5. Ouch!

Jillian

The factit was nine p.m. when I got to my room was enough of a delay in the game, so to speak. But now, my eyes are burning from the shampoo I got in them, and no amount of rinsing has lessened the effect.

Blinking, I lean closer to the mirror to get a better look. "I hope to hell my hair and makeup look decent, not that I can see them. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

My phone sounds off with a notification, and I blink rapidly as I look at the screen, hoping that minimizes the pain. It doesn't.

I tap the notification and the messages while leaning in to read it. When a voice comes from somewhere, I jump back and …

"Noooo," I cry as I slip on the wet floor, ending up on my ass—hard. "Shit, shit, shit."

I push up and slip again, missing everything he said but "fuck it. Full send."

Eyes burning, vision fucked, ass aching, I know I should call this off, except his voice, deep and calm, a little bit commanding, I know I've picked the perfect hookup.

Eyes now hot because I'm super freaking frustrated and not in the head space I need to be in, I wipe away tears while leaning in.

"Oh my God, seriously?" I feel myself begin to spiral when I notice the mascara running down my face.

For a good ten seconds, I consider using the card Rome gave me for emergencies to get an Uber and head back to Jersey. There, I could hole up in the RV, eat my way through dubious amounts of those damn gummy nerds that CeCe has me hooked on, and binge-watch shitty reality shows, like Real Housewives of Any-F'ing-Where But Here.

I smack reflection, I think. "Get your head in the game, Hart. You fucking got this."

Within ten minutes,I've turned on the fake dollar store candles I bought, unscrewed lightbulbs on the bedside tables and desk, shoved drenched towels, clothes, and bags in the tiny hotel closet, and am ready to crash for a few minutes and rest my eyes when there is a knock on the door.

Taking in a deep breath then exhaling slowly, I step to the door, turn the knob, and open it, making sure to step back so he doesn't get the full effect of my devil eyes.

He's tall, dark, and blurry, not that I could see his face behind the flowers he's holding out.

"They're beautiful. You shouldn't have." I hold my hand out then pretend to smell them, but only so I can close my damn eyes.

"I …" He pauses, no doubt trying to figure out how to address the literal unicorn in the room. "You take the prize."

I walk over to set the flowers on the entertainment console. Then I turn and look over my shoulder. "Are you coming in, or …?" I leave it hanging but keep the flow going before he decides to run away, which he might, and I couldn't even be mad.

I must look like a lunatic with this damn unicorn mask on, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Which is why I am now pushing the hotel robe from my shoulders and shrugging it off.

"Fucking dream," he groans.

Groans.

It's incredibly hot. How hot? Hotter than ninety-eight point six degrees because I have goosebumps covering my skin.

Goosies.

My heart rate increases, my core is getting hot, my clit tingles, and my nipples are hardening. Burning eyes and blurred vision be damned. It's no longer just determination driving this sin train; it's desire.

I walk to the edge of the bed, bare except for the red bottoms, and bend down, ass pointed in his direction, not bending my knees so he gets a nice view of one of my best assets, even in this damn close to dark room, to remove the shoes.

"Allow me."

"Of course." I turn to sit on the edge of the bed.

His voice is thick, rich, and deep when he steps toward me. "Good girl."

Dear Lord, that's hot. Does that mean I have daddy issues? Probably, but who cares? I'm burning for this.

With his two huge hands on my knees, he begins to squat down, spreading my legs apart to make room for his massive frame. He dips his head down and kisses the inside of each knee.

His hair is longer than how I pictured it in my filthy little fantasies the past several days, and it's soft against my now blazing skin.

His hand, rough and calloused, gently and slowly run down my legs. "Wasn't sure we should take these off, but it got me between your legs, and you smell"—he runs his nose across my inner thigh—"fucking delicious." Firm strong hands around my ankles, he lifts my legs, one and then the other, over his shoulders. "Lie back and let me fuck your sweet pussy with my tongue."

Before I have a chance to say yes please, his hand is between my legs, cupping my heated flesh. A finger slides between my folds and inside me, causing my core to immediately contract.

"So hot and tight." His open mouth slides down my leg, teeth nipping my inner thigh, sucking in my flesh, making sounds that I wish I could record to replay when I go solo on my next self-care night.

I whimper as he slides his finger slowly in and out of me. Whimpers, moans, sounds I don't recognize but are undeniably mine, escape me.

He growls as he pulls his finger from inside me, leaving me empty and wanting more, so much more.

I don't wait long as he shoves his arms under me, giving a deep, firm demand of, "Lie back." Then he spreads my legs and licks right up my seam.

I gasp then hold my breath, fisting the comforter as he licks, sucks, and plunges his tongue deep inside of me while holding my legs that are instinctually attempting to close wide open. Everything inside of me is going off. Hell, even my toes are tingling. Toe-gasms.

It's not long before I'm rocking, moaning, writhing beneath him.

"No, no, no, no." I reach down between my legs to play with my clit, knowing I'm right there and what it would take to send me over the edge, but his hand captures mine and pins it to the mattress, and then his tongue circles, flicks, and nudges it and he sucks.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cry then sputter nonsensical words and phrases as the mother of all explosions detonate inside or me.

"Gonna make you come again, and then I want you on all fours so I can fuck this hot little hole of yours and make that peach bounce."

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," I cry as he does it all again.

SMS stands up and starts removing clothes. Then he removes a packet from his pocket and holds it between his teeth. "All fours."

Doing as he says, I glance over my shoulder and watch the muscles in his shoulders move as his hand works the condom over his cock.

"You good?" he asks, voice thick with need.

I clear my throat, not wanting to sound like I'm freaking the hell out that I'm going to lose my virginity doggy-style. It's not like I haven't fucked myself with plastic dicks for a couple years now. I got this.

"How about you tell me once you're inside?"

He chuckles darkly. "Mask is cute as hell. Eating you out and fucking you in it makes it feel"—he pauses as he grips my hips and pulls me to the end of the bed—"some kind of way. It's hot. But round two, it comes off. I wanna kiss those sexy lips of yours."

He lines up the head of his cock with my entrance. "Gonna ease in, stretch you out a bit so I don't hurt you."

"No one's ever died from getting fucked hard and fast, have they?" I quip.

He leans down and bites my ass lightly. "Don't know, but I don't wanna hurt you. We're not finished yet."

"I got two already; you take yours however you want. But round two, I wanna ride you like?—"

I was fully unprepared for this, I think, unable to breathe as he moves slowly in and out, getting deeper with each stroke as he curses and praises, grunts and growls.

"Need to fucking hear you," he hisses as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. "Unicorn pussy," he grunts. "Magic. Fucking amazing."

"Amaz—" I force out but stop to bite the damn bed to stop from screaming when he pulls me back against him.

"Jesus, you're hot."

"Hot," I whimper.

"So hot."

I manage to mumble, "Uh-huh."

His hand wraps around me, and he pulls my body up so my back is against his hard as hell chest. One of his hands immediately finds my clit—thank God—and the other cups one of my tits, fingers immediately finding my piercing. "So hot."

"Mmm …" I moan as the immense pressure and discomfort between my legs eases, but only slightly. The pressure on my clit, though, and the way he's playing with my tits, feels so fucking good.

"Lips," he groans, and I turn to give them to him.

His mouth tastes like me and bubblegum. His lips feel like cushions or pillows—whichever is softest—and he's good, so good at the kissing part, too.

He tears his lips from mine, sneering, "Fuck, I'm not gonna last much longer." His hand releases me. "Back down for me, all fours. We're gonna come together."

Highly unlikely, I think but obviously don't say.

"Your tits, your mouth, that ass," he says as he thrusts deeper, faster, harder, rolling his hips, gripping my ass, and …

"What are you?—"

"Wanna fuck your tits, and right here, too." He presses his thumb more firmly against my asshole. "Not now, though. Your pussy is too good. So good."

"We're gonna come," he sputters, and then his hand is between my legs, and he performs a miracle.

I come, too.

It's a good thing I didn't tell him it wasn't possible because it would have made me a liar. I may be a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them.

When he pulls out, I collapse on the bed, and he crawls in beside me.

"Ten minutes, and I'm good to go again."

"May take fifteen before the aftershocks subside in my?—"

"That's so hot." He pulls me toward him. "Oddly, so is the mask."

I can't help but giggle.

"No judgment. To each their own," he says, and I hear a smile in his sexy, postcoital voice.

"Good. I don't think I'll ever take it off."

"No way. We had a deal." He sighs.

"Truth?"

"Always."

"It's to cover my face so I don't scare you away," I admit, because why not? Our one night is almost up.

"Calling bullshit. You're stunning."

"No bullshit. I was running late and showered after the show. Whatever soap the hotel supplies should be outlawed. It got in my eyes, and I couldn't rinse it out fully." I turn and face him, still not really able to see him, more due to the lighting now, but even so. "It was either cancel or wear the mask so you wouldn't freak out seeing a woman who looked possessed or high, maybe both. Oh, and demonic, too. I couldn't see to remove my makeup, so there's that."

His chest vibrates as he reaches over and cups my boob. "Between your perfect ass, amazing tits, and the robe drop, I'm not even sure I would have noticed. Fucking hot, GTO."

"Even partially blinded still, I can tell you're not so bad yourself, SMS."

"Should have brought my pole. You'd look fucking amazing dancing on it."

"New life goal." I yawn. "Gold medal pole dancer."

"You want me to run down the block and grab you some eyewash?" he asks, messing with his dick, and I realize he's taking off the condom.

"No, it's getting better now." The tears I shed from your massive dick must have cleaned them out pretty good. Probably should have allowed myself to cry.

"You sure?"

"I am."

"Ten-minute power nap, and then you can show me what you got?"

I openmy eyes and can tell he's asleep, so I slide out of bed to use the bathroom.

Quietly closing the door behind me, I walk to the sink and pull the mask the rest of the way off my face. My eyes are no longer burning, but they're still sore. I make quick work to remove the makeup so that I don't look like someone off of a horror movie going in to round two. Because yes, there will be a round two. I am not a quitter, regardless of the fact my vagina feels bruised and battered. I also brush my teeth because I will be kissing him again. He's a fantastic kisser.

I quietly pack up my makeup bag because I know myself, and I'm going to pass out, and we're heading back to Jersey at the ass crack of dawn. I can toss my hair up, throw on a ball cap, and shower with nontoxic shampoo at CeCe's place. Lesson learned the hard way, as per my norm. I will never travel without my own again, even if just for a night.

When I tiptoe out of the bathroom, I hear him softly snoring, or is that …?

I see his phone lighting up his pocket and decide to grab it for him. But when I glance at the screen and see a familiar name as the sender and a picture from O'Donnell's Pub with not just one or two but four familiar faces, I freeze and glance at the bed, afraid to fully take him in because this is a fucking nightmare that I do not want to come true.

What I do next is cowardice but necessary.