Page 59 of Play With Me

What are you thinking?

We went inside the motel. Smoke hung underneath the ceiling, collecting from a half-finished cigarette resting in an ashtray. Behind the desk, a sign that proclaimed “Go the extra mile. It’s never crowded” hung crooked on a single nail. A redheaded receptionist was resting her head on the front desk when Lola happily slammed her fist on the bell. Its echo chimed through the empty lobby.

The woman jumped up. Her eyes were red and watery, which would explain the slight odor of marijuana. She wore a scratched name tag, “Shelley.”

“One room for two, please,” Lola said happily. Our receptionist “du jour” lowered her hand to underneath the counter. For a moment, the look on her face put me on alert, but she brought out a set of keys, and I let out a breath of relief.

Unsurprisingly, Shelley retrieved a joint from her pocket and lit it, saying, “Room one oh eight. A hundred bucks. Cash only. No refunds. No complaining about how hard the mattress is. Welcome.”

Lola’s happy face fell. She took the keys from the sleepy redhead’s hand while I lay down two fifties on the counter.

Shelley pointed in the direction of a hallway, plopped her head back down on the counter and we headed for our room.

“Sure doesn’t feel like welcome to me,” Lola murmured.

“I’ll make you feel more welcome as soon as we close the door to that room.”

She stopped. Was that a no?

“Promise me that, Madman. Promise me to fuck me until I can’t think anymore. I… I need to clear my mind.”

Whatever was occupying her mind, I suddenly wanted to know more about it. I wanted to know what made her tick and where the sudden change came from. This would be the easiest promise I ever made.

“I promise,” I replied.

As soon as the door closed behind us, we dropped the bags where we were standing and slammed into each other.

Finally.

The kiss was fervent and needy, and I wondered why I’d waited so long for this. I should have had her in my arms all these months we’d been apart. I should have had her by my side and in my bed. That regret transferred through the harder strokes of my tongue against hers, and my solid dick pushed into her thigh, inching to align at her hot center.

She was right. We needed this before we left on our hike. I grabbed the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head. She did the same to my shirt. The feel of her skin against mine, cold and hot, hot and cold, wasn’t enough. Desperate to touch her everywhere at the same time, my hands roamed over her body. I needed her to be mine. The fantasy to take her, fuck her, then hold her turned into this deep desire I couldn’t understand. It wasn’t just a need to find my release — that too — but a necessity I’d been deprived of for too long. She made me feel like a man.

Her pants slid off her muscled thighs, and I lowered to the ground to help her out of them, inhaling her essence on my way down. Lola’s legs were strong and sexy, lean and well-defined. I stood up and guided her to the bed, my hands never leaving her skin. I squeezed her breasts underneath her bra, enticing her nipples to harden as my cock throbbed with pain. This girl drove me crazy. She was my ultimate high in every way.

Lola lay back on the bed, and I started my kissing journey at her neck, meandering down her body toward her heat, and as soon as the panties came off, my nose was at her trimmed pubes and my mouth was devouring her hot pussy. Her lower back arched off the bed as her hips lifted, pressing her mound against my nose, begging for more.

A popping sound stole my attention for a moment, and I pulled away. “Did you hear that?”

“Brook, don’t stop.” Her hand flew to the top of my head and she pressed it back to her engorged folds.

I resumed sucking on her, my tongue sweeping harder over her swollen clit. A moment later the pop registered in my ears again, and I stopped.

“I swear I heard something, Lola.”

“It’s all in your head. Focus,” she urged, squirming underneath me. I dove back in, resuming the momentum. I barely got a taste of her when the sound distracted me for the third time.

“All right, get off!” She pushed at my shoulders, frowning. “I think I need some time by myself.”

She grabbed her tank from the side of the bed and pulled it over her head. This wasn’t a good sign for me, but I couldn’t let the familiar sound go.

“Sorry, Lola, but I have this feeling that something’s off. I won’t be able to concentrate unless I check it out.”

“We’re in a motel, Brook. Geez, if every little sound is distracting you now, what’s going to happen when we’re out in the wild? The forest doesn’t sleep.”

She was right, but this was different. Noises usually didn’t distract me; this was more of a gut feeling.

“I’m going to check it out.”

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