by Rana Raynes
About the Author
Hi, I'm Rana. I love naps. I love coffee too, which, I guess, makes me sound less like a toddler. I live in Metropolis (Fritz Lang version) and spend most of my time glued to my laptop looking at cute animals and listening to Smut by Tom Lehrer on repeat. It's a pleasant sort of dystopia. Only sometimes I cry because no words. *waves cheerfully at you through the screen of your technical device*
To be able to wave even more at you through the world wide web I created a blog where you will find updates on my writings and, in lieu of a better word, stuff. You can subscribe to it by email if you like (so I don't have to make a proper newsletter, which feels so outdated, doesn't it?). Here's the link: ranaraynes.wordpress.com
You can also write me emails if you feel like it, to [email protected] - unsurprisingly I love getting mail.
I wrote and published an erotic short story as a tie-in to Jack of Spades. It's called No-tell Motel amd centers on one of Jay and Kat's hopefully many erotic adventures, in case you're interested. (read excerpt)
Excerpt: No-tell Motel
The air is still warm when they get out of the cinema. Heavy, almost leaden it lies over the parking lot. Not a breeze is stirring. It's too late in the season for that kind of weather, but Kat can't ring herself to be bothered, not when Jay uses the opportunity to be unobserved again and pulls her close. He ducks his head and drags his lips over the side of her neck. Goosebumps erupt in their wake and a familiar tingling sensation springs up in the pit of her stomach again.
“I can't wait to strip you naked,” Jay whispers before he pulls back, his breath damp and hot against her skin. A shiver of anticipation crawls down Kat's spine and settles between her legs, a throbbing urgency to feel Jay's weight pressing down on her, wrap her legs around him. She bites her bottom lip as she glances up to him through her lashes.
“What are you waiting for then? Get me home!”
For a second he looks as if he wants to eat her, but his expression quickly mellows into a grin. “Your wish is my command.”
He leans down to touch his mouth to hers, briefly, and then they're off.
Just as they're getting onto the bike a strike of lightning flashes over the night sky, for a split second shattering the dark, but there's no thunder, just eerie silence.
Outside of town, on the open road, the wind is freshening up. Kat feels the first drops about half a mile later, only a few at first, then more. They're passing a motel when Jay pulls over. It's raining so hard now, the neon signs have begun to blur into the darkness.
“What do you think?” Jay says. “Let's stay here for the night?”
There are still miles and miles of road ahead of them. As if to emphasize the point at that very moment a squall of rain hits them with considerable force. It's not just wet, Kat can feel the strength of the wind like a blow. It would be no fun to drive the rest of the way in that weather and so she's only too happy to accept Jay's suggestion.
She waits outside under the awning while Jay goes in to book their room, and watches the rain fall, the constant pitter-patter of drops on the asphalt. In the few minutes Jay is talking to the receptionist puddles begin to form on the ground and the wind drives more gusts of rain into her direction. Kat pulls her jacket closer around herself. Suddenly it's not warm at all anymore.
“You're shaking, babe,” Jay comments when he comes out and Kat realizes she does shiver a little, but then he combs his hand into her long glossy hair, just at the base of the skull, cradling her head in his large palm. He tilts her face upwards to kiss her. There's a moment of tension when he doesn't fit his lips to her right away. There's only the warmth of his breath on her face, his mouth a hair's breath from hers. She can't wait for the soft brush of his lips but he drags it out until her patience is wearing thin. She clutches at the lapels of his leather jacket, desperate for something to hold on to, and gets on tiptoes to close the distance but he pulls back, just a little, just far enough she can't reach his lips.
“So greedy,” he chides playfully, and then he does kiss her, but on his own terms. He nips at her bottom lip, then at her upper lip, alternating between them, and it's only when Kat makes a low sound of desperation that he slips his tongue into her mouth.
There's the sharp tug of arousal in the pit of her stomach when his tongue slides along hers, a mindless, nameless craving that's become so natural over the last weeks. At first she was ashamed of how much she wants him, how eagerly her body reacts to his touch and smell and sight, but now she just goes with the flow and follows her instincts.
Jay breaks away and a moan escapes her as she chases after his lips, blindly, her eyes still tightly shut. It's only the lowest, tiniest sound but of course he takes notice.
“You have to be patient for a little while longer, babe,” he whispers.
Kat watches him dreamily as he goes to fetch something from the saddle bag of his bike, then returns to take her hand and lead her to their room, the bridal suite, as he jokingly calls it.
As they're walking towards their room, it occurs to her how somehow spending a night at a motel with a lover is strangely thrilling.
“You know,” she muses aloud, “this is like the perfect set up for a role play.”
It was only a casual remark but it makes Jay pause in his track.
“Is that a suggestion?” he asks.
“Is what a suggestion?”
She looks at him, puzzled at first. Then it dawns on her what she just said and she feels the colour rise to her cheeks.
“I mean-” she begins, “I didn't want to imply...”
He pulls her into his arms again, grinning. “Didn't you?”
She puts her hands against his chest as if to push him away. “Oh you! Don't be like that.”
“No but seriously. If you want to, we can give it a try. Role play is fun.”
Kat cocks her head. “You mean like...”
“What kind of role play did you have in mind? No-tell motel?”
She doesn't have to say anything, the way she looks at him seems to tell him everything he needs to know. His expression is insufferably smug.
“Imagine I picked you up somewhere at a street corner.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and yanks her closer. “You're such a pretty little thing, I couldn't resist.”
“So I'm a prostitute?”
He lowers his voice to a tone that never fails to make her knees go weak. “You're a hooker, darling, and I'm gonna pay you for your services tonight.”
Something about the word hooker hits her buttons just right, and Jay notices at once with this almost supernatural instinct for what turns her on. He lifts his hand to cup her jaw, tilting her head slightly upwards.
“You'd make such a pretty little whore,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip and there it is again – the sting of desire in her lower body, stronger this time. The fantasy is intoxicating. It's something she would have never thought she'd say, but with Jay even the most
He must have seen right through her because he smirks and asks: “So are we doing this?”
She takes a deep breath and braces herself. “Okay, let's do it. But if I want to stop...”
Jay kisses her gently on the tip of the nose. “We will stop the second you feel it's no fun anymore.”
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No-tell Motel is an erotic short told from Kat's point of view (third person) and contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts.
Cover Credits
Pictures:
Model via Adobe Stock Photos, by _italo_ (Standard License)
Background via Pixabay, by Snowinspired (CC0)
Fonts:
BodoniXT, Bosox, Eagle, Foglihten, Quicksand, SkullZ
Models on stock photos used for the cover of this ebook are in no way associated with the story. Neither are photographers or font artists.
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