What She Wants

by Jenna Byrnes

  There’d been a few others, and it had always been good. Kelsie had no trouble climaxing, but most guys were usually happy if she came once. She lost track of how many times she came with Tom.

  He emerged from the bathroom, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Rubbing a towel through his short hair, he smiled at her. “Got your second wind? Maybe you should clean up, we can grab a bite to eat and check in with the airport.”

  “Oh yeah!” She sat up. “I should call my mom, too.”

  “Do what you gotta do, babe.” He motioned toward the bathroom. “I’m hungry. I worked up an appetite.”

  “No kidding!” She climbed from the bed and swatted his butt as she passed by. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him grin.

  Her body felt strangely good and achy at the same time as she stood under the water spray. She lathered up, rinsed well, and exited the shower. Now that she thought about it, she knew she should have phoned her mother earlier. Knowing her mom, the woman would be nuts with anxiety.

  Kelsie dressed quickly and released the clip, which held her hair up in the shower. She picked at the curls with her comb, and called it good. Walking into the bedroom, she said, “I should call Mom first thing. I’m sure she’s frantic.”

  “But I’m starving. Can we grab something to eat, first, please?” He batted his eyes and looked so cute, she couldn’t resist.

  Kelsie sensed she’d never be able to resist this man, and wondered if that was a good thing. “Oh all right. You’re cute when you beg, you know that?”

  He swept her into his arms for a kiss, and then nuzzled the side of her face. “Thanks, sugar. I’ll beg some more for you later, when we get back here after dinner.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I can barely walk, and you’re thinking about sex again?”

  “Didn’t you know, that’s pretty much all guys ever think about? Sure, maybe a meal now and then, a little football, the occasional game of hoops. But mostly, sex. Yep, that’s about it.”

  Kelsie roared with laughter as they gathered their things to go to the restaurant downstairs. He tucked his wallet in his jeans, and she grabbed her purse and the room card key.

  It was almost ten p.m., and the place was open but not crowded. They ordered burgers and fries, and made small talk over dinner. She couldn’t believe it when he gazed at her with his dark eyes, and her pussy clenched. She should never need sex again in her life after today. But there she was, thinking about going back to the room and stripping him down. She hoped he had more condoms.

  “I was thinking,” he said as they returned to their room, holding hands. “Who needs Padre Island or Florida? We have everything we could possibly want right here.”

  “What are you talking about?” She looked up at him.

  Tom stopped walking and turned to face her. “I’m talking about us, Kels. You and me. This was a perfect day. We could spend the rest of spring break right here, enjoying each other.”

  “What about Disney World?” she asked stupidly, in somewhat of a stupor over his question.

  He laughed. “The happiest place on earth? Excuse me, but I discovered the happiest place on earth, today, in that room.” He pointed to their door. “And I didn’t need Mr. Disney or Mickey Mouse to help me out.”

  She felt the heat of her blush, both shocked and amazed at his suggestion. “I don’t know, Tom. Cheryl and I have been planning this trip for a year. And my mother—Mom would not understand.”

  He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Does Mom need to know?”

  “Oh yeah. She’ll talk to Cheryl. I can’t keep that big of a secret.”

  Reaching for her breast, he rubbed the nipple to a peak through her shirt. “Think about it. We’d have a real good time.”

  Kelsie slid her arm around Tom’s neck and kissed him. He nudged her lips open and deepened the kiss. She groaned, tempted to surrender. “I’ll think about it,” she murmured as they separated.

  In their room, the TV had nothing new to report. “I should call Mom now,” she decided, and picked up her cell phone. He watched her, and she suggested, “Don’t you need to check in with your friends?”

  “I suppose so.”

  “Maybe you could call the airport, see if they know anything new.”

  “I could do that.” He pulled a phone from his backpack and stood. “I’ll go out in the hall so we can hear.”

  “Thanks.” She smiled at him as he left. Torn about what to do, she punched the memory number for home and waited for the answer.

  “Hello, Kelsie?” her mother blurted.

  “Hi Mom, it’s me. I’m fine.”

  “Where have you been? I’ve left a dozen messages for you today! Cheryl hasn’t heard from you either!”

  “Mother, calm down. Everything’s fine. I spent the night at the airport, but didn’t get any sleep. Today I took them up on the offer of a hotel, because I was exhausted. I slept all day.”

  “Oh.” She seemed to calm considerably. “You should have called. I’ve been going crazy with worry. Did you know there’s an escaped convict on the loose in Denver?”

  Kelsie chuckled. “Mother, Denver is a huge place. There are thousands of people here—maybe hundreds of thousands.”

  “At the airport? Because that’s where the police tracked this guy to.”

  “The airport?” she repeated, surprised.

  “Yes. He’s wanted for rape and murder, Kels. They think he’s going to try and get someone’s ID and ticket, and fly out of there.”

  “How would he…” she trailed off. There was only one way to take someone’s ID, and it wasn’t a pleasant thought. Rape and murder? “Wow.”

  “Yeah. So be on your guard. Have you seen a TV? His picture’s been all over the cable news.”

  “No, I haven’t seen it.” She wished she had. She’d really like to get a look at the guy.

  “Well,” her mother continued, “He’s six-foot-two, about two hundred pounds, short dark hair, and unshaven. At least he was the last time they saw him. He could have shaved by now.”

  Kelsie giggled nervously. The description fit Tom to a ‘T’.

  “They said to watch for suspicious behavior. Acting nervous, watching everyone, that type of thing. What else, oh, his name is Tom. Thomas Rothschild.”

  “Uh huh.” Her mind raced, and she stared at the room door. What had she gotten into?

  Chapter Four

  “Oh!” her mother added. “He has tattoos. A lot of tattoos. He won’t be able to hide those, although he could cover them up.”

  “Tattoos.” Kelsie breathed a sigh of relief. Tom had the one armband, but that was it. Certainly not enough to be considered ‘a lot’ of tattoos. She chuckled to herself for the direction her mind took. She was her mother’s daughter, paranoid to the end. “Mom, I haven’t seen him. Besides, I’m at a hotel, remember? I’m staying here until the airport reopens.”

  “That’s right. Good. Well, don’t talk to strangers, young lady. Go straight to your plane and board when you can.”

  “Yes ma’am. I’ll call and let you know when that is.”

  “Don’t forget!” her mother chastised.

  “I won’t. But I’m fine, please don’t worry. I’m nice and comfortable here.”

  “That’s good. I’ll call Cheryl, she’s been worried, too. I’ll tell her that you’ll phone when you know your flight.”

  “Perfect. Thanks Mom. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Kels. Be safe.”

  “I am. Bye for now.” She disconnected the call and looked at the phone. For a second there, her mother really had her worked up. She chuckled to herself, and thought about turning on the TV. If she could see a picture of the wanted man, she’d know for sure it wasn’t Tom. Of course it wasn’t Tom. She glanced at the door as it swung open, and he returned. “Hey,” she mumbled.

  “Hey, good looking. The airport’s still closed. They’re thinking tomorrow morning flights might resume. We’ll have to call and get put on a waiti
ng list.” He stepped in front of her. “If we’re flying anywhere, that is.”

  “Oh, yeah.” She’d forgotten about his idea to stay in Denver for the week. Of course, there was no way to bring that up with her mother. She had to go to Florida.

  “So, what do you say?” He extended a hand to her.

  “I don’t know. Can I have a night to sleep on it?” She took his hand, and he pulled her up into his arms.

  “We slept all day. I wasn’t planning to sleep tonight.” He kissed her, letting his lips trail down her neck.

  Kelsie’s insides tightened, her pussy clenching and creaming. She couldn’t believe it, but she wanted him again. “I hope you have more condoms.”

  “Actually, I’m incredibly prepared. I brought a whole box.”

  That’s strange, she thought. Earlier, he had trouble finding one. What if it wasn’t his backpack? She shook her head to clear the inane thought. It was time to put what her mother said out of her mind. “Grab one…or two,” she told him, breathing heavily. “I want you.”

  Tom pressed his mouth against hers and swept her away with one heady kiss. Scooping her into his arms, he went to the bed and set her down gently. Swiftly removing her shirt, his mouth targeted her breasts as he fumbled with the bra hooks.

  His warm mouth on her tender nipple was enough to push Kelsie into a state of delirium. She rushed to remove the rest of her clothing, desiring more skin-to-skin contact with him.

  He quickly undressed and tossed a couple condoms on the nightstand. She smiled as he spread her legs and kissed up her inner thigh. His mouth settled on her wet pussy lips, doing the dance he’d already perfected. Nipping, flicking, and luscious licking had her squirming beneath him in no time. His tongue was driving her to a delicious orgasm.

  Two fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, and another two reamed her ass. Those sensations alone were exquisite, but his tongue flicking across her clit sent her over the edge. Clasping the sheet underneath her, she twisted and gyrated as incredible shockwaves soared through her. Each orgasm with him was an incredible, wondrous thing.

  His elbows spread her thighs so she couldn’t push him away, and he drove into her relentlessly until she couldn’t take anymore. “Please,” she panted, and he chuckled.

  His fingers slipped out, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Damn, you’re gorgeous. I love the look on your face when you come.”

  “Why, thank you,” she batted her eyes. “How about I return the favor?” Pressing her hands against his chest, she rolled him over and he flopped on the bed. Kelsie crawled between his legs, squeezing and massaging his calves and thighs on her way up.

  His cock swelled full and large, vacillating each time he shifted. She clasped his girth with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. A gentle tug on the shaft, an up and down pull, made a drop of pre-cum appear on the tip. She sighed with pleasure and flicked the creamy drop off with her tongue.

  Tom groaned and thrust his hips up to meet her mouth. She devoured his length and nuzzled her nose in the soft hair at the base. She sucked and licked him from base to tip, then swallowed, until his length hit the back of her throat. He reached for her arms and dragged her body up on his. “I can’t take much more of that. Your mouth feels incredible.”

  “So? Why stop?” She grinned at him. “I swallow.”

  He captured her mouth with his and forced his tongue inside. “Slut,” he murmured as he pulled back.

  “You know you love it,” Kelsie countered, and he laughed.

  “Ride me,” Tom suggested. “Fuck me hard, and make me come.”

  She reached for a condom and ripped the packet open hastily. Her pussy throbbed as she rolled the latex over his unbridled cock. Straddling him, she impaled herself on the thick staff and groaned.

  “Oh yeah,” he grabbed her hips. “That’s perfect. Ride me, baby. Do it.”

  She bounced up and down on his cock, her pussy milking him each time she squeezed her muscles together. Her clit rubbed deliciously against his coarse public hair, and she was close to another delightful climax.

  Tom sat up, grabbing handfuls of her fleshy breasts and squeezing. “Your tits look hot, bouncing in the air like that. Sometime, I want to come on your tits.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “Not this time,” Kelsie panted. “Don’t you dare go anywhere. Come inside me. I’m so close.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted, and buried his face in her neck.

  Kelsie clung to him and opened her eyes. Her arms cradled his neck tightly, and she glimpsed at his bare back. It was covered with tattoos, from his neck to the crack of his ass. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered, before he bit her neck and they both exploded.

  Chapter Five

  Even as her mind raced, her body betrayed her. Shudders and vibrations from her orgasm blasted from one nerve ending to another. Kelsie bit her lip and tried not to cry. Tom was wrapped around her, inside her, breathing heavily and recovering from his own climax. He spewed his seed into her again. For a moment she thought she might throw up. Thank god she’d insisted on condoms. He could have any number of diseases.

  “Oh lord,” he moaned, pulled back from her. “I can’t believe it gets better every time. You’re one amazing woman, Kels.”

  “Thanks.” She struggled to get off him. She didn’t want him call her that, and she didn’t want to be attached to him intimately. “I need to move.”

  He held the top of the rubber as she jerked away, and then he climbed off the bed. “Be right back.” Casting a smile in her direction, he sauntered to the bathroom.

  Kelsie looked around wildly for a weapon. Her suitcase, her backpack, even Tom’s—or whoever’s—backpack, contained nothing of any use. Of course they wouldn’t, she thought with desperation. They were flying, and no sharp instruments were allowed in carry-on luggage.

  She punched the remote control of the TV on, and flipped until she found the news. The president was speaking somewhere, it was nothing local. She pounded the buttons futilely, needing validation that her suspicions were correct.

  Tom came out of the bathroom and she grabbed an ink pen from the nightstand. Holding it up, point aimed at him, she spouted, “Stay right there!”

  He looked at her, amused. “What are you going to do, tattoo me? I’ve got plenty, did you see?” Turning so she could see his back, he chuckled, and faced her again. “When I left home I sort of went crazy. Too much freedom, I guess. My mom nearly killed me.”

  “Quit lying!” She held the pen firmly and backed away from him. “I know the truth, Thomas Rothschild.”

  He blinked. “Excuse me?”

  “It was you. The escaped convict from the accident. You made it to the airport, stole someone’s bag and ticket—”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” The smile disappeared from his face. “I told you who I am. You saw me with my friends.”

  “No.” She shook her head, remembering. “I never saw you talking to them. You called one guy by name, but that’s because he’d just introduced himself to me. But I never saw you interact with any of them.”

  He stared for another moment and then laughed. “You’re nuttier than a fruitcake, Kels. Damn, there always has to be something. A beautiful looking woman, terrific in bed, but a damned looney toon. I should have known you were too good to be true.”

  “You’re the one who was too good to be true. Staying with me like you did. I should have known you had an ulterior motive.”

  “Yeah, I did. Sex. But I was upfront about it. And if I recall, you didn’t push me away. You wanted it as much as I did.” He took a step toward her and she waved the pen at him. “What are you going to do, Kels, really? Write on me?”

  “I could shove this into your jugular vein.” She waved the pen at him, and glanced briefly at his flaccid cock. “Or maybe someplace lower…”

  “Ouch,” he winced. “You got me, there. I’ll stay put. So tell me why you think I’m the escaped
convict the police are looking for.”

  “Your name, for one thing,” she answered defiantly. “Thomas.”

  He smiled and shrugged. “I doubt I’m the only guy named Thomas in Denver.”

  “You couldn’t even remember your last name. It was almost like you made it up. Smith. How original.”

  “Blame my old man for that one, although he didn’t choose it. The name they did choose wasn’t too creative. My brother got a little luckier, his name is Nathanial. But we’re all just Smith.”

  “Why did you hesitate when you said it that first time?”

  He smiled sadly. “Maybe I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell you my whole name. Strange girl I’d just met, and all that.”

  “You were totally nervous at the airport!” She insisted. “Admit it. You kept looking around, watching for someone—like the police, maybe?”

  “Like my old girlfriend, maybe? She was there, in that group of about ten women from KU. Did you see them?”

  Kelsie shook her head slowly.

  “I was trying to dodge her. We’ve been broken up for a month or more, but she’s hounding me to get back together. She even arranged for her group to go to Padre over spring break like me and my friends. I had no idea they were flying out of the same airport, though. The first time I saw her, I about lost it.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “If you’re coming from Lawrence, why didn’t you fly out of Kansas City? It makes no sense to fly out of Denver.”

  “We started in Kansas City, remember? As for why we had to travel through Denver, ask Jeff, the dumbass who made our travel arrangements. We each saved about a hundred bucks by taking this flight. I didn’t think it was worth it, but everyone else did. If we had flown nonstop like I wanted, I’d be in Padre already. Damn, that sounds appealing, right about now.”

  “You said it had been a long time since you had sex.”

  “I told you, Donna and I broke up over a month ago. That’s a damn long time in my book.”

  She faltered, letting down her guard, long enough for him to grab her wrist and force the pen from her hand. Kicking and swinging, she tried to fend him off, but he had the size advantage. He easily overpowered her. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he sat on the bed and brought her down on his lap. “Stop fighting me,” he said in her ear, but she continued to struggle.