Runner

Chapter Three

We walked into the Motel, created by an older woman with dark gray hair and a brown blouse, "Hi welcome." She was obviously tired out of her mind. Yana stepped forward; she has always been good with people. We called her the mom of the group. "Hello, we would like one room please." she said with a smile on her face. The old women typed on her computer then continued to look up,

"How many nights?" She asked.

"Uhm... one? Yea one night please." Yana said.

"Ok that will be seventy two dollars please, We also have a small restaurant in the back if you want any snacks or beverages." She handed us our room key and we handed her the money. We walked to our room. One bedroom, one bathroom, seven girls. We set our stuff down, the pressure off our shoulders made us melt with pleasure. "Iris? Wanna go grab some food with me?" Ashlyn asked. I nodded, starting to talk toward the door, "Can you bring us some too?" The girls asked. I chuckled and did a thumbs up. We started towards the little restaurant, Ralphs. "Looks sketchy." I said, staring at the chipping paint and flickering light. We walked inside and the first thing I noticed was three boys around our age sitting at a wooden table. I looked at Alana who couldn't stop staring at them. She's always been boy crazy. Since she was around the age of ten, she loved love. She's probably dated every boy in our city at this point. Every time I tried to get her to have a serious relationship she would make the excuse that 'he was the guy' and all that stuff, but he never was. She has dated some of my old boyfriends. We are different like that. We never fought over boys, we just traded them off. But when I turned thirteen I realized how annoying and ignorant boys actually are, so I let her have them all and I mind my own business. Reading, Writing, hanging out with my friends, it was better then being love sick over a guy who only used you for his own sexual pleasures. The boys turned over to look at us. One of them caught my eye. He has dirty blonde hair and dark blue ocean eyes. Freckles were scattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He looked at me, causing a shiver to go down my spine. Ashlyn giggled as they waved at us to come over. I followed Ashlyn over to their table, "Hey girls, what are you guys doing in a shitty motel like this?," A brown haired boy said. He had a scar on the top of his forehead that was a fleshy pink, so obviously at least a Month old. "I'm Marcus'' He said then pointing to the third boy who has brown hair down to his shoulders, "This is Matt," And the pretty blonde looked at me and smiled, " My names Simon." I giggled and Ashlyn's eyes went to me, she stared into my eyes and I knew what she was doing. So I stared at the ground and kept my head down. We sat there and talked until Simon walked out and gestured for me to follow, "Ashlyn I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." She smiles and nods but continues to talk to both Marcus and Matt. I just hope she won't be stupid tonight.

I walk out and see Simon leaning against the wall beside the door. "Hello there." He says with a smile on his freckled face. "Hey, is something wrong?" I was confused. "No, I just wanted to see you up close." Right as he said that he can get closer, inches from my face, and placed my hair behind my ear. I was surprised by the sudden motion so I froze. "Do I know you?" I was still confused. The blonde boy took my hand and started walking. Willingly I followed after him, "No you don't." he said. I couldn't see his face because he was still pulling to who knows where. I was always a fan of true crime, the mystery. I was never bothered by the violence or graphic descriptions. Ever since I started listening or watching this kind of thing I started to have higher anxiety when I went out. I always get a sick feeling when I walk by someone, like, I knew if they had bad intentions. But I didn't get this feeling around Simon. The blonde boy dragged me to his motel room, covered with clothes and other nonsense. I didn't expect anything less from a group of three teenage boys in one room.

There was an excitement to being in a room like this, with a boy like him. I knew it probably wasn't the best thing, to get involved with him, but it's not like I have made any better decisions lately. His hands were surprisingly gentle for a stranger, and I found comfort in his warm, dry palms. His blonde hair reflected against the motel room's lights. His hair was like honeysuckle, and I decided it smelled that way too. Even though I was certain it didn't. He slipped his hands, again much larger than mine, and bent them to fit the curve of my waist. I wasn't short, and he wasn't either. My eyes just barely met his and his gaze sliced through me, making me all hot and bothered. Being so close to his face, I notice his freckles even more, and his dimples. I don't think he looked the way he was supposed to be. I couldn't explain, even if I wanted to. We stood. We stood in the middle of the foyer, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His expression didn't talk. But his hands did. Impatiently, I cuffed his shoulder and pulled his lips down to mine. I knew I made a decision that had some kind of consequence. It would have a consequence. I just didn't care what that would be. Not right now. I was a little more than shocked by the kiss. It was an act of aggression, not passion. And I suppose we just found each other in a situation where our aggression was stronger than our passion. The kiss moved faster and faster, to the point where his hands ratted and tangled my hair. His nails are digging into my scalp. So I did the same back. It wasn't until he pushed me up against the hotel room door that I realized, I was more stupid than I thought. But, was this really what I wanted? And right as he slipped his hand underneath my shirt, I knew the answer was yes. Our hair was now ruffled and our eyes were now closed. He pushed his torso closer to me, lifting my legs. I arch my back against the door for leverage, though it didn't really help. His lips covered mine, constantly leaving me short of breath. I had a wild urge to trail my lips against his neck and when he paused, I realized he was thinking the same thing. There was heavy music coming from somewhere in the hall. I didn't need to pay attention to that, though, so I don't. I tear my lips off of his, and slowly, very softly, drag my bottom lip down his jaw. Hovering my lips over the lobe of his ear, he holds me tight in his grasp and I could feel him hard against my thigh. I don't know what to say. Pulling up to him earlier, I was so assured I would be able to dominate the situation. But, now, I'm left breathless and wordless. He lifts me up quickly and grips my hips. My eyes now meeting his, he nibble my ear lobe and lowers his voice,

"You have nothing to say?" He smiles out. Though, it wasn't a smile. It was a warning.

"Words are unnecessary." And with that his next kiss was hungry yet sweet, teasing me with a hint of promise and diving my body into a new height of awareness. Now I knew why Ashlyn was so promiscuous. It was easy to forget in this state. I could feel the point of my nipples rub against his chest as he deepened his body weight onto me. I pull away from the kiss and lift my shirt from my body, Simon's eyes trailing my torso, his hands slithering up to my ribcage, my once warm flesh, cooling from his hands. I dive to reach for his shirt, but apparently I was too slow and he ripped his heathered shirt from his body before I could. His broad shoulders were just as toned as I expected. He dives down for my neck, now pushing against me in small movements, my breasts bobbed slightly against him. The heat from his breath gave me goosebumps, and he smiled when he noticed how he was affecting me. As he was spreading his lips up to the lobe of my ear, I started to giggle. Partially because his lips tickled my skin, and because he didn't know my name. I move my neck so his lips are off of me and I dive back into the position I was in earlier. This time my lips hovering over his right ear, my bottom lip brushing against his lobe. I whisper very softly,

"Iris." I could feel him frown, and I dig my nails into his shoulder, causing him to push against me harder,

"My name is Iris." I could feel his lips curve in my neck and he dived back in harder and faster than before, unbuckling his belt. He unhooked my bra and threw it behind him. There was this strange intensity about Simon that I couldn't quite grasp. It's hard to understand. But easy to experience without much thought. He feels for the waistband of my jeans, the zipper, then the button, and then the silk of my underwear. Then everything just... slows. He pushes into me as we ride against each other. My back arching and rubbing against the door, I pop my chest out and moan. His lips dug into my neck, and I could feel the point of his teeth graze against my neck, in only what I could imagine being the result of a smile. I could feel my breasts bounce up and down with every push. He cups my right breast and squeezes it lightly, and I could tell he was trying not to hurt me, but I didn't mind the pain, because the pleasure overpowered any negative touch. He controls my hips as we find a rhythm and roll into sloppy breaths and hands. I curl my fingertips around his neck and compel his lips down on mine. Every once in a while having to stop to take a breath and to let our moans run out. But always falling back into that kiss.

"Oh fuck," he moans. I whine into his breath and our foreheads meet, still pushing against each other. I meet his eyes. They had sparks of gold in them, complementing the Mediterranean blue that hovered over his irises. His pointed teeth rested on his lower lip, his baby doll eyes displaying a rather frightening excitement. I lick his lips, savoring the last feel of the satiny taste. He wraps his hand right underneath my breast and slowly pushes against my skin. And I can already feel the bruise developing. Sinking into a racket of moans, the only noise in this room is us. Falling into each other once more, we stay like this for a while. Catching up with our breaths and bodies. He again, folds a loose strand of hair behind my ear and looks at me, diving his lips into mine once more. He pulls out of me as we readjust ourselves and he picks my clothes from the floor for me as we dress in silence. Avoiding any possibility of eye contact. I smile to myself.