Page 10 of Why You?: Part One, Monday

“Oh, yeah. You like that,” I mutter to myself.

I can imagine her nodding at me, my fingers still tangled in her hair, while she sucks hard on my cock. The sensations of desire as she slides my cock in and out of her mouth are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I never expected myself to be so turned on by her, or the thought of her at least.

She fuels the hate fire I have inside me, turning me on with every shred of attitude she throws my way, every profane word she says to me with that dirty mouth of hers. The mouth I’d love to kiss. And the mouth I’d love to fuck.

As my orgasm inches closer, my hand tightens, my strokes grow even faster, and a shiver of pure pleasure runs through my body. An uncontrollable groan comes out of my mouth, louder than I expected, and a massive orgasm pulsates through my body, spewing warm cum from my cock.

I imagine Kinsley with my cock still inside her mouth. Her hands grab my ass as I climb the ladder to pure bliss and satiation. But somehow, I fear that I’ll never be able to get enough of her. Especially not when she kneels in front of me. I crave her lips around my cock, sucking it as I shoot my load into her mouth. Just thinking about it as I jerk myself off makes my orgasm even more intense. I groan loudly as I raise my gaze, staring up at the ceiling as my cock fires like a shotgun. One, two, three, four. So many that I eventually lose count. But it doesn’t even matter how many times it was. All that mattered was that I got what I wanted.

“Fuck,” I pant, my breathing ragged. But I have to admit. I’m more than satisfied.

I watch as my cum gets washed away by the water and let out a slow sigh.

In a way, fantasizing about Kinsley did take the edge off. But only time will tell if I’m cured of the inexplicable attraction I feel towards her. And now that it’s done and I’ve gotten it out of my system, I can move on now. Right?

SEVEN

~ Kinsley ~

My body jolts violently as I’m awoken by a feeling I had never felt before. I push myself up on my elbows and immediately know what woke me.

I’m shivering more than I ever have in my life, and even my legs and arms are aching. It’s even colder in my room than when I went to sleep. But then again, my body temperature was sky high when I eventually fell asleep. Fantasizing about Anson definitely kept me warm. But now all that heat is gone, and I’m shivering.

As I climb out of bed, my knees ache as I go to grab some warmer clothes. The shorts and a t-shirt I have on aren’t doing me any favors, despite the four blankets I have on the bed to keep me warm. It seems like only Anson can keep me warm. But I’m not admitting that to anyone. Especially not to him. My favorite oversized hoodie and a pair of black track pants will do the trick. I jump back into bed, covering myself with the thick blankets, and wait for my body to stop shaking.

It doesn’t for some reason.

I close my eyes and try to warm myself by thinking of my last vacation to Bermuda, laying on the white sand, with the sun warming my skin. It was one of my favorite vacations, and I would go back there anytime. Not only are the beaches beautiful and the hotels gorgeous, but the people are also friendly, and the men are super hot too—a perfect holiday destination.

Trying to fall asleep while thinking of Bermuda was usually easy. But not tonight. I open my eyes and stare up at the dark ceiling. Outside, the wind is howling, and it causes a deep feeling of unsettlement inside me. It’s a creepy sound. I didn’t even realize that it was so windy outside.

Giving up my attempt at falling asleep anytime soon, I climb out of bed and walk to the window. Drawing back the curtain, my eyes widen at the sight before me. Snow is falling hard, with strong winds blowing them even harder against the hotel. I’ve never seen a snowstorm in real life before, but obviously, this is what’s happening. Maybe it’s just a tiny snowstorm, and it‘ll be all over by morning.

A clattering sound from outside in the hallway makes me spin around, and my heart pounds in my chest. I know I shouldn’t be freaked out. But how can I not be? Anson and I are the only two people in the hotel. All the staff and construction workers have already left to spend time with their families for Christmas, and the renovations will resume in the new year.

As much as I don’t want to leave my room, I also want to know what made that sound. I walk to the door and slowly open it. Peering down both sides of the dark hallway, I don’t see anything that could have made that noise. I bite my lip, and right before I go back into my room, I hear the same sound, just a bit further away from me. I look to my left, where the sound came from, and swallow hard.

“Hello? Is someone there?” I call out.

Yeah, I know. That’s probably not the most brilliant move coming from someone who yells at the screen at the soon-to-be dead characters in a horror movie doing the same thing. But this isn’t a horror movie, right?

It’s probably nothing, just a figment of my imagination. But as soon as I hear it for the third time, I know it’s real. Something is happening on the other side of the hallway. Maybe something fell or is knocking against a door or a window.

Geez, I hope that’s what it is.

I quietly leave my room, burying my key card in the front pocket of my sweatpants, and make my way down the hallway. The lights in the hallway are dimmed to the point where they only provide a bit of light. But it’s better than no light at all.

When I get to the stairwell, I hear the sound again. It’s coming from the hallways where the renovations are being done. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and move a plastic sheet that closes off that part of the hallway. I step into the dark hallway and let out a slow breath.

Of course, this hallway is dark, with the way my luck is going. My heart is racing even more than it was before. My steps are short and slow, and I feel like something will jump out at me any second now.

A loud sound startles me, and my entire body jumps as I approach another plastic sheet—my hand trembles as I push it aside and peek around it. And then, to my relief, I spot the source of all my fears. An open window is being blown against the frame, and I let out a relieved sigh.

“Thank goodness,” I mutter and enter the room.

With a bit more effort than I thought, I close the window and latch it up tightly.

“You see? It was just a window. It’s fine. Everything is fine,” I whisper to myself. “There’s no one here. So, just chill.”

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