I turn and look up at it. If you squint her acrylic face looks like Voldemort. “I used to be pretty good,” I answer. “But it’s been a while since I’ve done anything.”
“That’s too bad,” he says. He stands up and closes the pizza box. I watch him as he moves around the room as naked as a porn star.
It was a simple response but his words echo in my head: ‘That’s too bad.’ And it is too bad. I’ve never been as happy as I was with a blank canvas, a peaceful setting before me and a paintbrush between my colorful fingers. The tart smell of the acrylic paint, the fresh air tickling my bare feet and the long afternoons swallowed up in creativity are all things that I miss. My father made me feel stupid for enjoying painting. ‘That will never make you rich,’ he would always say as if that was the only thing that mattered. As if I cared about money. He straight up got angry when I suggested art school over law. He had the butler throw out all of my art supplies as punishment. I hadn’t painted a piece since.
I watch Colton’s toned, muscular body as he walks across the room like a panther. His strides are long and light, as if he walks on the balls of his feet ready to pounce at any moment.
His chest and arms are built like a bodybuilder with round, powerful shoulders to square off his impressive frame. His tattoos snake down his arms, adding a badness to him that gets me going. He walks to the window and opens the curtains a crack while he surveys the parking lot. His ass is perfect. It belongs on a billboard in Time Square selling cologne.
I would love to paint him. He is both an artist’s dream and an artist’s nightmare. A dream because you won’t find a hotter model but also a nightmare because he is already a masterpiece and no painter in the world, not even the greats, can do his sexy looks justice. You can capture the essence of someone in a painting but you can’t capture the way his eyes shine with intensity, the way his lips curl up in a smirk and the sexy way he moves. This Colton is one of a kind.
As much as I hate to admit it.
He shuts the curtains and turns back to me with a mischievous look on his face.
I’ve only known him for a few hours but I already know that look. My body reacts with a swell of heat between my legs. I’m already wet before he arrives in front of me with his dick hardening.
I reach out and stroke his shaft to help him along. I let out a moan as he hardens completely in my hand.
“That’s a good little girl,” he says, brushing my hair back behind my ear as I take him in my mouth.
It drives me nuts that I react this way. He walks over to get his dick sucked and I just comply as easily as a whore. I jump on his cock without so much as a please uttered my way.
But I absolutely love it.
I roll my tongue along the tip of his cock, moaning as I taste the salty sweetness of his pre-come. I grip the base and take him in further, opening my throat for his wide dick.
I suck his cock harder than I ever have before, drawing gasps and hisses of breath from his throat. I rake my hand down his cut abs as I leave no part of his cock untouched by my tongue.
I gasp for air as I pull him out of my mouth and give him a slow, long lick up the underside of his cock. He shudders and whispers my name, asking for more.
Colton belongs to my father’s world. The world I hate and the world I tried to leave behind. But being with him feels so natural. It feels so good. But I’m not sure if it’s Colton that makes me feel this way or his magical cock.
But right now I don’t really give a fuck either way.
I take him back in my mouth and he wraps his big hands around the back of my head. He pushes his cock into me with a little force that I’m not used to. A sharp whine escapes my chest as my throat burns from his impressive size. My pussy clenches at the roughness and I open my throat the best I can and let him continue.
He fucks my face as I grab his ass. My towel is on the floor and I’m fully exposed. I don’t even know when that came off.
“On your knees sweetheart,” he says between grunts. “And open up.”
I jump off the bed and land on my knees. The rough carpet scratches but I don’t care. I look up at him and open my mouth as wide as I can as I rub my clit in anticipation of his hot seed.
He stands over me sliding his hand over his long cock, using my saliva as lubricant. The tip of his cock taps the bottom of my lip as he jerks off over my open mouth.
The sight of him over me with his big dick in my face about to burst is so erotic. It’s so hot that I’m about to come on my fingers.
Colton’s grunts and breaths come out louder as his arms flex and tighten. He hisses a breath as long streams of warm cum shoot onto my tongue and open mouth.
“Fuck,” he moans as he shakes the last drops of his seed onto my eager tongue. I wait for him to finish, I don’t want to miss one drop, before I close my mouth and swallow his warmth. The feeling of his seed traveling down my throat is enough to set me off.
It’s sudden and unexpected and so fucking good. I close my eyes as the first wave of pleasure hits me. I hold in a burning scream as a heated bliss overtakes every sensation in my body. It’s blinding and deafening as it overwhelms me.
I open my eyes slowly as it subsides and I come back from this insane high. My legs are shaking on the scratchy, cigarette-burned carpet and my heart is pounding.
I let out a long breath and shake my head, trying to clear the last hazy remnants of my orgasm. I pick up the towel and wrap it around my body even though Colton has already seen every inch of me.
I sit on the bed and try to slow down my breathing as Colton walks into the bathroom and takes a piss. I should be thinking of a way to escape this motel room. I should be thinking of all the danger that I’m in. I should be thinking of how my life has been ruined, my perfect attendance at University now destroyed.
I should be thinking of all of these things.
But I’m not.
All I can think about is how long until we can do that again.
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Sara
Four days pass in a haze of foreplay and fucking. We order takeout for every meal and I’m so sick of French fries that I get nauseous whenever I open up the brown bag. Colton slips the cash under the door and tells the delivery man to leave it on the pavement.
“Was that a hundred dollar bill?” I ask as I hear the guy peel away before we can go out and ask for change back.
Colton just shrugs as he joins me on the bed. I hand him a souvlaki pita and I take out the veggie pita for myself. I open the salad that I ordered and turn my nose up. “Why do takeout places think that a salad is comprised of iceberg lettuce and one slice of a yellow tomato?” It’s only lettuce but it’s making my stomach turn. I almost jump up to run to the bathroom but it passes quickly.
Colton turns on the TV and searches for a news station. We’ve been following the drama of my disappearance all week. Apparently someone saw me get dragged into the trunk of a car in Washington and the police have focused their search up there. What people will make up for fifteen seconds of fame.
The whole news segment only takes about thirty seconds, which is a good sign. People are already sick of hearing about my disappearance and are moving onto other stories.
I’m secretly filled with sadness that it’s going to come to an end soon. I’ve loved the time I’ve spent here with Colton.
There I said it.
I’m finally willing to admit it. I kinda like the guy.
It’s more than just sex but of course there’s that too. I’ve been fucked on every piece of furniture in here, in every possible position. My pussy curves to the shape of Colton’s magical cock.
He’s arrogant and frustrating but he looks at me differently than he did when we first walked through the door. There’s a softness in his eyes when he looks at me between our rough bouts of sex. It may sound crazy but I think that he kinda likes me too.
Really, we could have left days ago but I think Colton is dragging it out. He knows as well as I do that a
s soon as he turns me over to my father we’ll never see each other again. And neither of us seem to want that.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, when he sees that I haven’t touched my wrap.
“My stomach again,” I say, covering my mouth with my fist to hide a burp. All of this stress has gotten my stomach in knots. But it’s funny because I don’t feel stressed.
“Want me to order you something else?” he asks. He sits beside me on the bed and rubs my bare back. Our towels are hung up side by side in the bathroom. I don’t even notice our nakedness anymore.
I shake my head. “I can’t eat anything,” I say, wrapping up my pita for later.
“It’s almost over,” he says, trying to reassure me. “You’ll be home soon.” But that’s the problem. I don’t want it to be over as much as I hate to admit it. And this cramped motel room feels more like home than my dad’s place ever will.
“And what about you?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer. I want to stay absorbed in my fantasy as long as I can.
“I have some unfinished business,” he says, turning towards the window.
I take a deep breath. “Does it have to do with your kids?” I ask, bringing up something that has been burning my curiosity since he shut me down at the beginning of the week.
He looks at me in shock and then his face softens. He takes a deep breath and turns off the TV. “I don’t have any kids,” he says.
I exhale in relief but feel horrible when I see the sadness in his brown eyes. I can tell that he’s hiding something behind them. Something painful. “Want to talk about it?” I whisper.
He shakes his lowered head and pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes. “I was going to have a kid,” he says after a moment of silence. “My fiancee was six months pregnant with my child. A little boy.”
I get chills from the tension in his voice. Something tells me that this isn’t going to have a happy ending.
“I was working for your father and starting to question what I was doing now that I had a family on the way.” He runs his hand through his hair and I glance at the two sets of initials tattooed on his forearm. I wonder if that’s all that’s left of them. “Olivia didn’t think that a child should be raised in that kind of environment. She didn’t want her son’s father to be a hitman.”
The room is deafly quiet as I hang on his every word. Only the sloshing of the constantly running toilet breaks the silence.
He takes a deep breath and continues. “I had promised Carmen two more jobs and then I was out. I had enough money for a four-bedroom house in the suburbs and a minivan. Fuck, I thought I could be that guy. Hang out with the other dorky dads. I was even excited,” he says with a chuckle. “I was just really excited to have a son. To have a child.”
His eyes gloss over as he stares at the wall, not really seeing the peeling wallpaper in front of him but the sad memories of his past.
“What happened?” I ask in a whisper.
He squeezes his hand into a fist beside him. “She was shot in the stomach and in the head. A bullet for each of them.”
A sudden coldness hits my core. His words are chilling.
“I killed a lot of men after that day,” he says, staring into nothingness. “Carmen told me that it was the Russian Bratva. I put a bullet in the head of every member that I thought it could have been. But I missed one.”
“Who?” I ask, leaning towards him.
“The Ninja Assassin,” he whispers. “Ichiro. The guy who showed up at your dorm room.”
“He killed her?”
Colton nods. “He was stupid enough to tell me. He thought he had me stopped dead and was trying to rub it in before rubbing my life out.” His breaths come out in angry spurts.
“I thought he worked for my dad?” I ask confused.
“He was working for the Russians at the time and defected to come work for Carmen shortly after. Carmen had promised that Ichiro had nothing to do with it. He told me that he was in Okinawa at the time visiting family.” He shakes his head in anger. “And I believed him.”
“Do you think that my father had something to do with it?” A quiver shoots through my stomach. I want to believe that he didn’t but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
“That’s what I would like to ask him,” he says.
I snuggle up to him and he wraps his warm muscular arms around me. “I’m sorry,” I say kissing the inside of his bicep. “That’s a horrible story.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Let’s hope the good guy wins in the end.”
I wake up the next morning to the sounds of thuds and hisses of breath. I sit up in a panic when I feel the other side of the bed empty.
“Good morning,” Colton grunts from out of sight.
I look over the bed and smile as I see him doing push-ups. His back is flexed and his bare ass is looking perfect as usual.
I should be working out too. I glance down at my stomach. It’s not as flat as it was last week. All of this fast food is starting to catch up with me, even with the sex marathons to work it off.
He counts three more until he gets to a hundred and then stands up. His arms and chest are jacked. I lick my dry lips as I take my time admiring the view in front of me. It’s been seven hours since we last fucked and I’m already itching for some more.
“We need some supplies,” he says. “We’re running short.”
I glance to the open box of Magnums on the night table. Crap. Don’t tell me we’re out. I was really hoping for a morning screw.
“What do we need?” I ask.
“Soap, toothpaste and,” he walks to the table and turns over the empty box, “condoms.”
I drop my head and sigh.
“They sell some at the front desk,” he says. “I can go but-” he glances at his clothes.
“But your clothes look like they’re out of a scene from Dexter,” I say, finishing his sentence for him. They’re covered in dried blood. Mine aren’t nearly as bad. “I’ll go.”
He crosses his arms and looks at me with narrow eyes.
“If you let me,” I say with a gulp.
“How can I be sure you’ll come back?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say with a mischievous smile. “I might find a bigger cock out there and shack up with him instead.”
He smiles his devilish smile. “Good luck finding that.”
As much as I hate to admit it, Colton is right. I could spend the next year searching through porn sets for a bigger cock and show up empty handed.
He looks down at me lying on the bed. “You’ll be back,” he says with so much assurance that it irks me. “But just in case…”
He walks to the end of the bed and crawls under the bed sheet. “What are you doing?” I ask with a laugh. His stubble is tickling my legs. “Colton we haven’t even eaten brea-”
My words vanish in my throat as he spreads my legs wide and runs his tongue along my sex in one long, blissful sweep.
“Colton,” I whisper as he licks me again. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs it in small controlled circles, turning my legs to Play-Doh.
I feel a tinge of nervousness. It’s not the first time this week that his tongue has been on me but I still feel self-conscious. But as he groans on my folds and stretches my legs apart the feeling dissipates. I give over to the sensation.
Nobody I’ve ever been with uses their tongue like Colton does. He’s a natural at this. A real master. I told him that he should write an instructional manual.
He runs his tongue lightly over my opening and I let out a shuddery breath. He’s an expert at getting me into a sex crazed frenzy and I feel it coming on fast.
Moans escape my mouth and I can’t seem to find any words anymore. I can barely swallow. All I can focus on is the electrifying touch of his firm tongue, his hot breath on my inner thigh, his nose grazing my clit.
My legs are already trembling when he plunges his tongue deep inside me making my back arch up like a bridge.
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“You’re so wet,” he says as he slides a finger into my tunnel. I can’t help it. He always gets me so wet.
He yanks the blankets off of us and looks up at me with his lips and chin covered in my juices. “Fuck your pussy tastes like heaven. I could lap it up all day.”
A flood of heat rushes through my body at his lewd words. He’s back on me at once, covering my pussy with his mouth, eating me out in a passionate frenzy.
I grab a fistful of sheets as I ride his face, writhing on his mouth. The strokes of his tongue are quick and controlled, slow and forceful. Every time he flicks it over my clit, my breath seizes, my heart pounds and my lips part for words that don’t come.
He grabs my ass cheeks with his strong hands and pulls me hard against his mouth. His tongue presses deep inside me and a scream escapes my dry lips.
My hand is on my breast, squeezing and kneading it as my hips grind on his mouth. He’s bringing me closer and closer, higher and higher.
He brushes his finger over my asshole making me gasp while he devours me. His tongue traces my folds, flicks my clit, teases my hole and thrusts inside me. It’s everywhere. And it feels so fucking good.
Colton has his tongue deep in my pussy as one finger massages my clit and another is pressed firm against my asshole. I’m ready for his cock. I’m ready to come.
It comes on fast; sudden and unexpected. I brace myself for the waves of pleasure about to rack my body when he lifts his head up.
“What?” I ask in a panic. My head is hazy. I’m focused on my throbbing pussy and impending orgasm that never came. My sex feels empty now, void of his soft tongue. My legs are shaking as I look up at him in frustration.
He grins as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand. He’s sitting on the bed. His dick is hard.
“What the fuck?” I ask again with a tightness in my chest. I close my legs, suddenly feeling very exposed spread open in front of him in the broad daylight.
“You come back and I’ll finish you off,” he says.
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