I open the door and let myself in. I stand in the doorway holding the door open, giving him an invitation to the place I now call home. His eyes look around, taking in all my personal touches. Custom designs by Star: clothes all over the bed, bags piled in the corner, and a vibrator just chillin’ on the nightstand. What? I didn’t know I was going to have company! A girl has needs!
He sits down in the rickety old chair next to the table in front of the window. The curtains are still wide open and the lone light of the parking lot shines directly into my room. At least we don’t have that much privacy.
“You know, I don’t even know your name,” I tell him. I know nothing about this man. Only that he is concerned about me getting sick from being out in the cold without a jacket. Why would he even fucking care?
“Chrome.” Of course he has some kind of biker nickname. From the cut I got a good view of earlier, it’s clear he is in some kind of motorcycle club. Apparently you must check in your real name when you join, so you can be called by some kind of accessory. I bet his friends are named shit like Sissy Bar or Prison Shank. Jesus. Christ.
“Interesting name,” I say as I pull my shoes off and slowly start to get comfortable for the night. Even if I have a stranger in my room.
“Says the woman named Star.” I want to laugh, but it’s true. How can I make fun of his nickname, when I am named after God knows what. Maybe a bad trip my parents had when they found out they were having a baby? Hey, it is a realistic fucking idea.
“Touche.”
He laughs again, and my insides completely melt on the spot.
“So why don’t you tell me about yourself, Star.”
Oh, we are playing the whole get to know you game? I figured that went out the window when he followed me into my hotel room. I am so not into games. He’s hot, but guys like this aren’t the get to know you type. They are the bag and bounce kind.
“Quit the games. What do you want? Blow job? Get your dick wet? Don’t play games. Just get it out in the open already.” I can’t help it. I’m just too blunt. Maybe something of Seven actually rubbed off on me all these years.
“Well, I guess you are straight to the point.”
The smile on his face starts to fade. The look that replaces it is dark, sexy. I’m not sure if I should be turned on, but I am. Men like this are going to be the death of me. Literally. One day I am going to invite the wrong guy in and he is going to fuck me, then kill me. Once again, I realize I have the worst fucking judgment skills. Or lack thereof.
“I wasn’t going to come on to you tonight, Star. But if you are offering…” His hand palms his sizable erection, which is pressing against his jeans. I can see every last inch of it. The only thing I want to do is drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, but I don’t. I choke down the giant lump in my throat as he stands.
Every ounce of self-control I have left in my body snaps like a rubber band, and I throw myself across the room at him. He catches my petite body and crushes me up against the wall next to the door. His full lips press against mine as he picks me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his wide waist, slowly realizing how massive of a man he really is.
My mouth has a mind of its own; each kiss I return with hunger. I part my lips and my tongue skims his bottom lip, asking for entry. He opens without any hesitation and I explore. He tastes delicious. Something fruity, maybe gum, or candy, mixed with the aftertaste of cigarettes. It seems like ages since I have shared such an intimate kiss with someone. We are frantic and passionate. We’re like high school kids who can’t get enough of each other.
Something bounces between our bodies. An electric charge. The energy fuels our desire as we go at it, up against the wall in my shitty hotel room. One arm lets go of my body and reaches down between us. My body slowly slides down his until I am on my feet once again, but he never once lets my mouth go. Not for a second.
His fingers go straight for the button on my jeans, but I have a better idea. I slowly pull my mouth away from his and drop to my knees. He has already freed his beautiful cock from the tight blue jeans, and it is definitely as impressive as it was inside those bad boys. That’s when I notice it. The piercing. Not your regular Prince Albert, the girly cock piercing of cock piercings. No, he has an apadravya, a beautiful barbell directly through the head of his cock. Clearly ribbed for her pleasure.
I slide my small hand down his delicious cock, lick my lips, and slowly suck the tip in between my lips, running my tongue up and down along the bead of the barbell. He leans forward, resting his arm against the wall to brace himself. My lips close around his throbbing dick and I take all nine inches down my throat. A growl vibrates through his body as my hands focus on playing with his smooth balls.
“God, you’re good.”
I laugh, even though his cock fills my throat, and that’s when I notice him: River. He is staring inside, his mouth hanging open. Under my heavy lidded eyes, I pretend I don’t see him standing there, watching. I can’t ignore him, but I don’t stop. I close my eyes and start to lick my way back up to the tip of Chrome’s cock. He pulls me to my feet. His mouth covers mine in a kiss full of possession. When I blink my eyes open once again, River’s gone. I try to move away from Chrome, to close the blinds, but he pins me against the wall.
“Nobody is out there this time of night. Don’t worry about the curtains.”
His fingers work the button on my jeans and roughly push them down my legs. I shimmy out of them and kick them across the room. Both of us still have our shirts on, and neither is in a hurry to lose them. He wraps his arm around my waist and picks me up off the ground again; my hands grasp onto his leather cut. Instead of wrapping my legs around him this time, I break the kiss.
“Condom” is all I can make out before his mouth is on mine again. He fumbles between our bodies, pushing me back against the wall, holding me in place with his massive body, as he rolls the latex down his rock hard cock. His hands caress up my body and dive right into my hair, once again completely skipping my t-shirt covered tits.
That’s when I feel it. His dick pushes against my soaking cunt. I can’t help but beg for it. To me, this is second nature. Something I am good at. Something I love. I don’t have much of that in my life, but I’m going to enjoy it tonight, because who knows when I will get a chance to fuck like this again.
“Fuck me, hard,” I say as my breath heaves in and out in quick pants. Chrome needs no encouragement; once he hears those words, he buries his dick so deep inside of me, I think I am seeing fucking stars. No. Fucking. Joke.
There is nothing romantic or loving about this. It is raw and carnal, frantic and passionate. There is something about each other we simply cannot get enough of. As his hard cock pumps in and out of me, I have to tell myself repeatedly that this is just sex because, for some God awful reason, for the first time in my life, it feels like so much fucking more.
A moan slips out from between my swollen lips into his mouth. My back slaps against the wall with each deeper thrust. I grip his cut and suck on his tongue while his pace quickens.
“Fuck,” he says briefly, breaking his mouth away from our kiss, and trailing his lips down the side of my neck. It’s an intimate action but I ignore the connection building in my own mind and remind myself: This is just sex. Really fucking good sex.
I am close. I can feel my orgasm building deep within my cunt. My moans grow louder, encouraging him. His thrusts get harder. Then, at once, we both let out strangled moans and share a release.