True Love: a Motel 6 Horror Story

'Im at motel 6, and ready to go to the place across the street, or go to somewhere we can chat and have a drink and figure something out'

I read the text in a matter of milliseconds, but it took me several minutes to process. He was here, in the city. He also had a hotel room. A shitty one, yes, but a room with a (hopefully) locking door and a bed. That's all that was really required anyway, right? I checked the time. It was already getting late, but now was as good of time as any.

'I guess I could always head that way. Remember, I will turn into a pumpkin at a certain hour so my time might have some constraints... :P'

"Alright, Mom," I said as I stood up from the couch in my parents' living room. "I can't stand any more of this movie. The dude's gonna kill her husband and probably go to jail so there won't be a happily ever after. Sorry to break it to you!"

"Ugh, you suck! Don't say that. True love will prevail!" she chirped as she raised her hand in the air like a gallant knight.

"Goodbye, mother." I said as I kissed her on the head and made my way outside. It was so cold, the kind of cold that stings. It was making the metal of my piercings ache, mostly in my nipples, although that ache could possibly be contributed to where I was headed. I sent another text as I walked.

'Am I supposed to just inform you when I arrive or what!?'

His reply was instant.

'Haha you have to climb through the window, got a ladder? No I'm gonna go to the gas station right here ill meet you outside'

Once I was in the the car I seemed to be on autopilot. I couldn't hear what was on the radio. The words the artist was singing didn't seem to make sense. I had brains enough to blast the heat, which hit me in the face and fogged my glasses. I kept driving, passing landmarks I had seen a thousand times, but I still felt like I was lost. In reality I was heading the wrong direction. My house was the total opposite way. It wouldn't have been hard to take the last exit to head home, but I never was one to make life easy on myself.

I saw the sign of the motel almost too late and whipped into the parking lot. There were several cars, but the place looked dead. "Good," I thought. "Less chance of running into anyone." I got out my phone to text him again. I could have called, but I didn't have the courage to hit the green call button. This was ridiculous. I was ridiculous.

To diffuse my inner tension, I tried to be amusing in my text.

'You're not driving an old beat up red mini van are you!?'

I stared at my phone, waiting for a response. My anxiety was through the roof. I was half tempted to put my car in reverse and peal out of the parking lot. Really that was probably the best idea, anyway. I found myself reaching for the gearshift when suddenly there was a loud tap on my window. I jumped. I was a bundle of emotions. I was anxious, with good reason. I was nervous, also with good reason. I was angry at myself for letting me come here in the first place and I was angry at him, too, for scaring the shit out of me. I turned the engine off and opened the door to get out. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.

"Really!? Was that totally necess-"

But before I could finish my sentence he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him. One arm stayed firmly around my waist as his other arm held my back. I felt his fingertips brush my hair that was hanging down between my shoulder blades. I felt his breath on my neck and he sighed a very quiet almost inaudible, "Missed you." I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to cry and scream at the same time.

We broke apart. He was grinning stupidly at me. I wrinkled my nose, trying not to grin back. He was not winning this easily. Not by a long shot. I shivered, mostly because I was cold. Mostly.

"Can we please decide what we're doing? I'm FREEZING."

He nodded.

"The more I thought about it, the more I thought you might just want to chill here. I've got a six pack."

This time I nodded.

"Oh, how very gentlemanly of you," I said maybe a little bit too snotty.

He laughed and started walking towards the entrance. I obediently followed. There was a family entering the same time as we were. I held my breath and did not let myself look at them. He politely held the door for them as I turned my head away. They proceeded inside and so did he. We walked up a few flights of stairs. This place was more of a dump on the inside than the outside. The walls were all different colors. Several of the doors didn't have handles. One section of the hallway reeked of weed. "Is this really happening?" I asked myself. So many times I had let myself have fantasies about a situation like this with him, but of course the hotel wasn't out of American Horror Story!

"Here we are!" he said as he unlocked the door. I followed him inside and breathed a slight sigh of relief. It wasn't nearly as bad in the room as the hallway. That was a slight plus. I did a scan around the room and walked over to the couch. It was a deep red. Hopefully no blood stains from someone being murdered.

He walked over to the dresser and grabbed two beers. He opened one and handed it to me. I'm not normally a beer drinker, but between the anxiety of being in his presence and now this motel was enough to make me take a huge gulp without even wincing. With his beer in hand he sat down on the couch with me. He wasn't quite on the opposite side, but to me it felt like miles. I wanted him closer. He took a drink.

"So tell me about your life now."

I hesitated. So many parts of my life were the same, what he had already known. But on the same hand much of it was different, partially thanks to him, whether he knew it or not. The conversation came easily. We shared so much of ourselves to each other. We talked about everything: work, school, politics, football. There was never a lull in the dialogue. I had forgotten what it was like to talk to a man and actually have a stimulating conversation, actually be challenged and exhilarated by nothing but words.

Maybe that's why it caught me off guard when he placed his hand on my thigh. The conversation continued, but so did the movement of his hand. It moved back and forth along my thigh. Just this simple touch was enough to make my abdomen start to feel like it was on fire. He could tell his actions were started to have an effect on me, and he place his free hand on my waist. I don't know why, but I panicked. I tried to pull away from him. He squeezed my hip.

"Absolutely not," he growled as he pushed his weight on top of me. I shut my eyes tightly as he smashed his lips into mine. He had always been an aggressive kisser. A small noise escaped from my throat. All the anxiety had been building up to this moment. My sign of submissiveness excited him and he bit my lip. For a second I thought I tasted blood, but he didn't give me the chance to figure it out.

He got up from the couch and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around so my back was to him. He kissed my neck as he pulled my hips into him. There was no mistaking his hard dick pressed against my ass. Again I moaned, and in a swift movement he threw me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists behind my head. Once again he kissed me before ripping my sweatshirt up over my head. He sank his teeth into my neck. Then in a change of pace he ever so softly began tracing the skin on my chest that wasn't covered by my bra. He leaned down a brushed his lips across. I must've had a confused look on my face. He grinned wickedly at me before ripping my bra off of me without even unclasping it. I gasped as the underwire scratched my skin. He didn't care and savagely began sucking on my tits like they were his last meal. He alternated between sucking and biting. I didn't know which I liked best. The sound of his teeth hitting the metal of my nipple rings was erotic and I found myself placing my hand on the back of his head to hold his mouth in place over my throbbing nipple. I twisted my fingers through his short blonde hair that would've been curls had he let it grow out. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling.

But suddenly he sat up and smacked the hand that had been behind his head. He reached up and I thought he was going to take his sweatshirt off. Instead he grabbed the string from the hood. He yanked on it until it came out. Still holding the string, he flipped me onto my stomach. With a loud CRACK he smacked my upturned ass. I cried out from both pain and shock. He did it again, harder. He kneeled on the bed and I felt him grind his solid dick against my ass. I hadn't forgotten how well endowed he was. With each movement of his dick against my ass I felt my pussy moistening itself. My hips began to buck in rhythm to his grinding. At this he laughed and leaned forward to grab my wrists.

"Such a slut," he tutted as he twisted the string tightly around my wrists. When he was satisfied with his tying, once again he flipped me so I was on my back again. He pulled me so that my head was hanging over the side. I couldn't see what he was doing but I heard the jingle of his belt buckle.

The next thing I knew he was standing over me. His rock hard cock was in his hand. He gave it a few pumps and then proceeded to slap the side of my face with his dick. He leaned slightly forward.

"Open, baby."

I obediently opened my mouth. He slid the head in and waited for me to get it wet for him. I traced circles around the head before using my tongue to fuck the tip of it. He moaned, knowing full well I remembered what he liked. Then he began to push it in further. I tried to keep my tongue as out of the way as possible. My eyes began to water. I had a terrible gag reflex and he knew that. So it caught me off guard when in one forceful move he shoved it all the way down my throat. My throat tightened and I began gagging. My entire mouth and throat were full of his thick cock. I couldn't help but try to scream. It hurt so bad.

He pulled it out and I gasped for breath. My eyes streamed with tears but I couldn't wipe them away because my hands were tied. I took a breath but before I could exhale my mouth again was filled with cock. He thrust a few times slightly and once again shoved it down my throat. This time it hurt worse. My nose began to run and my muscles clenched in pain. I gagged around it which seemed to excite him more. He continued to thrust and in my anguish I arched my back, causing my teeth to sink into his dick. He quickly pulled out.

He strode around the bed and grabbed my feet, pulling me all the way onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, pinning my shoulders to the bed with his knees. Through my tears I looked up at him, but his expression was hard to make out through my cloudy eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-"

SMACK. He slapped me hard across the face.

"Please! I didn't mean to-"

SMACK. Another slap across the face.

He grabbed my jaw and forced it open. With his index finger he tapped hard on my front teeth. I knew what he meant, that I had better be more careful with them. I blinked slowly, knowing what was coming next. On cue his dick was once again thrust into my mouth and down my throat. I tried holding still for as long as I could, until the burning was too much. Could there be damage done to the throat from swallowing too much dick? I didn't want to find out.

On one of his thrusts I was able to turn my head and his dick fell out. I prepared myself for the slap, but first I said, "Please. I have to sing at church tomorrow." This was the absolute truth. I closed my eyes, waiting to be hit, but instead was surprised by his laughter. I opened my eyes and looked at him curiously. He climbed off the bed, still laughing.

"That's great! 'Please don't face fuck me into oblivion. I have to sing at church tomorrow'!"

I was a little angry that he was mocking me, but I understood the humor in what I had said. Closet slut or not, I couldn't have a sore throat tomorrow.

He stopped laughing and removed my boots. Then he reached up and began peeling my leggings off if me. He kissed my stomach and worked his way down to my hip. We made eye contact and then he sunk his teeth into my hip bone. A low moan escaped from me. One of my weak spots he knew all too well. He worked on one as he pressed firmly on the other. He kissed his way back and forth, but then began kissing lower on my abdomen. He kissed my pubic bone. He then placed a small kiss on my outer pussy lips and without thinking I shot straight up.

"No!" I shouted.

He stared at me like I was the biggest idiot he had ever seen.

"What do you mean, no!?" he shot back.

I looked away. It had been ages since I had felt a man's tongue on my pussy. I'd be lying if I said I didn't ache for it. I loved it. But the last time a man attempted to do it I had a very bad experience with it and began to feel self-conscious about it. In my heart I knew it was not me, it was the man that had tried to do it. But my brain couldn't get over the fact. I didn't want him to be repulsed by me.

"Just please...don't." I said, not making eye contact.

He reached up and pushed me back onto the bed. He climbed over me and kissed me, not quite as harsh this time. I felt what he was saying without any words being spoken. He then kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my neck. He began kissing his way down my body. My clavicles, my nipples, my ribs. My stomach, my hips, my thighs. And then he hesitated over my pussy. He pushed my legs apart and I felt his breath. Very gently he placed a kiss on my sensitive clit. I jumped but he was ready for it, holding my hips to the bed.

I was a stone statue as he flattened his tongue over my clit and began firmly licking. He moved down and pushed his tongue in my pussy as far as he could. He moved his tongue throughout my inner folds and eventually made his way back to my clit. He started sucking on it as he inserted two fingers in my soaked pussy. It was almost too much to handle but I couldn't pushed him away because my hands were still tied. He began working his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, which my breathing matched. His tongue and lips held the perfect pressure around my clit. I felt something deep inside me started to build. He must've felt it too, because his rhythm increased. I felt my orgasm beginning to build.

"Harder," I managed to get out breathlessly.

He obliged. All I could do was focus on what was happening to my body. It was beginning to build faster. I looked down to see his eyes closed but almost as if he felt me looking at him, his eyes snapped open. They met mine with an almost animalistic aggression in them. I felt my forehead wrinkle with anticipation.

"Almost...there." I breathed. "Please. Don't. Stop."

At this he hooked his fingers up inside and after a few more thrusts I lost it. It felt like I was going to pee all over the place and at that very second I didn't give a shit if I did or not. I let the waves of the orgasm take me.

When I finally came back down he removed his fingers. I could see my sticky cum all over them. He looked at his fingers and then looked at me. He smiled and shook his head. I bit my lip nymphically. He climbed up in the bed and held the fingers over me.

"Open."

I did so and he forced the cum soaked fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them willingly, tasting myself off his fingers. Once I was done he removed the fingers and replaced them with his own tongue. We made out this way for a long time.

He broke the kiss and I looked over to see him jacking off his cock.

"I think it's your turn," I said.

He looked at me and grinned.

"Don't lie. You just wanted to want to be filled with my dick!" he laughed.

I innocently shrugged my shoulders. With that he flipped me back over so I was on my stomach again. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under my stomach so my hips were more elevated. I felt a hard SMACK against my ass a few times and then felt his hard dick rubbing against me. I could tell he wanted in me just as bad as I wanted it. I felt the hot tip of his cock outside my pussy. It felt heavenly but then I snapped back to reality.

"Wait!" I said. "I'm not on anything!"

I grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me upright.

"I know, you stupid slut. I'm not going to finish in you, even though I know how much your pussy is craving to be filled with my hot cum."

I couldn't help but stupidly moan as he shoved me back face first into the bed. Once again I felt his dick at my entrance. I took a breath and he forced himself into me. He was right. I was aching to feel his cock inside me. He pulled back almost all the way out before shoving himself forcefully back in. I bucked my hips back into him, matching his thrusts. Then he began to kick it into overdrive. I had forgotten just how quickly and forcefully he fucked. It felt amazing. My hands twisted in their restraints. I loved the smacking sound of his hitting me and his balls smacking my ass.

Expertly he reached around and found my swollen clit. He began to diddle it in rhythm to his thrusts. Once again I felt my orgasm building and squeaked as my pussy muscles tightened around his dick. This time he moaned, too, and I was afraid of him cumming inside me. I could tell by his thrusts that he hadn't. It was hard for him to hold myself up and I faltered a little.

Then I began to feel him messing with the string that had tied my hands. He was undoing it. Was he done? We're we done? He loosened it and threw it on the floor. He gently turned me over on my back and laid down beside me. He kissed my wrists which we fabric burnt. He brushed the loose hair from my forehead and kissed it. He ran his finger along my cheek before resting it on my chin. He tilted it up to kiss me. The he laid his head down on pillow next to mine.

"This is the dangerous part," I said, not really meaning to break the silence.

"I know," he answered quietly without looking at me.

"You do?"

"Yes. This is comfortable and perfect. But not it's no realistic...right now," he said.

He was too right. "Yes. Yes, definitely. And then I'll miss it. So much. Which again doesn't even exist in the "real world". So I can't show any signs of how much it effects me."

"I'm sorry," he said. "That's not what I wanted."

I made myself smile. "Oh, it's fine. This right here IS perfect. This is what we do. We're good at this. We can handle each other in small doses, you know? We just weren't meant to be together - together."

I could tell he didn't like my answer. He closed his eyes and rated his forehead on my shoulder. I should have left well enough alone, but that never really had been my style.

"Hey," I said. "Come on, now. Don't be acting soft. You're Billy Badass, right? And I'm boring Little Miss Predictable. Our lives have always been totally different. This is not what you want, remember? I am not what you want."

In a sudden movement he was on top of me. He looked intensely into my eyes. Then he kissed his while pushing my legs apart. I felt him adjust his hips and then felt his dick slip easily into my still very wet pussy. He thrust in and out a few times before softly saying, "I do want you."

I gasped slightly at this. He was crazy. He didn't know what he was saying. It was his dick talking, not his brain. He moved his arms so he was laying completely on top of me. One arm was behind my back, his other arm reaching up so he could hold my hair. His face was slightly in the pillow but his mouth was right next to my ear. He continued fucking me, his pelvis grinding perfectly into my clit. I knew I was going to cum again.

"I want you," he panted. "I want you. I want you. I love you."

Stupidly enough that sent me into an orgasm. My nails dug into his back and my legs wrapped around him hard.

Suddenly he ripped himself from me and I watched as streams of cum started shooting from his dick, hitting the wall. He jacked himself off a few more times, all the while staring at me as the cum leaked out of his spent dick.