by Havok, Rayne
I have not masturbated in years, too much time was being wasted on that when the real thing could happen effortlessly enough. I’m not going to start now, not for that girl.
I turn up the radio and let my mind get lost in the lyrics, singing along when I know them.
It gets dark quickly, considering I hadn’t left my house until late afternoon I’m not surprised, but it is annoying to try and navigate the desolate highway that is poorly lit. My eyes feel heavy and my head is pounding with my hangover. I should stop, eat and sleep for a while. I know there is a motel coming up– I’ll check in, grab drive- thru food and take it in the room with me then catch some sleep.
The motel looks exactly like I remember it, a run- down row of rooms on either side of the pot- holed parking lot. The brightly lit office sits behind a floor to ceiling wall of windows. As I pull up, I can see the clerk– a red headed girl about twenty. She sets her book down as the door chimes my entrance.
“How you doin’ tonight?” she asks in a friendly tone.
“Pretty good, now,” I say, noticing her chest as she stands behind the tall counter top.
She smiles and gives me a look that says she appreciates the view as well.
“You got a room for me?” I sidle up to the tall desk and rest my elbows on top of the cool top.
“Sure do.”
“Great, I’ll just need it for the night.” She hands me a key, it has the number 12 engraved neatly into it.
“You have one closer to the office?” Since I have my eye on her anyway I’d like to see where this could go.
“Number one is open, it’s right next door.”
“I’d like that one.”
She gets that key and has me sign a log in book. After collecting the money, she hands me the key.
“I’m going out for some food, could I bring you something?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m off in an hour– I could just get something on my way home.”
“How about I go get us something and you come eat it with me?”
She giggles, and sucks her lip into her mouth, dragging her teeth as it makes its way back out. I can see that she will accept my offer, maybe before she knows, so I ask her what she likes.
“I’ll just have whatever you’re having, and a chocolate shake.” It sounds like she’s asking if that’s alright, and I think it’s adorable that she is shy. It makes me want to make her let loose and get free of that.
“I’ll be waiting for your knock then. Kelly. I add after reading it from the nametag she has pinned to her top.
“Ok, Tyler.” She must have read it before because she doesn’t look away from my eyes to confirm it with the paper I’ve signed. I’m surprised that it was possible for her to make out my chicken scratch signature.
I leave with her watching my back as I walk out. I can see in the reflection of the windows that her eyes never leave my ass. I smirk at her audaciousness.
I unlock the door to my room; the straight out of the 70’s style décor hits me right away. The mustard yellow bedspread and avocado carpeting clashing just like the good ‘ol days. It hasn’t been remodeled to look retro either, this is very much original to the period.
The shower looks like its seen better days and those days were decades ago. I strip out of my clothes and take a chance with the germs permeating the filth in the stall and stand under the hot stream, washing away the night of drinking and the hours of driving.
I feel refreshed– and slightly disgusted– as I wrap a stiff towel around my waist. I shake my head, flinging water droplets all over the mirror and let my shaggy hair dry naturally, as it’s what looks best on me.
After dressing, I grab my keys and head back out, making sure I have the room key to let myself back in. I killed most of the hour in the shower so I rush to the 24-hour drive thru of the closest burger joint. The night is cool and I crack the windows slightly to enjoy the night’s air.
I come back to the room and set the bags of food down on the circular table with two chairs. I kick off my shoes and get comfortable in one of them and not a full minute later the knock on the door excites me.
“Come in,” I tell her, having left the door unlocked in anticipation for her.
It opens a crack and then slowly reveals her standing there on the other side. She looks even better now that I can see all of her. Her tiny waist makes her tits look even bigger in her tight black tank top– she’s not wearing a bra, so I can see the hard nipples not hidden underneath. The tattoos along her arms, I hadn’t seen before, hiding under a light sweater she conveniently left somewhere else. Her round ass hugged tightly by her skinny jeans.
Fuck, she’s going to be a good time.
“All the way in.”
She looks like she’s only just realized she hasn’t exactly entered the room. “Oh.” She joins me at the table, going right for the shake I put in front of her food. “Thank you,” she says after taking a hard pull on the straw, the effort sucking her cheeks in.
“Dig in.” I’m starving now, the room full of the smells of fattening food and the hot red head sitting across from me– who’s totally willing to fuck, tantalizing all my senses.
I unwrap my burger and take a huge bite, it only makes me hungrier, I hadn’t realized just how ravenous I’d let myself become.
I watch her as she eats– much more slowly than me, and when I’m done I just sit and stare. It would seem creepy for a man who is not me– who doesn’t look like I do, but I’m able to get away with it. I’ve been described as ‘hot’ more times than I can count and when I look in the mirror I can be happy with what I see. My deep blue eyes and blond hair that frames a chiseled jaw, lightly dotted with fuzz. Full lips women enjoy kissing and a tight muscular body they love to get their hands on.
I don’t look away when she catches my eyes, she dares to hold my stare but is unable to for any length of time. She’s trying to be daring– it’s adorable.
I finally speak, pulling myself from my imagination. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” I mean it, she really is stunning.
She laughs, not like the giggles I’ve heard come from her, but a real from- the- gut laugh and it makes me laugh.
“Thank you,” she says when she remembers her manners.
“Do you have someone who will be wondering about you?”
She gives me a look I can’t name and says, “Why? Are you planning on doing something horrible to me?”
She’s joking, I can tell, but I see it become a realization to her quickly. I laugh and tell her I have nothing untoward planned for her. “I only want what you want.”
“And what is that?” she says flirtatiously.
“You want me to tell you what you want or what I want?” I ask, pulling myself to the end of my chair.
“What do you think I want?”
I put my hands on her knees and push them apart until they are stopped by the armrests of the chair. “First, I think you want me to run my hands up your thighs until I can feel the heat coming from your little pussy.” Her gasp tells me I’m on the right track. “Then you want me to drag your pants down your legs and bury my face inside of you.”
She doesn’t stop me when I get on my knees in front of her, so I go about doing what I’ve said, reaching for her zipper, I slide it down slowly. I grab the waistband of her pants and tug them down; she lifts her ass to help me. I pull off her shoes to get rid of her pants completely.
She tries to bring her legs back together, probably feeling exposed, but I don’t let her. I put one leg on either of the wooden armrests and look at her glistening slit. I blow slowly on it watching her reaction to me. Her nipples are hard and her breath is coming heavy.
“You want me to taste this beautiful pussy of yours?”
I wait for her to answer, it takes longer than I think it should, but she finally nods and that is all the confirmation I need to dive in there. I slide my tongue up her cleanly shaven lips.
God she tastes delicious.
/> I dip my tongue inside her and lap it up. She moans loudly when I reach her clit, sucking it into my mouth hard and then tickling it with my tongue, alternating gentle and hard– it drives her crazy. I pull back when I feel her tightening for her orgasm only to bring her to that point again moments later.
My cock is harder than it has been in a long while, I can’t wait to get in to her delicious cunt. I push my fingers inside and the tightness of her hole grips my digits, I have to make a real effort to fuck her with them.
I lift her top with my other hand and bare her tits to me. Perfect, like I knew they would be– full and perky with soft pink nipples that are hard from being turned on while fucked. I pull one into my mouth and her already tight pussy clenches tighter around my fingers. “God, your pussy is like a vice grip.” I say, switching sides, giving the same attention to her other tit. She arches her back and her hips start working in tandem with my fingers to get her off.
I put my mouth back onto her clit and I finally let her come. Before Kelly has a chance to recover, I pick her up off the chair and toss her onto her back on the bed– she scoots into the center of the mattress with her elbows and spreads herself for me, again.
I undress slowly, letting her watch as I reveal myself to her. She squirms with excitement, waiting patiently for me to fuck her.
“Now, you want me to put my cock inside of you. Don’t you?”
She nods.
I take my hard dick in my hand and stroke it in front of her, alleviating the ache that had grown from ignoring it. I slide a condom on and climb in between her legs, pushing her knees up to her ears as I go– folding her in half. Then I line us up and push the full length of my cock into her, giving her no time to become accommodated with the girth, I start fucking her deep.
Her panting and yelps are being cut off by the next cry. She sounds like a porn star, but I know she’s not faking. I can see in her face the pain of having me inside her at this angle– with this relentless rhythm. She is enjoying herself– the wet sounds coming from her pussy are enough proof of that.
I tip her ass up off the mattress scooting underneath her, resting the back of her thighs on top of my bent knees then drag her up by her arms sitting her on my lap– never breaking our connection.
She rides me, bouncing fast enough to get her tits jiggling. “Fuck, you look good.” I say, gritting my teeth.
She likes the compliment, flipping her long hair over her shoulder so I can see more of her chest, which is what I wanted. I lean in and trap one of her nipples between my teeth, biting harder than is comfortable, but she doesn’t pause, if anything it makes her more hungry for my dick.
I take the length of her hair in my fist and pull her head back exposing her neck, which I slide my tongue along until I move her mouth to mine, forcing her lips open with my tongue; I fuck her mouth. She kisses me back with my same hunger. We’re not moving with any sort of rhythm– both just needing to fuck and be fucked.
I flip her over, “Get on your knees.”
She does what I tell her, round ass in the air– at this angle it looks even bigger and more round. Her tight little ass hole calling to me but I don’t want to have that conversation right now, I just want to nut inside of her.
I stand at the end of the bed and drag her toward me, pushing my way into her wet hole. I pull her up by her hair– her back flush with my front– and I thrust into her, resuming the frantic pace from before.
“Touch your pussy.” I whisper into her ear.
She does as she’s told and I feel her fingers work her pussy quickly, bumping into my cock occasionally from the frantic way she’s rubbing her clit.
“I want to feel your orgasm, I want your pussy so wet it drips down your thighs.” I thrust deeper, slapping our skin together.
I use her tits as a grip hold to keep her in place as I fuck her for my own release, quick and hard. I feel as soon as she reaches hers, holding my cock tightly, the friction is enough to do it for me. I pump everything I have into the condom and bite my teeth into her neck to muffle my groan.
I slide out of her, my cock misses her warmth instantly. She flops forward onto her stomach and I climb up next to her to lie down myself. I take the fully loaded condom off and toss it in the direction of the trash. I’m sure I didn’t make it inside but I don’t have enough energy to care. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her against me; my hand falls to her ass. I give it a squeeze.
She moans.
I smile.
I fall asleep before I realize I’m going to.
Chapter Four
I awaken sometime in the early morning hours inside of her again. She must have taken it upon herself to take advantage of my morning wood. Both of us are on our sides, her ass is grinding into me. I feel right away that I don’t have a condom on but that can’t stop me now.
She must realize I am finally awake because she starts moving quicker, backing her ass into me. She feels so good unsheathed– so wet and warm, too late, now to worry about the consequences.
I pull her up onto my lap, facing away from me. I watch her round ass jiggle as she fucks me, mesmerized by my thick cock going in and out of her tight hole.
I suck my thumb into my mouth to wet it and without warning push it inside of her tight ass hole. It drives her wild, she fucks me fast and hard, milking my cock until it’s spurting inside of her and she comes seconds later, falling back onto me.
“I’m on the pill,” she says by way of an answer to that question that was right on my tongue to ask.
I rub my hands up and down her tummy, loving the feel of her covering me. I cup her tits and pull her nipples hard between my fingers.
“I should get cleaned up,” she says and tries to leave.
I roll her off me and push her back into the mattress, spreading her legs. “I want to see my come inside of you.”
She bites her lip, that fucking lip that makes me want to fuck her mouth. She spreads her thighs apart and I can already see the creamy white dripping from her hole.
“Fuck, it looks good in there.” I push my fingers inside of her and work them around, smearing my come across her slick pussy after taking them out. Then I tell her she can go get cleaned up.
She goes shyly to the restroom, coming out a few minutes later looking a little less fucked, although still completely naked, she walks over to her clothes and gets dressed. “Check out is at 11:00,” she says
“I’ll be out before then,” I say back.
“Ok.”
And she fucking leaves– just like any good whore, she’s out before it gets weird.
Fuck, I’ll miss her.
I want to go back to sleep but I don’t let myself, I need to get back on the road. I take a shower instead. I change into a fresh pair of jeans and a new tee, slip into my shoes and do a quick glance around the room, making sure I haven’t forgotten anything.
I drop the key at the office with an old man I’m glad wasn’t here to check me in last night, it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun a night if he had. He asks me about my stay and I tell him it did the job.
I get back on the road, stopping at a coffee shop to grab a large cup for the road and make quick work of it during the next leg, stopping once for food, which I eat as I drive.
I see the lights of the town just as night falls. The familiar glow of my hometown brings about memories I had forgotten along the way.
I call the attorney’s number back and let Mr. James know that I’ve arrived. He tells me to go ahead and come up, that he will be in his office.
I do just that as I come to the familiar building, which has changed a lot yet somehow remained the same, the rustic red brick colored façade now covered over with a white washed paint, giving it an updated look in this grungy town. He must do fairly well for himself here. A brightly lit sign adorning the entry leads the way.
He has me sit down before starting his spiel. “Mr. Rydek, again, I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“It’s fine,
I’m fine, let’s just get on with this. I’ve had a long drive and I just want to get to my parent’s house and settle in for the night.”
His expression tells me I’ve been too blunt so I ease up on him. He has also lost a good friend in my father– so he says.
“I’m just going to read his last wishes for you. Then you can be on your way.”
“Great,” I say, leaning into the chair, settling in for what I imagine is going to take a while.
“Basically, your father has left you everything, the house and all its contents. The car lot– he would really like it if you would run it. He says here if you’d rather not he would like you to sell it and use the money for something useful, not to throw it away.”
I roll my eyes; I can practically hear my father in those words. He had always been so worried about where my money goes. Which is ridiculous– I’ve never given him any reason to think I’m a frivolous spender. I own my house outright and my college loans have never been in default. I’d never asked the man for a dime.
But, he had come from a family that was scraping by most times with a drunken father who’d plundered most of his earnings, so I let it slide, knowing he meant well. “Is that it?” I ask, trying to mask my irritation.
“He’s left a large sum of money from a life insurance policy. $250,000. That will be yours to do with as you see fit.”
The money sounds good to me; although I’m sure my money hungry mother will think I should do something for her with it. “Did he have one for my mother as well?”
“I have you labeled soul beneficiary.”
Well, that gives her even more reason to hate me. My father never really liked her, even as a child I could tell he wasn’t fond of her– her bitching and complaining about any and all things he did drove him away even before I left. Her incessant nagging pushed us both away. Only he had stayed for whatever reasons he thought outweighed the life he’d have without her. Now he’s gone and never gets a second alone without her, I’m sad he never got away. As bad as that sounds, it’s more truth than anything I’ve ever thought.
“Great,” I say, and even I can hear that it sounds like a bad idea for him to have done.