She slowly ate me out as my ass leaned up against the edge of the old oak dresser. I didn’t care how my feet were aching from hours of standing in my black velvet stiletto thigh high boots, or how my skin was literally on fire and I just wanted to rip off all of my clothes. All I cared about was how incredibly soft her short, baby pink hair felt between my fingers. How her lips wrapped around my clit, sucking the bundle of nerves as a finger fucked my dripping cunt. How my still hazy and very aroused mind drifted off to memories of the past several hours; my head hitting the oval mirror attached to the dresser.
“I bet that night clerk will have a nice little story to tell,” I said, moaning when she hummed in agreement.
“Too bad he was working.” She slid in another finger and slightly curled them, teasing me by almost hitting my g-spot and causing me to grip onto the edge of the dresser. “He was cute, in a geeky kind of way. Could’ve made for a nice third.”
I swayed my head. “Nah, I want you to myself.”
“Didn’t know you were such the possessive type?”
“For you, maybe a little,” I giggled. “Come on, get up on the bed. He only gave us an hour before the manager would be in.”
Her wet, wicked smile shined bright underneath the harsh yellow ceiling lights. Long, black nails beautifully contrasted with her red tongue, her stained mauve lips, and the glistening juices that coated her nimble fingers. As I slowly played with my throbbing pussy, I could’ve cum right there as I watched her leisurely lick her fingers clean. But after the hours of teasing kisses and searing touches to the tunes of our all-time favorite band, I needed her more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
I grabbed the hem of her fishnet top and pulled it over her head; my hands instantly pushing underneath the black lace of her bra. “Not really sure how I stood through the entire concert with these pushed up against my back.”
“Karma is a bitch, baby,” she moaned a hearty laugh and bit her lip, my thumbs teasing her pebbling pierced nipples. “Payback for your hand being halfway down my pants for most of the night.”
“Kind of hard not to be, they look fucking hot on you.”
Her laugh was one of my favorite things about her; breathy and sweet with an underlying husky tone. “They better be. I think I heard my credit card actually crying after that purchase.”
“Well worth every penny.”
We both stood there as I pulled and teased her now hardened nipples. Our clothes and purses were strewn about the room as we gazed into each other’s blown out eyes, still reeling from the effects of both the concert and our little teasing game.
“Jennah,” she groaned. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck you, bitch,” she said, laughing as she pushed me away and pulled off her bra, revealing her beautiful tits. I grabbed the waistband of the pants I’d been dying to get into all night, and pulled her into me, chuckling as her hands frantically pulled at my black bodycon dress. “Come on, we need to hurry.”
“You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me,” I said, bending down to unzip my boots.
Unfortunately, she chose to ignore my statement. Spoilsport. “Keep them on.”
“Ooh, so demanding. Anything else, ma’am?”
“My backpack is over there,” she pointed to the chair. “Could you hand it to me? These pants are going to take some time to get off.”
I took off my black silk bra, feeling naughty and forgoing the matching panties, then tossed it on the desk to grab the medium sized black leather backpack. The bag had some weight to it, but wasn’t overly heavy, handing it to her after she finished taking the pants off. She pulled out a large white and watercolor makeup bag, then my eyes widened as she pulled out something I never expected her to have in her bag.
“You brought a double dildo?”
“I bought it for when we got back to the apartment, but I couldn’t wait to try it,” she said with a devilish grin.
I laughed and leaned down to kiss her. “And here I thought I was the naughty one by not wearing any panties.”
“That was my first thought, but this sounded way better. Thankfully we were able to get a room or I swear I would’ve driven myself insane with lust.”
I grabbed the dildo out of her hand and pushed her back onto the queen size bed, kissing and licking the sun tattoo around her pierced navel. My tongue caught the metal taste of the silver ball just as her legs spread open for me; her aroused scent causing me to moan. Her fingers slid through my now jet hair, grabbing onto it for dear life. “Fuck, eat me out please.”
“Are you still high?” I laughed, sliding the dildo over her hard clit, juices coating the thick purple tip.
“Not much.” She swallowed. “I’m still incredibly horny though, you fucking tease.”
I laughed louder, not really caring at this point if someone heard us. I was just as horny as she was; never getting enough of the foul-mouthed girl laying underneath me, playing with her nipples as I pushed the tip of the dildo into her dripping hole. Her back arched into me, the moans and whimpers coming from her mouth were music to my ears.
“Holy fuck, that’s thicker than I thought it would be.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No it feels amazing,” she said, rolling her hips into the dildo. “Fuck me a little.”
“You’re not cumming until I do, honey.” I laughed when I heard her whimper.
“I won’t, I promise. Just a little bit.”
Where have I heard that before? Painstakingly slow, I began to fuck her with the thick purple dildo, wanting to see her cute face come undone at the mercy of my ministrations. My tongue slowly dragged over a nipple, making her fingers grab a thick chunk of my hair. “You like that, honey?”
“Yes please, I need you now.”
I slid two fingers over my wet lips, a small bead of juice dripping down and over the moon tattoo on the inside of my thigh. Our first tattoos together. I wanted the moon tattoo as an opposite to hers, symbolizing how her light helps to keep me shining bright. How I wouldn’t be as confident or as carefree as I am now without her.
Climbing over her, I slowly slid the dildo between my lips, moaning as it hit ever sensitive nerve in my body. She was right, it was thick and felt incredible. Our hips bucked into each other, legs crossing and hands sliding down our still tingling skin. I moaned loud when she leaned up and dragged her thumb over my swollen clit; the wet sound of our fucking spurred us both on. “Shit yeah. Just like that.”
“They’re going to be in Vegas in September, wanna go?”
“Yes!”
“Is that to the concert or me?” She laughed.
“Both and we’re getting backstage this time.”
“Oooh threesome on the bus with the singer?”
“You know it.”
She laid back on the bed and we both moaned at the thought of it, working our hips closer to our orgasms with thoughts of fucking the lead singer of our favorite band. The smell of our sex quickly mixed with smell of the room, making me laugh at whoever would be in the room next. They were in for a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, Jennah come here.”
I leaned up and rolled my hips into hers, kissing her swollen lips as her hips met mine. The queen size bed creaked with every one of our movements, and on occasion, the headboard would rhythmically hit the wall behind it. Thankfully, the motel was virtually empty at around five in the morning or someone would’ve surely heard us in here. Or maybe they did and didn’t care. Maybe they were getting off to our sex; hand wrapped tightly around a cock, or perhaps fingers playfully teasing a swollen pussy. I was a little nervous about getting caught at first, but now, it turned me on that maybe someone was listening in on us. “Yes fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
The headboard was now continuously knocking against the wall, our orgasms washing over our excited bodies as our hips met every thrust. My lips found and kissed her, slipping my tongue between her soft lips. Coming down from my high, I couldn’t think of anyone I’d want to be with at this moment more than her.
As we laid back onto the bed and tried to catch our breath, we both heard a small knock on the door. Knowing it was the night clerk, she slowly pulled the dildo from her dripping pussy, shivering when a shock of residual pleasure raced over her body. “Fuck I’m still too high to deal with this shit.”
“Told you you were,” I said, smiling when my eyes landed on her raised middle finger. Leisurely, I played with myself to the image of that finger buried deep inside me.
“Do you think we could have just a few more minutes? We still need time to freshen up.” The sugary sweet tone she used made me cringe as I tried not to laugh. From how far she opened the door, I was pretty certain the guy could see me laying over the edge of the bed; completely naked, playing with myself, and the other half of the dildo still inside me. That must’ve been a sight.
“Oh uh yeah sure,” he said, swallowing hard and trying to keep his eyes upwards. “My manager is here, but he’s in his office doing paperwork. J-just leave the key under the mat and I’ll grab it.”
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, smiling sweetly when her fingers caught on the belt of his pants. “Thanks, sweetie. Are you sure you can’t come and play for a bit? We really would like to thank you for letting us use the room.”
The look on his face had me getting up off the bed and going into the bathroom to clean the dildo, not being able to hold in my laughter in any longer. I kind of felt bad for the guy. Kinda. After hearing the door shut, I walked out of the bathroom to find her grabbing a small bottle of vodka out of the mini bar and taking a large gulp out of the clear bottle. She then proceeded to grab a couple of more bottles and threw them in her backpack on top of the dildo I placed in there.
“What? For the road.”
My eyes widened as I looked at her throwing the empty bottle in the trash.
“Dude, you’re driving and you told me you’re fine. The guy shouldn’t have stiffed us the last time we were here. I know he charged us at least twice what we would’ve paid on a regular night. That’s highway robbery.”
“That’s not…you know what? Never mind, we have to go.”
We locked the door and left the key under the mat, the cool night air causing me to shiver when I threw my hair up into a makeshift bun. As we got into the black Mustang parked a few doors down from where our room was, we saw the manager walking out of the office and around the opposite corner with the boy in tow. Without turning on the headlights, I started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot, speeding up when I got onto the main road.
It was wrong and we both knew it. But I couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, barreling down the dark country road with the wind caressing my heated skin. “I can’t believe we really got away with that.”
She grabbed a bottle of rum out of her bag and downed it, cranking up the radio when she caught wind of our favorite band’s new single. “Karma’s a bitch, baby.”
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