by BL Mute
He looks to my lips, then back to my eyes. “No. I texted because I was already craving you, but I like seeing you all hot and bothered. I like that my words can do that to you.” He pushes away from me and starts up the steps like none of this just happened. “You coming?” He glances over his shoulder.
I roll my eyes and push off the wall with a pout. “Not coming in the way I want,” I mumble, following him up.
We make it to the second landing, and he opens the door and holds it open. I step around him into the hallway and let him take the lead again. He stops in front of room two sixteen, slides the key card in, then opens the door when it blinks green.
I walk inside and look around. Unlike the dingy motel, I’m familiar with this place, and there is more than dim lighting. There is only a phone charger plugged in on the nightstand and a black duffel bag tucked under it. Clearly, he isn’t going to be here long.
“You said you’re here for work?” I ask, turning around to face him.
“Not here. In the area.” He circles his hand in the air.
“And what did you say you do for work?” I pry, trying to get anything out of him.
He chuckles. “I never said.”
I huff. “Why don’t you want me to know you, Stallion?”
“It’s not like you’ll let me get to know you either, and you’re the one who agreed to no strings, Spitfire.”
“Yeah? Well, that was before you decided to try and play hero tonight. Trying to save me from drinking and driving doesn’t seem very ‘no strings attached,’ don’t you think?” I ignore the first part of his statement because he’s right.
I’m a hypocrite.
He shrugs, unbothered. “Just trying to be a good person.”
I shake my head. “Fuck being a good person. I don’t want some upstanding citizen. I just want your name. Something.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
The flirty tone in his voice is replaced with edginess. “Because in my line of work, the less people know, the better.”
I narrow my eyes and step closer. “I call bullshit.”
“Call it whatever you want.”
I shake my head again and start to stomp past him. “Fine.”
When I make it to the door, I grip the handle with every intention of throwing it open and leaving, but his hand slams against it, making it impossible to open. “You’re not leaving.”
“You can’t make me stay,” I snap, trying to pull it even though I know he’s not going to budge.
Instead of him throwing back another smart-ass reply, he moves his hand from the door and wraps it around my neck. “I don’t have to make you. You want to stay all on your own, don’t you?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
STALLION
“Answer me,” I demand as her body stills under me.
Her heartbeat throbs under my hold. I try to focus on it, hoping it will help calm my need to claim her—to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. I want the buildup. I want the tension. I want to tease her, and that alone lets me know this is more dangerous than I thought, but if I can’t be close to my brother, I’ll take the next best thing.
Granted, I didn’t know it was her the first night we met up, but it was a happy little surprise I wasn’t going to complain about.
“I want to stay,” she finally replies.
She presses her back against the door, then slides down it until she hits the floor. Her copper eyes stay fixed on mine the entire way down. Moving to her knees, she reaches for my belt buckle.
I stare down on her as she finally undoes it, then pops open my button and pulls the zipper. She tugs my pants with force, still keeping her eyes on me. When she pulls my boxers down and my cock springs free, I let my head loll back for a moment.
It isn’t until I feel her warm tongue skate across my shaft that I peer back down on her. Her brown eyes are hooded and full of mischief. She opens her mouth as wide as it can go, then slides her lips over me. I immediately shudder and plant my hands on the door.
I should let her go—force her to run away from me and not chase her—but I can’t. “That’s a good girl,” I praise, and it spurs her on.
She moves faster, taking me deeper until I feel the head of my dick hit the back of her throat. I’ve never been one to believe in God, but fuck, this is what I imagine my own personal heaven to be like. Or maybe it would be hell because this girl has got the devil inside of her. I can see it in her eyes and feel it on her flesh. Nothing about this bombshell screams sweet and innocent. It’s all dark, feisty, and fucking filthy in the best way.
I move my hands from the door and gather her hair. I hold it snugly as she continues working me with her mouth. Her gags fill the air, and it’s music to my ears. Normally, the only sounds I have echoing in my mind are those of death. People taking their last breaths, gunshots, bloody gurgles. But with her, I get to hear groans and gags from pleasuring me and screams from her own ecstasy.
“You’re doing so good.” She smiles around my cock as tears form in her eyes.
I give one last thrust, holding her head steady, before removing myself and crouching to the floor with her. With my hand still in her hair, I press my lips to hers. This kiss isn’t slow or sweet. It’s fast and sloppy with spit and crashing teeth.
“I need you, Stallion.” Need, not want. She whispers it like a prayer between our bitter kisses, like she’s too scared to say it.
I want to tell her who I am and give her my name just so I can hear her scream it instead of the stupid one I use online, but I have more self-control than that.
I pull her to her feet as I stand. Walking backward, I drag her with me until we hit the bed. I fall back and pull her on top of me. “Show me. Show me how badly you need me.”
She pulls her dress even higher, letting it bunch around her hips. I kick my shoes off, then my pants, and pull my shirt over my head and off. I reach down and grab the elastic of her panties and rip it before moving to the other side and doing the same. When she raises to pull them from under her, I take the opportunity to move my hands under her ass. I thrust her up until her pussy is lined up with my mouth.
I drag my tongue against her folds, letting the taste of her arousal coat my tongue, and she shudders. Groaning, I squeeze her ass cheeks in my hands and urge her to ride my face. She grabs the top of the bedframe, bracing herself, then moves her hips back and forth. Every time I make it to her clit, I suck a little harder, and I swear her pussy gets hotter. I can feel the need. I can smell it. And all it does is make me want to give it to her.
I let her stroke her pussy across my tongue until I can’t take it anymore. I move my hands to the small of her back and roll, placing her on her back. I grab the back of her thighs and raise them high in the air before spreading her even wider. When I drop my hands, she stays in that position. I use one hand and to run my fingers over her glistening heat as the other slips a finger inside of her.
I spread with my middle finger and thumb to stare at her soft, pink pussy, then use my pointer to stroke her softly, as the one from my other hand pumps into her. When I move back to her clit, I massage it, then insert another finger. She moans and pushes herself further into the bed.
“Tell me how good it feels, baby,” I whisper and kiss the inside of her thigh.
She squeezes her eyes shut and grips the bed harder. “So good.”
I smile and continue. I push another finger inside, letting her pussy swallow my pointer, middle, and ring finger to the knuckles. As I thrust them in and out of her, I lean down and suck her clit. She bucks under me, matching the rhythm of my pumps.
Her legs start to shake, and I know she’s about to come, but I refuse to let that happen without me inside of her, and I don’t mean my fingers. I withdraw and look up at her. “Breathe.” She nods, her chest rising and falling swiftly. “I don’t want you to come yet.”
She looks disappointed, but it quickly disappears as I crawl up her body. I keep her legs in the
air and position them on my shoulders. Her ankles cross behind my head, and the heels from her shoes bite into my skin. I line myself up with her, then tease her entrance, only giving her the head of my dick.
“Please,” she pleads.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
I smile down on her and place one hand on the side of her thigh and move the other to her throat. “Good girl.”
She melts in my hold, tipping her head back as far as she can so I have better access to her neck. As I slide my entire length into her slowly, I apply pressure to the sides of her throat.
My job consists of taking life, but in these moments, I have the power to choose. I could snap her neck if I wanted to or cut her airway off completely, but I’d rather bring her right to the edge of death. The harder I squeeze, the redder her cheeks turn, and it screams to the monster inside me—the one my dad created when I was a kid.
The pure trust she has in me to take her to these levels after knowing me less than seventy-two hours is astounding, but I don’t question it. I need this to keep myself balanced. I need it to keep myself sane, and maybe she needs it for her own reasons too.
I pull out, then slam back in, seating myself inside of her all the way to the hilt. I stay there for a moment, my own personal heaven, then move my waist in a steady tempo. Her legs squeeze around the sides of my neck the faster I go, and it turns me on even more. I tighten my own hold on her and watch as her eyes roll into the back of her head from pure bliss.
When I start to feel her walls clutch around me, I know she’s getting close. “Such a good girl taking this cock.”
“Mmm.” She moans, and that’s all it takes for me to explode.
I pull out and come all over the sheets under her as she thrashes under me, clawing the blanket that’s bunched up around her head and letting her mouth open on a silent scream. When her legs finally unlock from around my head, I fall beside her. “Fuck.”
I can feel her nod in agreement, but she doesn’t say anything.
I stroke her hip with my fingertips, waiting for her to come back down to earth. When her breaths level out and slow, I turn on my side. “Are you okay?”
She reaches up and touches her neck, then winces slightly. “I’m fine.”
I shake my head and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I stand, then walk to her side and grab her hands. When she’s standing, I push her dress down and let it pool at her feet. I pull her behind me through the room and into the bathroom.
I turn and lift her by the waist until her ass is planted on the counter. One by one, I raise her feet and unclasp the buckles from her shoes around her ankles. I throw them to the floor, then move to the shower. Once the water is on, I test the temperature before turning back to her and helping her off the counter.
“You really are a nice guy, huh?” she asks as we step into the stream of water.
I turn her around and lean her head back, wetting her hair under the water. “I could be better.”
If only she knew…
“I don’t see how. You fuck like a champ, and now you’re cleaning me up too?”
I smile and pull her back into my front. “It’s the least I could do. You’re such a good girl. Sucking my dick like a whore, then letting me pound into your sweet pussy.” My dick starts to come to life all over again, but I talk it down. Now isn’t for me. It’s for her.
“Mmm. You sure know how to make a girl feel good, Stallion.” She lays her head back into the crook of my neck.
I look over her, grab the bodywash, and lather it in my hands. I rub it all over her body, never letting my hands linger on her tits or pussy too long. She can’t handle another round right now. Hell, another day to recover and let the soreness lessen from my grip would have been best, but when I saw her in the bar with my client, jealousy sprouted in my stomach.
The thought of her with one of my clients, someone I know who is probably more a monster than me, makes me wonder what the fuck she is doing. What is she trying to escape by meeting men like me?
It’s too bad this will be it though. If I’m already feeling this way in this little bit of time, I’m sure that would only grow, and I refuse to put a target on her back or my own.
I knew this was a bad idea when I walked out of the motel, ready to chase her, but I couldn’t help myself. The entire time I’ve been in town, I’ve been so worried about keeping my distance from my brother and making sure Ghost knows nothing of his existence while trying to handle business that I needed to blow off some steam. I needed to get my mind focused on something else.
If I had known who she was before all of this started, I would have kept my distance and did everything I should have. But it was already too late. In a single night, she managed to claw under my skin and make her way into my thoughts. Maybe it’s only because of the connection she has to my brother, or maybe it’s just because of her as a person alone. I don’t know. All I do know is this has to end. Nothing good will come for me, her, or my brother if this continues.
I push the thoughts down as I rinse her body. Once she’s clean, I step out and pull her with me. I wrap a towel around her shoulders, then one around my waist. I lead her back into the room and pull the top sheet off the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet and comforter.
She climbs in and lies down, then pats the space behind her. “At least stay with me tonight since you still can’t even give me your name.”
I shake my head with a grin. If only she knew why I couldn’t give her all she wants. But for tonight, I’ll at least give her this. I’ll lie with her and hold her and tell her how much of a good girl she is, because by morning, I’ll be gone.
CHAPTER NINE
CARMEN
I roll over, stretching my arm out beside me. First, I notice the pounding in my head, but then I realize he’s gone. I open my eyes and peer around the room. Still no sight of him. I run my hand over the empty space. It’s cold.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Really, I shouldn’t, but I thought maybe we were getting somewhere last night. I mean, it wasn’t very far from where we started, but he did stay with me at least until I fell asleep, which is a start.
The mysteriousness surrounding him should scare me, and maybe it did for a total of two seconds, but now it fascinates me. I can tell he’s lonely, that he needs someone. Fuck, I think I need that too, but he won’t let me be that person. It’s not like I’m asking for marriage or babies. I simply only want sex. And his name. And maybe to know where he came from. But even then, that doesn’t seem like a lot.
I groan and sit up and press my hand to my forehead. Talk about the worst hangover ever. Waking up alone, with a killer headache, and completely naked. I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, then take a minute to gather my bearings. I look at the digital clock on the nightstand and see it’s already 8:00 a.m.
I shake my head, then search the floor for my dress. When I find it, I slip it on. I don’t even have my phone or keys, but I remember last night like it just happened. I think the soreness between my legs and the gravelly feel when I swallow is to blame for that.
I shake my head and spot my torn panties on the floor and collect them, wrapping them in a ball in my fist. Once I’m sure all evidence of my presence here is picked up, I go to the bathroom and slip on my heels. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I cringe. Dark circles hang under my eyes, my hair is tangled and ratted, and my throat… The marks from our first time together are darker now, but now a fresh handprint is forming. It still seems easy enough to cover, but I never even realized how easily I could bruise. It’s not like he killed me or made me pass out… this time.
I push the thoughts of Stallion away and flip the light off before walking out of the bathroom. When I make it to the door, I open it and look down each side of the hall. I start toward the stairwell, knowing damn well if I was to run into anyone right now, it wouldn’t be good.
The door to the stairwell slams behind me after
I step in, echoing off the brick walls and making me jump. I hurry down both flights, then exit straight outside. The sun immediately assaults my eyes and makes my head throb even more. I do my best to shield my vision as I focus on walking so I don’t break my ankle.
When my Bentley comes into view, I quicken my pace until I’m right outside the driver’s door. I get in and check for my clutch and phone. All the cash from B is still there, and my phone is still on the seat. I check for my keys and find them too, surprised no one snatched them last night.
I pick up my phone, but it doesn’t come on. “Great.”
I plug it into the charger I keep in my console, then snag some Tylenol from my glove box while I wait for it to charge enough to power back up. I start my car and put the AC on full blast, hoping it’ll do something to help my headache until the medicine kicks in, but I don’t have any such luck.
My phone dings in my hand, and I look entirely too quickly, hoping it will be Stallion, but it isn’t. I’m starting to realize it may never be him. He clearly doesn’t want to be known or cared about. And he doesn’t want to stay, just like everyone else. He just wants a piece of ass every now and then, which I figured I could offer, but now I don’t even think I could. For once, I feel the need for more.
This whole thing was supposed to be a distraction from all the other fucked-up things in my life. Just a way to be someone no one knows, but now I realize it hurts just as bad. My own father doesn’t want me, and now I give myself to a man in the most vulnerable way, and he doesn’t even want me either.
How have I given a single man the power to make me question shit just because he has a good dick, pretty brown eyes, and mysterious intrigue? I couldn’t tell you, but that shit stops here.
“Fuck men. Fuck feelings. Fuck everything,” I say out loud to myself. Now is the time for me to rein the old Carmen back in. The one focused on growing her bank account and partying.
My phone digs again, reminding me I never opened the notification. When I see it’s the dating app, I roll my eyes. This is the thing that got me in this position, but then I remember B and how nice it was to talk to him and how normal it felt. There were no unanswered questions or snappiness. Just laughs, honesty, and fun. I laugh at myself. That shit didn’t even matter to me a few days ago, so why should it matter now?
