8. Night Moves
CHAPTER EIGHT
night moves
ROMAN
I’m standing in the lobby of a shitty motel on the interstate while the front desk clerk clicks away on his keyboard. I think about letting Frankie know how the date’s going, but I don’t need the thousand text messages that are going to blow up my phone, especially not tonight. Instead, I quickly text my neighbor and ask him if he can feed Mitzy in the morning and take her out with his dogs.
As I slide my phone into my pocket and take in my surroundings, the whole night catches up with me. Her laugh, her smile, that kiss…
What’s gotten into me? I don’t do this. I used to, back when I was a hell of a lot younger, but this is, what? Crazy? Irresponsible? Kind of makes me feel like I’m 20 again.
I feel like I’ve been blushing all damn night. I should be embarrassed but all I know is that I can still taste her cotton candy lip gloss, and I want more.
“Room 405.” The front desk guy hands me two key cards, looking just as excited as you might think someone working a desk close to 12AM would be. “Have a good night.”
I head outside, spotting Jade leaning up against her car on her phone and suddenly I’m all nerves. It’s been four years since I’ve been with someone. I’m worried that I may have lost my edge.
But I’ve never been a quitter.
“Are you gonna take me to this motel room, or are we just gonna make eyes at each other all night?” She asks, lifting her head with a flirtatious grin.
If you asked me to list the qualities of my ideal woman, confidence would be at the top. It’s a big turn-on for me, and Jade seems to have it in spades. It’s like she lives and breathes this stuff. She doesn’t just dominate in the bedroom, she’s powerful, and a little intimidating.
“Room 405,” I tell her, handing her a key card.
“Lead the way, handsome.”
I take her around the building toward our room, my heart in my throat.
“I was just letting my friend know where I am, by the way. You seem like a great guy, but nobody wants to be the subject of a true crime documentary.”
I chuckle, my heart still pounding as I hold up both hands.
“I assure you, all I’m interested in is…”
“Fucking?”
My face feels like it’s on fire, and Jade leans to the side, looking past me.
“What?”
“Someone’s staring at us.”
I don’t take my eyes off her. I don’t give a shit.
“I wonder what he’s thinking,” she whispers scandalously as her eyes shine.
I slide my hand around her waist and I pull her in close.
“He’s probably wondering how a beautiful girl like you wound up in his shitty hotel.”
“Hey, it’s a motel ,” she corrects me, keeping her voice low and sultry. “That’s what the sign says outside.”
Jade pins me against the wall to kiss me again. It’s ferocious, the heat already beginning to consume us. I slowly unzip her hoodie as she slides her fingers underneath my t-shirt.
There’s nothing hotter than a woman who looks like she wants to devour you.
I cannot believe how lucky I got with that app.
“We haven’t even found our room yet,” I laugh.
“It’s your fault. You got me all distracted.”
“I’m distracting you?”
“Yep. In those tight pants,” she replies, playfully caging me in with her arms.
There’s a buzz of electricity sparking between us, one that I feel creeping down my spine as I reach up and take her hand, leading her toward the room; neither of us speak for the short walk, staying silent even after I open the door.
I barely have a chance to take anything in before she’s on me again, pulling me toward the bed by the sleeve of my jacket. She shoves me down, but takes a step back, giving me a second to drink everything in. The room is sparse, with only a bed, a shitty dresser, a nightstand, and a small desk near the window. It smells musty in here, like someone’s tried to cover it with a cheap pine-scented air freshener.
Jade wastes no time in tossing her purse and hoodie aside before kicking off her sneakers.
“You just wanna fuck, or do you want me to dom you? Because I can do either. Or both.”
“Both,” I breathe as I slide my boots off.
“Stand up.”
The command is gentle and sweet. I get to my feet, and she crooks her finger, making a little come hither motion.
“We’re going to see how well you can follow orders, cowboy.”
“Trust me, darlin’. I’ll be good.”
She cocks her head to the side, her eyes gleaming in a way that makes her look untouchable.
“Undress me.”
I feel like I’m on fire, my heart thumping in the base of my throat as I reach for the hem of her shirt, and slowly reveal a canvas of tattoos on her torso. UFOs, horror movie icons, comic portraits of zombies, werewolves, and all sorts of other monsters, each of them tied together with intricate vines and flowers.
I dip my head and place soft kisses across her collarbone and down her breasts, stopping briefly to nibble on her stiff nipples through her flimsy lace bra, only to find...
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Surpriiiise,” she giggles.
Nipple rings. God bless this app.
I turn her around so that she’s facing the mirror and glide my lips along her shoulders, taking my time and pulling her hair back so that I can suck gently on her neck.
“You’re gorgeous.”
My fingers work quickly to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. Slowly, I grind my cock against her ass, still frustrated by the layers of denim that separate us.
“You like this power play stuff, don’t you?” She asks, her voice thick with desire.
“Mmhmm. It’s nice to finally do it in real life.”
Her smile is angelic, and the sliver of light pouring in from the half opened curtains makes her look ethereal. I want her to see herself, and I want to watch what her face looks like when I tease her pussy.
“You might not be as vanilla as I thought.”
“Nothing wrong with vanilla,” I reply, reaching around to pop open the button on her jeans. “But lately I’ve been finding I like a dash of something extra on top.”
Her confidence seems to have rubbed off on me, because before I can even think, my hand is sliding into her panties. She’s soaked, and I suck on her neck while I tease her clit in slow circles until her hips start to roll against my touch. Her cheeks are flushed and little pink splotches paint her chest like watercolor stains, but it's her moans that make me feel that primal desperation, like I’m clawing my way through the desert for a single drop of water.
“I told you to undress me and here you are, a little fucking slut with your hand down my pants,” she purrs. “Is that what you are, Henry? A desperate little slut?”
She smiles, listening to the sound of pure sin leaving my mouth.
“Finish undressing me and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper.
I push her jeans past her hips and get down on my knees as she steps out of them. She’s in a little pink thong that matches her bra, and I grab it with my teeth, pulling back until it snaps against her skin. She yelps at first, then lets out a soft giggle as she turns around and leans against the dresser. I move to stand, but she holds out her hand, keeping me exactly where I am.
On my knees.
“From here on out, you’re mine . You do what I say when I say it.”
Holy. Shit.
“Or what?” I ask, testing the boundaries of our new roles.
Jade leans over, her lavender hair tickling my face and her gorgeous tits just a few inches from my mouth as she grasps my chin.
“Or I’m the only one who gets to come tonight. And you’ll only get to watch me while I take what I want.”
“I’m not gonna lie to you, darlin’, that sounds like heaven.”
“So you’re into edging, too, hmm?”
Jade releases me and slowly pushes the little triangle of fabric covering her pussy aside until I’m met with a patch of dark blonde hair.
“Answer me, cowboy.”
“I think so.”
I don’t believe in God, but I might start after tonight.
“What else would you like?”
“Humiliate me. Punish me if I don’t do what you want.” I swallow hard, my heart in my throat. “I can take it.”
“If anything gets too intense, you say red and we stop. That’s your safe word for the night. If you can’t say it, you squeeze my thigh twice, understand?”
“I understand.”
There’s a hungry look in her eyes that makes me ache. My cock is straining against my jeans and I want to ask her if I can take them off, but I know exactly what she’d say.
“Do you eat pussy?” She asks.
“Yes,” I manage to rasp back.
“Do you want to eat mine?”
Her voice is like silk brushing against my skin, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
“Y— yes. Very much.”
She beams and strokes my cheek lovingly.
“You’ll call me Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy. Now, get to work.”
Without thinking, I grab the string of her thong and yank it down her hips with my teeth while my hands glide up and down her thighs. Her skin is silky beneath my touch, with fine baby hairs that she’s missed during shaving giving it a little extra friction.
I feel ready, but what if I’m terrible at this? The last thing I’d want to do is disappoint her. Jade seems to sense my anxiety, holding my chin gently in place as she flashes me a warm smile.
“It’s okay,” her words drip like honey. “I’ve got you.”
There’s something feral in her eyes that makes me crave her approval.
Her praise.
“Tease me with your fingers first, like you did before.” She leans up against the dresser. “I want you to touch every part of me, Henry.”
My heart’s hammering at the base of my throat as I slide my fingers between her pussy lips. She lets out a contented sigh and drapes one leg over my shoulder, her heel digging into my back.
“Yes,” she moans. “Atta boy. Just like that.”
I circle her clit lightly, feeling it stiffen and swell beneath my fingertips. Every so often, I put on a little extra pressure just to hear her rich, warm moans fill the room like a symphony.
“You can use your tongue now. Softly.”
Jade looks enraptured, her head tipped back and her lips parted as she leans harder into the dresser. My mouth waters as I give her a long, slow lick, moaning at the sharpness that floods my tongue.
“That’s it. Good fucking boy.”
Her fingers knot themselves in my hair as I keep up the pace, nice slow licks that work her up until she’s writhing against me, letting out raspy breaths.
“Faster.” Her voice begins to break. “Oh, fuck!”
I oblige, but decide to throw in a little twist, wrapping my lips around her clit as I slide two fingers into her pussy. Jade holds my head in place as she writhes; if she suffocated me right now, I’d die a very happy man.
“Curl your fingers— yes ! Oh, fuck, that’s so good!” She whines.
Her hand slides a little further down the back of my head, fingernails gently scraping my neck. A tingle rushes down my spine. I want to reach into my jeans and stroke my cock so badly. I can feel precum soaking right through my briefs as my hips rock back and forth, desperate to alleviate the pressure that’s building. I eat her pussy like I’m half-starved, my fingers pumping slowly in and out of her, leaving her trembling but clearly still in control.
“I’m gonna come,” she moans.
I’m the one doing this for her. I’m her good fucking boy .
I pull my mouth away and look up at her.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She slaps me across the face, hard enough to send my head whipping to the side. Her eyes are dark and piercing when I look back at her, cheeks flushed as plump pink lips curl into a wicked smirk.
“Did I say stop?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Good. You’ve got 30 seconds to make me come or you’ll spend the entire night begging for mercy.”
That familiar rush of heat ricochets through me like molten shrapnel and I’m overcome with desire, burying my face in her delicious cunt. I thought I would be a hell of a lot worse at this, but it turns out ‘if you don’t use it you lose it’ doesn’t apply here.
Her breathing becomes shallow and quick and suddenly she’s clawing at my hair, fucking my face with a frenzied rhythm. For a moment, insecurity kicks in again, making me wonder if she’s just trying to make me feel better, but Jade doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who would fake it just to be polite.
“Fifteen seconds…”
Who am I to disobey this woman? I do exactly what she’s told me, putting together all of her previous instructions until I can feel her legs quiver and strain. I slow the pace of my tongue and fingers as she groans, licking her until I’ve tasted every last drop.
When I’m finished Jade rewards me, stroking my hair and my face, bliss coating her every feature.
“You did so well.”
She purrs, and my whole body sings.
“So, what would you like as a reward?”
I swallow hard, fighting the vulnerability that would normally hold me back from saying anything like this to anyone.
With her, though? I feel free.
“Mistress, would you want to… spank me?”