Hell in my eyes!

Hell in my eyes! [Chapter 08: Hotel Room] WARNING:SEXUAL CONTENT

I watched as the green light flashed and he opened the door, my heart was beating so fast that I thought I’d have a heart attack. I made my way slowly and discreetly over to the foot of the queen sized bed. The place looked pretty classy. Small but classy. He shut the door behind us and made his way over to me. I wanted to scream for a second, but he did the favor of only sitting beside me.

“So, what do you do?” I felt like I was back in preschool. I felt like a fucking idiot.

“As in…?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head. You could tell he was a little irritated with me. I winced.  There goes your cash, Trish! “Are you new to anything?” His Russian accent was almost indistinguishable.

I shrugged. It was all I could do in this mass of confusion. A smile curved on his lips as he slid a hand to the back of my neck and started giving me slow, tingling kisses against my skin. I couldn’t help but enjoy such a desperate move as shivers trailed up and down my spine. I spread an open mouthed grin and released an irresistible chuckle. Before I could react, the man had me pinned down on the bed with my shirt off and my bra unclasped with ease. His greedy hands ran up the sides of my hips and cupped over my breasts. It was only natural for me to bite my lip! But I held back the brief moan I was waiting to release. His hands lifted off me as I sat up and let my hands creep up his toned abs, riding up his shirt as I turned him beneath me and straddled his shapeless waist. I didn’t bother thinking anymore.

If I did, I’d crawl up in my shell and disappear. Then I’d lose my pay I so desperately longed for. After removing his shirt, I hooked my fingers through the loop holes of his jeans. His impatience must have kicked in, because the minute I did that, I was immediately turned back beneath him. His body hovered over mine, his clothed hips wedged between my clothed legs. With a smirk left to remember on his mouth, he cupped his pale lips over one of my breast nipples and began to suck.

Suck.

Suck.

Suck.

I wasn’t sure as to whether or not I was disgusted, pleasured, or both. All I knew was that my thighs were burning and heated, and that the moans escaping from my mouth at each tug of my breast was something that I could not tame.

A few moments later, his tongue slowly rolled around the areola and parted from my skin. I had not realized how badly I needed this until that very moment. I had not realized how badly I wanted to be fucked and penetrated until this very moment. I felt like a clean rag being rubbed all over his body, soon to be dirty and used up. And somehow, I liked the feeling.Loved the feeling. To add icing to the cake, his kisses made their way down south to the button of my jeans. With a simple tug of the denim along with my panties and socks, I looked down and saw his head between my legs.  A wet slip rolled between my labia, each piece of pink flesh slipping into his mouth and carefully sucked on.

Ooh, Alex… I wanted to squeal. But I couldn’t. That was just fucked up. His tongue then stopped to my clit, circulating it like a little mouse ball. I had never felt such a heart-pounding sensation before, and had to literally jerk down my hips to keep from thrusting and losing a dollar or two from my check his actions were writing up. A rattled moan escaped my lips as I clenched the striped sheets of the bed. His tongue pressed down, curling side to side around my clit in a ‘U’ formation, and I was ready to just burst into even more moans. And so I did, and the remains were discarded of in his mouth.

When he rolled beside me and faced my direction, I turned over and brushed my knee suggestively against his. If I wanted any cash, I’d have to do something extra. My hand crawled down the center of his torso, his breaths now becoming inaudible to my ears like my own as I zipped down the front of his jeans and cupped the palm of my hand over his member.

A moan.

My four fingers made their way into the slit of his boxers, feeling around for the animal blanketed inside. Once captured, I eased my thumb at the head of this snake and ran my fingertips down to the center of its base.

Another moan.

My thumb soothed the under part, hoping that the firm and yet slow rub would calm it to keep from going wild. My index and middle finger searched further down to the tail, causing the rest of my fingers and thumb to trickle down with it. My pinky and ring finger brushed one of the round pieces of flesh it contained and followed suit as I allowed my hand to grip the end of the tail and give a firm stroke up to meet back with the head. And another moan. The motions of my hand repeated, the pace unsteady. But that didn’t stop this mysterious stranger from exploding, and he decided that this taunt was enough.

He pushed me beneath him and removed his undergarments and socks. With one quick breath from the two of us, I felt a penetrating thrust jab inside of me. The snake had won, and I was poisoned. Almost. Thank god he was protected. My gasp was all he needed in order to take in another dip, and this continued for a good hour until he let out his last moan and came to a hault, slipping out of me and rolling down beside me once again.

"That was fucking amazing..."