You poor thing.
My finger gently caressed her swollen clit as I continued to suck and tongue her nipple. “Oh fuck,” she cried out. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I quickened my speed and pushed a second finger through past her lips and into her wet pussy. She gasped loudly.
I sucked her nipple hard and released it with a wet pop before replacing it with my free hand. “That’s right, babygirl. Get nice and wet for me.”
Twila’s dark eyes met mine. “I want you inside me,” she moaned. “Please.” I knew she wanted more, but I wasn’t really in the mood myself. And I felt guilty. “Please, Kash,” she begged as she scraped her nails across my back. “Oh, please.”
I kissed her and shoved both fingers inside her pussy before pulling my mouth back. “Anything for you, babygirl. Now, roll over.”
Twila’s eyes sparkled, and she smiled as she rolled onto her knees. She lifted her pretty little ass up high for me. I couldn’t help but to slap it and listen to her excited gasp. It was nice to hear her so happy. I then adjusted my position and began to finger her again, only this time I used three fingers. She was instantly wet, dripping all down my hand as I stroked myself with the other. It was harder than I expected to get hard, but I did eventually.
I wasted no time as I pushed my dick deep inside her dripping pussy. Twila cried out, and her walls constricted around me. It felt good and reminded me of how tight Motley was. I closed my eyes and exhaled, becoming more excited. “That’s right, squeeze me tight, baby.” I gripped her waist and fucked her aggressively from behind. She bounced back and forth off my pelvis and came within minutes. Her body constricted around me, pulsating as she came loudly. She completely soaked my dick as her chest heaved, and I could tell she was struggling to breathe. I had to slow myself down so she could even catch her breath.
Before I knew it, Twila slowly lifted herself off my dick and rolled onto her back. She was beaming, and her cheeks were completely flushed. “Thank you, baby. Oh, I fucking needed that.” She exhaled and smiled. Sweat beaded across her forehead as she eyed me closely. “Did you come?” I nodded and lied to her again. “Wow, I must’ve been really loud cause I didn’t even hear you!” She giggled. “Fuck, thank you, baby.” She crawled over to me and kissed me. “I’m going to take a shower.” She danced over to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
What the fuck just happened? Regardless of who it was, I have never had an issue coming. So why didn’t I?
Twila’s voice overshadowed my questions. “You coming, baby?” She shot her head around the bathroom doorway, her long blonde hair bouncing around her beaming face. She really was breathtaking.
With a forced smile, I fixed my pants, tucked my still hard and tender dick away, and stood. “Actually, I think I’m going to take a little walk. I’m feeling a bit overheated.” What I really needed was to clear my head. Because what the fuck was that?
Her face told me she was concerned. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and flashed her another fake smile. “Yeah.” I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and my lighter as I walked to her and gave her a soft little peck. “I’ll be right back, babygirl.” I slapped her ass, and she giggled as if everything was fine. But it wasn’t.
I closed the motel door and lit a cigarette. The night was pretty chilly, and I instantly regretted not putting a shirt on. “Yeah, not happening.” I turned to open the door, but it was locked. “Oh, fuck me.” I realized I didn’t have my key either. “Goddamn it. Twila?” I knocked on the door, but she didn’t answer. “Twila? Baby?” She must have music on in the bathroom. Great. I stuffed my hand in the pocket of my pajamas and made my way down the long walkway to the front office of the motel.
The motel office seemed dark and empty. I leaned against the dirty glass and tried to peek through, but it was pitch black inside. “Fuck me,” I groaned.
“Well, that’s an offer I’ll never refuse.” I turned around to see Motley. He was standing just a few feet away, dressed in his usual tight jeans and sleeveless muscle shirt. I don’t know how he wasn’t cold out here, but I guess it made sense. I mean, he always did run hot. He was holding a case of beer and staring back at me with an entertained expression and raised brow.
I turned to face him. “What?” I crossed my arms as I blew a few strands of hair from my eyes. “I got locked out of my room.”
Motley laughed softly and pointed to my pants. “Obviously. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you trampling around in public wearingthat.” I glanced down and realized what I was wearing. “Nice pjs, Kash,” he teased. “Tell me, were they all out of the ones with little pink hearts?” He laughed.
I smoked my cigarette. “There’s nothing wrong with smiley faces, prick.” I looked down at my black pants plastered with hundreds of yellow smiley faces. “Just fuck off.” I turned to walk back to my room.
Motley chased after me. “Oh, don’t be such a drama queen. I think they’re rad!” I rolled my eyes. “Why are you locked out of your room, anyways? Did Twila finally kick you out?” He playfully nudged me.
I shot him a look. “No. I-I went out to smoke and realized I didn't have my key.”
“Can’t Twila just unlock it?”
I shook my head. “She’s taking a shower. Probably listening to some music—” I stopped as did Motley. “Are you having a party or something? What’re you even doing up this late? And what’s with all the beer?”
Motley glanced down and then back to me. “Well, if you must know, I couldn't sleep. So, I went out to get some beer and planned to drink my night away. Not all of us have someone to keep them warm in bed, Kash.” He turned and kept walking.
I felt bad. I had two people in my life: one who loved me, and one I loved. And I couldn’t keep either of them happy. Motley must’ve felt so lonely in his room, knowing I was lying next to Twila. I never really stopped to think about it. God, I was fucking everything up for both of them. “What if I joined you for a bit?” Motley stopped and looked back at me. “I mean, Twila is going to be in the shower for a good hour, knowing her. And I can’t getback in until she’s out anyways. Why don’t we just hang out in the meantime?” I think my question might’ve taken him aback a bit. It had been a while since we just hung out.
Motley smiled. “Okay. But I wasn’t going back to my room.”
I made a face. “Where were you going?” Motley motioned for me to follow. And I did.
Together, the two of us walked past the motel and to a secluded bench that faced the city. Motley sat down and patted the seat next to him. I sat down and watched while he opened a beer for me and then himself. We sat there for a few minutes as we drank our beers and stared out at the city ahead. I smoked my cigarette in between sips before finally breaking the silence. “I slept with Twila.” The bold statement shocked Motley as much as it did me. I didn’t plan to tell him, but for some reason, I just felt like I had to. And so I did.
Motley looked down at his beer and leaned forward with a sigh. “You didn’t have to tell me, Kash.”
I inhaled the warm smoke of my cigarette. “Yes, I did. I don’t want anything secret between us. Not anymore.”
