Chapter 17: Chapter 17

EVAN

“What the fuck were you guys thinking?!” Jake yelled, throwing the suitcases into the back of the van.

“Clearly they weren’t,” I barked, waving the hotel bill in their faces. “Nine hundred dollars for an elevator repair.”

“Not to mention the fact that they kicked us out at ten o’clock at night,” Jake grumbled, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“It could’ve been worse,” Vada said. “They threatened to have us arrested for public indecency.”

“How much did Garrett have to drink?” I demanded.

“I don’t know,” Vada muttered, sliding open the door. “I’m not his mother.”

“Bullshit,” Jake barked, turning around to glare at Vada. “This has your name written all over it.”

“Leave her alone, Jake,” Garrett said. “I’m a grown man. She didn’t coerce me into doing anything I didn’t wanna do.”

“You don’t drink anything stronger than beer. And you’re fucking hammered.”

“I’m not drunk,” he mumbled, fumbling with his seatbelt.

“Yes, you are,” I said, reaching into the van to buckle his belt. “Your eyes are all glassy, and you smell like you took a bath in vodka and semen.”

He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out his tie. It was covered in white stains.

“This is probably the source of the semen smell,” he laughed, giving it a sniff before he tossed it over his shoulder.

“Smells a bit like ~pussy~ too. A pussy I never got to taste. And that makes me very sad.”

I rolled my eyes and climbed into the passenger seat. “I hope we can find a place to stay,” I sighed, pulling out my phone.

All the hotels in the downtown area were fully booked. I had a sinking feeling we were going to end up sleeping in the van.

“I don’t feel so well,” Garrett announced.

“I wonder why,” Jake muttered, staring straight ahead while he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Gonna puke,” Garrett warned.

“Here,” Vada said, handing him a plastic bag.

“Get out!” I bellowed. “You can’t puke inside the van!”

“We’re in the hotel parking garage,” Vada pointed out. “Do you want them to slap us with another bill?”

“No. Can we get the fuck out of here, Jake?”

“Where am I going?”

“I don’t know. There doesn’t seem to be anything available in the downtown area.”

“So look further away.”

“I found one,” Vada announced. “The Pink Cheetah. They have lots of rooms available.”

“I have no idea why,” I retorted.

“It’s pink,” she gushed. “How bad can it be?”

“Well,” I replied when I brought up the motel on my phone. “For starters, it’s sixty-nine dollars a night.”

“Sixty-nine,” Garrett chuckled.

“Yes, that’s very funny,” I muttered. “If you’re ~twelve~!”

“You guys knew what a sixty-nine was when you were twelve?” Vada laughed. “That’s disturbing.”

“And we didn’t have the internet,” Jake said. “Nowadays kids in kindergarten probably already know what a blow job is.”

“I saw a live orgy when I was ten,” Garrett mumbled.

“You did not!” Vada shrieked. “You’re full of shit!”

“I wish I was.”

“How did that happen?”

“Can we share our childhood scars later?” Jake asked with an impatient sigh. “What’s the address?”

“We’re not staying at this place,” I declared. “End of discussion.”

Vada rattled off the address, and Jake punched it into the GPS.

“Excuse me?” I said. “Last time I checked, I was the travel supervisor.”

Jake ignored me and headed for the exit.

“We better not get bedbugs, or it’s on you two,” I warned.

“I’d be more concerned about waking up with a hooker in our bed,” he grumbled.

“Then why are we staying there?!”

“Because I’m tired, and it’s only ten minutes away.”

“It looks clean in the pictures,” Vada said.

“Well, then it must be okay,” I said sarcastically. “Because if their motel was infested with bedbugs and hookers, they’d show that in the pictures.”

I shook my head when Jake pulled up in front of the bright pink, one-story motel with a flashing neon pink cheetah on the sign.

“I would suggest we all stay in one room, for safety reasons,” I suggested.

Jake jumped out, returning a few minutes later with one room key. Somebody actually listened to me for a change.

“They only take cash,” he said. “Fortunately, I had some on me.”

“That’s good,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to use a credit card here.”

He drove the van around and parked in front of room thirteen.

“Really?” I moaned. “Thirteen? This can’t possibly get any worse.”

“Yeah,” Jake said slowly. “You might wanna hold that thought until we leave here alive in the morning.”

“Why?!”

“No reason,” he chuckled. “I’m just fucking with you because I know how much you don’t wanna stay here.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” I grumbled, opening the passenger door.

Jake unlocked the door and pushed it open. I pulled my shirt up over my nose when the smell of mothballs overpowered my senses.

“Well then,” Jake said with a humorless laugh.

“This room is just tacky,” Vada laughed. “I love it though.”

The room was like something out of a ’seventies porno. Brown shag carpet, faded laminate paneling, and pink cheetah-print bedspreads screamed ~rent by the hour.~

And the television was one of those ancient things in a wooden cabinet.

“I better check for bedbugs,” I sighed, pulling a pair of rubber gloves from my pocket. “I strongly recommend we leave our luggage in the van and just bring in what we need.”

“I need to take a shower,” Vada said, poking her head into the bathroom.

“I wouldn’t,” I warned, cringing when I peeked over her shoulder at the faded pink fixtures.

The frosted plastic shower door was covered in forty years’ worth of soap scum. And there was a dirty plunger sitting next to the toilet.

“I don’t have much choice,” she sighed.

“Why?”

“I just really need a shower, Evan.”

“You smell okay,” I said, burying my nose in her shoulder.

She glanced up at me with a sly smirk. “My tuna taco has some expired sour cream on it.”

“Enough said.” I backed away with my hands in the air. “Enjoy your shower.”

***

“I feel like things are crawling on me,” I whispered.

“I still can’t believe you’re under the covers,” Jake laughed. “I figured you’d just stand in the middle of the room all night.”

“The sheets are the only thing that actually gets washed in between guests.”

“Is that why you ripped off the bedspread and blanket?” Garrett asked.

“Yes, my friend. How are you feeling?”

He rolled on his side with a groan. “Like I ate an actual scorpion.”

“Why did you drink that shit?” Jake asked, stripping down to his boxers.

“It looked cool.”

“Did it at least taste good?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Ask me in the morning,” he moaned.

The bathroom door opened. Vada pranced out in a green lace bodysuit, eyeing the empty spot in my bed with a devilish smirk.

“Oh honey,” I said. “You really shouldn’t walk around in your bare feet in here. That carpet is probably crawling with tiny critters and lord knows what else.”

“I don’t worry about things I can’t see,” she said, pulling back the sheet to climb in next to me. “What happened to the bedspread?”

“They never wash those.”

“Jake and Garrett have theirs.”

“I guess they subscribe to your naive theory that if you can’t see it, it isn’t there.”

“You worry too much, Evan.”

“I’m really uncomfortable staying here.”

“Do you like my pajamas?” she whispered.

“Very much.”

“I second that,” Garrett called out. “But I’m just gonna admire your sexy body from over here.”

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” Vada said. “Tonight was supposed to be our night.”

“It’s all good,” he assured her. “I had fun hanging out with you.”

“I had fun too.”

“That negligee has a cat door, Evan,” Garrett said.

“A what?”

“It has snaps in the crotch for easy access,” Jake explained.

“How did I miss that?” I asked, pulling back the sheet. “Where are they?”

Vada spread her thighs, running her fingers over her pussy. My dick twitched at the sight of the two tiny snaps between her legs.

“How did you guys know those snaps were there?”

“She showed it to me when we went out to the van,” Jake replied. “And I told Garrett.”

“I can’t fuck you tonight, sweetheart,” I said. “I’m gonna be awake all night fretting. You should switch places with Garrett, and Jake will take care of you.”

“I’m gonna make you forget where you are,” she whispered, winking before she disappeared under the sheet.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to relax enough to enjoy it,” I protested weakly.

She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxers, tugging until I lifted my butt, allowing her to slide them down.

I groaned, low and feral from the back of my throat, her tongue skating across my slit before she took my entire length into her mouth.

“Holy fuck, that feels amazing,” I moaned, pushing the sheet back from her head so I could watch.

The sight of her luscious lips wrapped around my cock made me forget all about the seedy motel. I glanced over at Jake and Garrett, two sets of hungry eyes trained on Vada.

She slid her hand under my balls, cupping them gently while her thumb rubbed my sensitive flesh.

The feel of her throat muscles tightening around my rigid shaft forced my hazy brain into decision-making mode.

Did I want to cum down her throat, or in her pussy?

My balls were tight and achy.

It was now or never.

If I didn’t pull her off, I was going to blow.

“I need you to stop, baby,” I whispered, running my fingers through her silky hair. “I want to make love to you.”

She released my cock with a loud pop, rising up from between my legs. “It’s your call,” she said with a shrug. “I swallow.”

“Another time,” I said, flipping her on her back.

“Told ya so,” Garrett chuckled. “I’ll take my fifty in an e-transfer, please.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake muttered.

“You guys bet money on where Evan would cum?” Vada snorted.

“Yeah,” Garrett admitted. “We’re shameless.”

“Do you want the sheet over us?” I whispered.

“Not unless you do,” she said.

“He doesn’t want to,” Garrett said. “He likes being watched.”

I lowered my mouth to hers as I settled between her legs, slowly increasing the intensity of the kiss before I slipped my tongue past her lips.

She moaned into my mouth, sucking hungrily on my tongue while she thrust her hips against me.

Vada was an impatient lover. She wanted immediate gratification. Our future wife may have had lots of experience in the physical aspects of fucking, but she had much to learn about lovemaking.

She had no idea what it was like to be with a man who knew how to give her explosive orgasms while making her feel cherished and loved.

“Patience, honey,” I whispered, kissing my way across her jaw and down her neck.

I ran my tongue under the strap of her teddy, teasing her sensitive flesh before I kissed my way down to her breasts.

She brought her arms up, her hands cradling the back of my head when I buried my face in her delicious cleavage.

I reached up, sliding the straps down while I continued to nuzzle at her bosom. Her breasts spilled free, pert nipples begging for my mouth.

I sucked a delicious bud between my lips while I worked its partner with my fingers.

“Please, Evan,” she begged. “Fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”

“Not yet, beautiful girl,” I whispered. “Patience is the secret to great orgasms.”

“No it’s not!” she cried, attempting to reach between us to grab my cock.

“Keep your hands at your sides, please.”

She whipped her head to the side when she heard Garrett chuckle.

“Are you ~laughing~?”

“Yeah. You guys can’t even get along when you’re fucking.”

“Evan’s a control freak,” she whined.

“He’s trying to teach you, Vada,” Jake explained while I dropped feathery kisses along her inner thighs. “Sex isn’t just about having a dude slam his cock into you as hard and fast as he can.

“It’s all about the buildup and the anticipation. The more times he brings you to the edge without letting you cum, the more powerful your climax will be when he finally lets you have it.”

“~Lets me~?”

I lifted my head. “Look at me, please.”

She obliged with a steely glare.

“Do you trust me with your body?”

“Yes,” she conceded with a reluctant sigh.

“Then lay back and close your eyes. Clear your mind and let your body do what it was designed to do.”

I stroked her pussy lightly through the lacy trap door, pushing her thighs apart with my shoulders.

She released a long tortured whimper when I ran my tongue over the thin scrap of lace covering her puffy lips.

“Evan is going downtown for the boxed lunch!” Garrett cheered.

“You must be pretty special,” Jake piped up.

“Yeah,” Garrett agreed. “Ev doesn’t do that too often. It’s not his thing.”

“Enough from the peanut gallery!” I barked.

“What are you guys talking about?” Vada asked.

“Evan’s not a big fan of cunnilingus,” Garrett revealed.

“Evan is the breast man,” Jake explained. “I’m the pussy eater.”

“What about you, Garrett? How do you fit in?”

“I’m the ass man.”

“Really?” She turned her head to stare at Garrett. “I thought you guys didn’t do anal?”

“We don’t do dicks in asses.

“But I will love up your cheeks, and Evan has agreed to let me do some finger and toy stuff, as long as everything gets properly sanitized and there’s no cross-contamination to your pussy.”

“You’d really do that for me, Evan?” she whispered, reaching down to stroke my cheek.

“If you agree to be our wife, we will do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

She blinked, swallowing noisily while our gazes locked. I saw a flicker of interest that I’d never seen before.

Vada may have embarked on this trip with no intention of marrying us, but she was going to be so blown away by the time we were finished courting her that she wouldn’t be able to say no.

I reached for the tiny snaps between her legs, releasing them to give me access to her beautiful pussy. She lay back on the pillow, her soft mews warming my heart while I tasted her sweet nectar.

Soft moans gave way to hungry cries and thrashing hips as I brought her to the brink over and over.

She screamed when I bit down on her clit, her entire body jerking with an orgasm powerful enough to rattle the headboard.

Her pussy exploded in my face, soaking my mouth and nose with her juices.

I wiped my face with the sheet before moving into position. Her pussy was still contracting when I drove inside her, filling her with one deep thrust.

She squirmed around like a fish out of water, her arms flailing uncontrollably.

I captured her wrists and pinned them above her head before I pressed our palms together. She opened her eyes and gazed up at me with a glassy stare as she slowly regained her faculties.

I kissed her softly, our bodies moving together at a relaxed pace. She locked her thighs around my hips, her eyes begging me to give her what she needed.

I slid out, leaving just the head inside before I drove back in, hammering her with a series of powerful thrusts. My cock swelled, my heavy balls signaling they weren’t going to hold out much longer.

I didn’t know if she could come from intercourse. Most chicks couldn’t.

“Come for me, baby,” I panted, lowering my head to her chest. I sucked her nipple, giving her a little bite before I slammed my cock into her one last time.

Her hips bucked, her pussy putting my cock in a tight headlock when she found her release. I followed right behind, going off like a geyser as I emptied my balls inside her.