaten at the Galaxy Diner - another fat tip for the same waitress and all - it was really late, close to midnight.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the gas station, and got her a pack of wine coolers. We sat around, relaxed in her room, shooting the shit.
It felt good. She was no longer the stiff, scared, yet annoying girl she was before. She was warm, relaxing to be around, and just… magnetic.