“Away. Far away.” Yes, and we’re sitting in the parking lot of a motel that seems to be out in the middle of nowhere. In the distance is a cluster of buildings that might be stores and restaurants, but it’s the only sign of life besides the few cars dotting the lot.
We take our bags to the office, where the guy behind the counter doesn’t pay much attention to us. I guess in a place like this, you learn not to. People come and go, and as long as they pay, nothing else really matters. After seeing countless customers at the diner, I know how that is.
From where I’m standing, I can see the huge wad of cash in Jack’s bag. He peels off a few bills and hands them over in exchange for a key with our room number stamped on it.
On our way down the line of identical green doors, Jack is on the lookout, his head moving back and forth.Is he worried that somebody followed us?
Obviously.
I have to wonder just how valuable I am if they were willing to follow us this far.
At least the room is clean, if dated. The carpet is worn, and the bed coverlet has faded from the sunshine pouring in through the window, but it smells fresh, and the bathroom is immaculate. Jack closes the curtains right away, plunging us into darkness until he flips the light switch while I sit on the edge of the bed, a little lost, a little confused. Afraid to say anything.
“I would tell you to take a nap, but you’ve already slept all that time.” He turns away from the window and offers a grin. It doesn’t last long, though.
“Sorry you had to do all that driving while I was probably snoring.”
“You don’t snore, at least, not yet.” He goes back to peering out through a tiny opening in the curtains.
“Do you… really think somebody followed us? Tell me the truth, please.”
“The truth? I’m honestly not sure.”
He turns away from the window, and the look he wears reminds me of how he was last night. He’s tense, tight, maybe even angry. At me? No, I don’t think so. “I promised you I would keep you safe. I’m doing my best.”
“I know. And in the end… I know you’re doing this for me. And I’m just sorry you have to go through the trouble.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He returns his attention to the window and the nothing beyond it.
I have to do something. He’s so worried, so tense, and it’s because of me. I get up from the bed and go to him without thinking about it, placing a hand on his shoulder. He stiffens but doesn’t brush me off. “Let me take care of you. You’ve been taking care of me today. You deserve it.”
“What do you mean?”
I don’t answer in words.
Instead, I pull him along with me, sitting on the bed again. When I reach for his belt, he sucks in a surprised breath. “Relax,” I whisper, undoing his belt, then his fly. “I just want to take care of you.”
He groans softly when I dip my fingers into his shorts and find he’s already hard. He’s so big and thick. Ever since I watched him jerk off on me this morning, I’ve wanted to test him out for myself. He’s dripping a little by the time I pull him free.
I don’t waste time teasing him. He’s already holding his breath, his whole body as stiff as what I guide into my mouth. The way he groans when I take him inside tells me I’m doing something right, even if I’m not super skilled at this yet. He certainly doesn’t seem to mind. No, in fact, he runs his hands through my hair, moaning when I run my tongue along his silky length. “Lennon… so good…” That gives me more courage, so I keep going, sucking a little harder each time my head rises before I plunge down again.
“That’s right. Suck my dick. Suck it good.” He’s forgetting everything but this. But us. That’s exactly what I wanted, for him to lose himself the way he let me lose myself this morning.
But I’d be lying if I said that’s all there was to it. Every moan makes my pussy a little wetter and my clit throb a little more than before. The louder he gets, the worse it is. By the time he’s jerking his hips while fucking my mouth, I’m almost in pain, dying to be touched down there.
“I’d better pull out!” he gasps, but I won’t let him, shaking my head a little while hollowing out my cheeks, my hands gripping his ass to hold him in place. I want it in my mouth. I want all of him.
“Fuck… Lennon, it’s coming… get ready…” With one last grunt, he buries himself deep against my throat before floodingmy mouth with his salty cum. I swallow down one spurt after another, careful not to lose any of it.
He slides free with a satisfied sigh before chuckling. “You just get better and better, don’t you?” His hand runs over the side of my face, and it’s tender and sweet, making my heart swell. His words and his soft touch light up something deep in me, something I didn’t even know existed until now. All I know is I want to make him feel that way again and again, as many times as he’ll let me.
And I wish I understood what that says about me.
6
JACK
The hotel room smells like mold, piss, and something older, deeper… a ghost of a stench, like failure itself seeping into the peeling wallpaper. Lennon is curled up next to me, half on the full-size mattress, half hanging off, her breath slow and steady. I can hear dripping water in the bathroom, and the old pipes moaning behind the walls. The threadbare sheets scratch my skin, rough and thin, but I don’t dare move. I lay still, one hand on her hip, soaking in the only calm I’ve felt in what feels like years.
