Chapter 4
Mike's original scheme to drive straight through to Chicago dissolved under the monotonous hours of driving. He had been behind the wheel for days in order to fetch me. Homeward bound, exhaustion overtook him. I recognized how tired he truly was. The tall mugs of coffee did little to sustain him.
"Would you like me to drive?" I offered.
Shaking his head, he persevered. He stubbornly battled fatigue. Trusting me after the stunt I pulled that afternoon was un-likely. Upon resuming our trip, he branded me an "immoral bitch," yet conveniently wrote off his brother's many infidelities.
Naturally, I was insulted.
We began to swerve off the road. The consumption of caffeine failed to resuscitate him. Stopping for the night became inevitable. I knew our goal was unachievable-we had a great deal of distance yet to cover. Finding suitable lodging was more difficult than we envisioned. We bypassed many of the nicer motels in a bid to reach our destination. Those of ramshackle quality were in abundance. The selection disappointed me. We finally settled on one that seemed reputable.
Mike viewed it as a place for regeneration. I loathed it upon sight. Its dilapidated exterior should have been an indication. The inside was even more appalling. It was a hundred degrees in the room. The air-conditioning unit was apparently on the blink. A damp odor pinched my nostrils. Under normal circumstances, I would have not accepted such substandard lodging. Mike, a cop, was blind to its patheticness. Whether it was sheer exhaustion or male ignorance, I couldn't decide. Due to his stupidity, we were stuck with those quarters.
"It's disgusting," I fumed. "I refuse to go into that bathroom. It's positively gross."
"Tough."
"I'll bet they have not changed the sheets in weeks. And that musty smell-it's revolting. This is pitiful. We must find something else."
Mike had no stomach for my complaints. I could have been talking to the wall. His patience had eroded. "We're staying put. I'm not going through the hassle of finding a different place."
"Very well," I snarled, accepting my fate. Mike's decision was obviously final. Negotiation was banned. I glared at him.
Mike rubbed his eyes, then gave me a frank assessment. Although his body was starved for sleep, he appeared to be reading my mind. He knew I longed to fly the coop, and would work toward that end the second he dozed. "Don't even think it."
My lips curved. "You give me far more credit than I deserve. I certainly wouldn't brave those strange roads this time of night."
"Perhaps." He reached into his leather bag and retrieved a pair of handcuffs. "But I'll take out some insurance all the same."
They were standard police paraphernalia, the very ones used in his course of duty. I was appalled at his recommendation. "You're expecting me to wear them, as if I were a common criminal?"
"I'll wear one cuff, you the other. It's for your own protection. Who knows what mischief you're capable of next."
The prospect of being shackled to him engendered some erotic illusions. My ego, thus far, had taken a pummeling. Paying back Mike would even score. "Before consenting to such a thing, I prefer making myself comfortable. I'm not climbing into bed like this."
"Suit yourself."
"I usually sleep in the nude."
He didn't flinch. "Not here, you won't."
"Turn around."
"Use the John."
"like hell, I will." The very idea of entering that filthy room brought revulsion. I began peeling the buttons down my front. "Either enjoy the show, or look the other way."
Mike chose the latter. Though already having seen me in varying stages of undress, he played the gentleman. I studied his powerful shoulders and narrow buttocks while stripping. He warranted close inspection. Mmmmm. I thought him a very delicious man.
I'm sure he pictured something enticing while I changed. He knew I favored sexy things. I did not disappoint him. I donned a skimpy black bra and panties. Their lack of coverage was perversely flamboyant. My nipples were scarcely camouflaged. Errant pubes curled from the small panel between my legs. I noted the rippling of his Adam's apple. "It's boiling in this room," I explained. "This ought to help, don't you think?"
He avoided ogling my sensational curves. His eyes dropped to the floor. Salivating over his brother's semi-raked wife was not an accusation with which he cared to be charged.
Automatically, he opened the buttons of his shirt. His sole contribution toward reducing the heat was to remove it. The sight of his muscular chest and pronounced biceps aroused me. A forest of hair sheltered its brawny surface. His abdomen was deliciously flat. My brother-in-law could have modeled for one of those women's magazines.
"It would be wise to lose the pants," I wickedly advised. "You'll cool off faster."
Despite my carnal insinuations, I was being sensible. The stuffiness bothered him. He elected not to suffer, in spite of our family relationship. "Don't try anything foolish," he warned, unzipping his jeans. "I need a few, uninterrupted hours. We're hitting the road before dawn."
His white briefs gave me a parched throat. His equipment was notably dormant. His trim, fleecy thighs were sinew-rich. The more I saw of him, the hornier I got. My pussy spontaneously tightened. My nipples bulged through their cups.
Mike brought things back into perspective. He secured my wrist, then cuffed his. The touch of cold metal revived me. He gestured to the bed. Retiring for the night became mandatory. I settled onto the musty sheets, unconcerned about their staleness. The excitement subdued me.
Mike extinguished the light. Even in darkness, I couldn't dispel the fervor. Being locked to that man kindled my lust. I kept waiting for him to accidentally brush me with an arm or leg. I craved his manly grain. Contact with muscle and hair would have thrown me out of whack. I trembled in anticipation.
The temptation to touch him became severe. I was dying to get my hands on him, barely suppressing the urge. My pussy moistened at the thought of exploring his rugged contours. Slipping some fingers into my panties, I caressed myself. That jolt of relief was small. My clit pulsed against my revolving digit. I moved silently. Other than an occasional slick sound, I went about my business without detection. My pussy squished from urgent rotation. I massaged my soaked folds while eyeing Mike's still form, which served as my inspiration. I exhaled quietly between clenched teeth. I avoided waking him at all cost. Mike promptly went off into dreamland. His chest rose and fell in accordance with his gentle breathing. I assumed he had surrendered to the physical wear and tear.
I played with myself a while longer, then stopped. Masturbation could not quench my thirst. I wanted Mike-not my finger. I yearned to cum while stuffed with his cock. More important, I wanted those coffee-colored pupils trained on me when I convulsed.
I studied his profile in the dark. The motel's neon sign, seen through the blinds, provided the necessary illumination. His silhouette quickened my pulse. He resembled a slumbering tiger, wired for action, prepared to leap at a moment's notice. Cops probably slept in that fashion for the same reason.
Lying beside him, half-naked and manacled, precipitated a flow of incendiary ideas. That fiercely virile creature occupied space in my bed. I couldn't gaze at his muscled limbs and brawny physique without enduring hunger pangs. My pussy constricted while ruminating about the possibilities. The itch to climb on him plagued me.
His breathing changed. I realized my shifting woke him. "Mike?"
He denied me an answer.
"I know you hate me," I whispered. "You've taken pleasure in clarifying that point. Since you've made escape impossible, couldn't we be.. .friendlier to one another?"
"Go to sleep," he ordered.
I propped myself on my elbow and gazed at him. He looked luscious in the shadows. "How can I do that? I'm frustrated. I want you. This might be our only chance. You sparked something inside me."
"It's no phenomena," he scoffed. "You've had it from the start."
"How can you know that? It's new to me. When I look at you, I quiver."
"Stop. I don't want to hear it."
"But I've got to say it. I've never been this stimulated. Please. Let me have you-just once. Nobody will know. I'd die before blurting a word of it to Tom. I doubt he'd even care if the truth came out." My voice dropped a notch. "He's been with many women. He rarely came to my bed, even when I was desperate."
"He's my brother, for God's sake," Mike snarled. "And you're still his wife."
"Put that out of your mind," I murmured. My hand settled over his thigh. Its bristly composition thrilled me. "Tonight, let me be a woman-nothing more."
For a man of steel-nerve and with an appetite for danger, he seemed scared. His tremors were highly prevalent. My fingertips fed him an electrical flow.
"Don't."
"Your body is telling me something different," I purred. "I sense its hunger. Mmmmm. It needs some pussy."
He went mute. I would have questioned the validity of any statement he issued. Physically, he was a wreck. The prolonged silence teemed with anguish. I detected his horny vibrations.
I seduced him with carefully constructed phrases and silvery caresses. "Touch me, Mike." I unfastened my bra with one hand. Orchestrating its removal required skill, given my disabled wrist. The satin material receded, baring my stiff nubs. "Stroke my nipples."
My pleas battered his senses. He couldn't defy me. He might have resisted the propositions of other females he arrested, but his underlying attraction to me was unarguable. The jitteriness on his part was a dead giveaway. His shaking hand went to my thick stubs. Ecstasy swam through my system. His thumb circled, then flicked, before continuing to the other. I moaned.
"Yes," I sighed, arching my back. I couldn't believe Mike obliged me. He had been so obstinate throughout the day. His grope pleased me. He traveled sluggishly over my velvet flesh. Those coarse fingertips endlessly riled me. The thrill was lasting. "Oh, yes."
My tits bulged in his grip. He exuded tenderness. For a man of blunt character, he amazed me. I expected awkwardness and received the reverse. Mike had experience-more than I had imagined.
"Don't they feel nice?" I sighed. His strength aroused me. "Aren't they soft? Let them bulge through your fingers. Take all that you can hold. Squeeze them. Oh, yes."
He leveled those coffee-colored eyes on me.
"Kiss them," I said, steering my tits to his face. "Suck them."
Mike complied. I clasped his head as he drew upon my delicate flesh. I sobbed when he clamped one and vented a teeth-clenching suck. Ohhhh. His tongue whipped me into a frenzy. Those dizzying revolutions enlarged my nipple to its full reach.
"Lick them," I whimpered. "Faster. Make them hard. Ohhhh."
While his mouth was gainfully employed, I guided his free hand. He encompassed my quivering mound. His thumb sank into my soft flesh. My nectar spurted from the pressure. He delved into my juicy crack, sinking his fingers. I gasped as he explored my hot depths.
"Oh, Mike," I panted, loving it. "Jiggle me. Open me. Oh, yes. Ohhhh." My eyesight dulled as he probed my cunt. Those strong, thick digits belonged to the man I subconsciously craved. I swiveled my hips to gain benefit from his investigation.
He detached his lips from one nipple, then utilized them on its twin. His tip swirled around it while he concentrated on suction. He softly pumped my tit, orally massaging it. Saliva escaped the corner of his mouth and dribbled onto my skin. Before his drool could streak into my cleft, Mike slurped it. He slashed again at my nipple, then reapplied his pucker.
At last, I fulfilled my yen to cuddle him. I traced the solid plate of his breast, weaving through its furry blanket. That mass tapered to a line over his abdomen, where it apparently thickened at his crotch. His cock swelled beneath his briefs, tenting the fabric. Hooking the elastic band, I lowered them over his hips. His dick sprang at me, fully engorged. Mike was of average size. In my experience, significant measure didn't ensure bliss, but rather the attitude behind the equipment. Those six, wide inches were enough to get where it counted.
"Mmmmmmm," I murmured. "I like it." Descending upon him, I gave him a few licks. My tongue danced over the bulbous head, tasting him. Mike's manly flavor tingled on my palate. I detected faint traces of sweat on his soap-scented skin. Mike diligently practiced hygiene.
I heard his rough intake. My slurps immobilized him. Their silkiness stunned him. I glided over that mass of veins and hardened flesh, adding to his torment. I moistened the back of his shaft, then lapped his balls. Mike tensed at my darting tip. His fists trembled and heels dug into the mattress.
"Christ," he muttered, jarred by my froth. His chest expanded and contracted. His abdominals quaked with each lash.
I lathered his sac with meticulous care. Men love a good tonguing. His cock stood upright as I disbursed that glistening coat. I sampled hair and skin with each pass. My bubbly concoction dripped from his pouch, only to be collected by another sweep.
Mike's finger sank into my cunt. I moaned as my pussy swallowed that thick digit. He twisted it to the knuckle, savoring the moisture, then slowly withdrew it. He went on to pump me until I saw stars.
After drenching his balls, I worked on his shaft. My tongue wriggled to its top, pursuing the heavy vein of its underside. Clasping him by the base, I positioned him for my sucking lips. I took only that plump knob. My lips massaged him while I tickled his cum slit. A creamy pearl oozed onto my tongue. His male essence dissolved in my mouth. I sucked, seeking more of that milky fluid.
Mike manually teased my clit. I shivered as he thumbed my love button. Its rough texture spurred my passion. The juices spurted from my loins, anointing his fingertips. He made my pussy wet and tingly.
Up and down that cock I went. I sucked his dick to the very root. Embracing that section of thriving, male flesh left me atremble. I grounded my lips to its pulsing foundation, rose to the top and wrung its head. I indulged myself with huge mouthfuls of him, savoring his gasping response. I smothered that throbbing beast with my tongue and lips, then drew upon it until a dash of his cum sluiced my taste buds.
Mike groaned from my feverish intake. He cupped the top of my head, guiding me on my journey.
Abruptly, I detached my lips. "Have you had enough? Want me to stop."
"Christ, no."
His breathless plea turned me on all the more. I wouldn't have left him in that condition. I descended upon that cock, dragging my lips to the bottom. My lips curved around his balls. I sucked and licked him, enjoying its frantic beat. I tugged the taut skin while he vented his bliss. The crush of my lips vehemently excited him. He elevated his groin, eager to meet me. He couldn't wait for the press of my cheeks and whip of my tongue.
Gripping him by the stem, I clamped his side and raced my lips up and down. I slid over that stretch of veins and congealed mass. He was totally rigid, inflexibly curved. My lips slipped around virtual bone. His groan deepened when I sucked and slurped him.
He caressed my mound while I ate him. His thumb settled over my clit, maintaining a steady motion. Shivers rushed through me. I neared orgasm with each twitch.
I stroked his stiff thing. My fist glided over that broad monster. His pulsations drove me crazy. He looked like he was going to cum. If I had persisted, he would have surely splattered me. His reddish dick seemed ready to emit its load.
The ache in my snatch mounted. I wanted his cock in it. His manipulation of my clit aggravated me. I couldn't wait another second.
I swung my leg over him, then deposited my ass on his lap. Repositioning myself required coordination. The handcuffs restricted our movement. Having them on, nevertheless, accentuated the moment. Sighing heavily, I straddled him. My tits swung in his face, the nipples pointing.
Mike stared at me, flush with desire. I saw no trace of hatred. He wanted to fuck. Those deep brown eyes prompted a physical disturbance in me.
Using my free hand, I led him into my pussy. He groaned as my cunt lips grabbed him. Even I found his initial entrance startling. That bloated crown was much wider than I recalled. Bearing down, I fed him hot squish.
"Oh, God," I wailed, taken by surprise. He seemed bigger inside me. His diameter pried me apart. My cunt gobbled him to the balls. That hard dick sat in my pussy for several heartbeats. "Oh, Mike. Ohhhh."
He seized my ass with a powerful hand and hauled me to that ample trunk. Gritting his teeth, he jammed himself high. My snatch involuntarily constricted. His cock monopolized my concentration. It was a nice, tight fit. Our organs squealed in bliss. His handsome features twisted. He looked positively savage, as though saying, "You wanted it, baby. Deal with it."
Upon regaining my senses, I began rocking on him. My pussy stroked him slowly, relishing its hard occupant. He caressed my quaking walls, thrust after thrust. I shrank around his throbbing cock. Tightly connected, we made squeaky sounds. My cunt lips kept him juicy.
"That feels excellent," I whispered, humping it. I rode him with delectation. That hard dick had me sobbing. He dug into my loins, rubbing the part that badly needed it. "Ohhhh. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours, Mike. Don't hold back." .
"Yes," he muttered as I buried him to the hilt. His eyes rolled up in their sockets. His lips widened, baring clenched teeth. "Yes."
I greased his shaft, covering him with hot snatch. The friction was most exquisite. I whimpered from that sweet give and take. He plunged into me, pulsating. His dick tunneled into my soaked flesh. His balls slapped my ass after each aim.
I blindly groped his sac. He pressed that velvet pouch to my quivering cheeks before withdrawing. I petted the bulging veins of his base. He protruded from my cunthole, dripping from its excitement. I dropped over him, engulfing him with my snatch.
"Fuck me," I sighed, rubbing that stiff thing. "Fuck my wet pussy."
Mike arched his spine and rammed me. I cried out, then fucked back. His pistoning hips brought about a sweet commotion. I gazed at him while I scaled that precipitous mountain. He brought me closer to its summit, stroke after stroke. Ohhhhhh. In uniform intervals, his thickness brushed my clit. I put the squeeze on him, taking that thing in my slick vise.
"Jesus," he muttered, slamming his head into the pillow. "Christ Almighty."
I slid up and down him, huffing and puffing. I jerked his meat but good. Our pubes came together. I smashed my mound to his, then pulled back. Ohhhh. I grounded myself to that massive base and moaned.
Mike drove himself into me again and again. He made certain I felt his ramming. I purred from his dick's rapid movement. His glassy eyes and slack mouth told me he was about to explode. I was close to cumming. I humped him madly, wanting it to happen. Our flesh moistly slapped together. A profusion of sweat trickled down my body. Salty droplets clung to my nipples, then splattered his chest.
"Oh, God," I sobbed, fucking that beautiful cock. "Ohhhhhhh. I'm cumming, Mike. I'm cumming."
I shuddered violently. That orgasm almost caused me to black out. I writhed on his lap, overwhelmed by its power. His animal roar and quaking informed me that his pleasure had crested. I strongly contracted on his spurting cock. Hot jism splashed into my cunt. I sobbed as it jetted into me squirt after squirt. Mike's hand anchored me to his lap, leaving imprints in my ass. He made sure I didn't fly off while he emptied himself.
Long before that sweet, pounding release subsided, I collapsed over his sweat-drenched body. My lips went over his, ending our session with a kiss. Mike's tongue went into my mouth of its own volition.
His cock never grew soft. I felt him standing in a pool of spent cum, inflexibly swollen. He flipped me on my back without disengaging himself. I surrendered to his silent command. Soon, he began pumping me. His dick recommenced its demanding thrust. Mike required zero recovery time.
What a man! He needed more of me. Once wasn't enough for him-nor for me.
"Yes," I panted, receiving that prodding member. "Oh, yes. Do it."
The springs of our bed squealed from his taxing strokes.