“So?” he was getting impatient.
I just shrugged and winked. I chose to leave it up for interpretation.
“I see,” he said, flashing a million dollar smile. His teeth were flawless and his full lips framed them perfectly.
I noticed many of the guys at the bar wore matching leather jackets with “Hell’s Highway” embroidered on the backs. They each had names on the fronts and various patches on the sleeves. Blaze’s jacket looked like some of the other guys’ jackets, but it was missing the insignia. Still, he was clearly with them.
Blaze must be in their motorcycle gang, I thought. It was oddly arousing.
I took a sip from my glass and gave him a once over. He was wearing tight, slim cut dark denim jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt and a black, leather motorcycle jacket. His dark hair was messy and tousled. He could’ve used a haircut, but as a hairstylist I tend to think that about everyone I meet. He could definitely pull off the mussed hair look though. I saw a hint of a tattoo peeking out from his v-neck top and another on the back of his neck.
Blaze tossed back the remainder of his drink, and I noticed another tattoo of some sort on his wrist. The rest of him was so covered up, I couldn’t help but wonder what else was under those layers of clothing.
“Wanna get out of here?” he propositioned me.
It seemed all too easy, and it was what I came there for, so I smiled, stood up, and motioned towards the door. Blaze flashed a two second, cockeyed smile and followed me outside. The moment we got outside, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He pinned me against the brick exterior of the outside of the bar, towering over me, and started kissing my neck. He smelled like leather and a citrus, woodsy cologne. He worked his way to my ear and nibbled it a little before whispering, “I can’t wait to have you.”
I could feel the burn of pleasure stirring in my panties and knew that we had to get somewhere private and fast.
“I’m staying across the street,” I whispered. It was all happening so fast, but those were the best kind of hook ups in my opinion. I hated wasting time on bullshit and games.
By the time we made it to my room and closed the door behind us, I lifted my top over my head revealing my supple girls just waiting to burst out of my black push-up bra. Blaze looked me up and down and unzipped his pants. He lunged at me like a hungry animal attacking their prey in the wild.
“Wait,” I said.
“What?” He said, pulling my bra straps off my shoulders. He wasn’t stopping.
“Maybe this is a bad idea,” I objected. “I’ve never done this before. Fucked a stranger.”
Blaze continued to unhook my bra as he said, “Sex with you could never be wrong.”
“I don’t even know your last name,” I objected.
“That’s what makes this so hot,” he said, reaching around to the back of my bra.
Within seconds my bra was unhooked and flung across the room. He began unbuttoning my pants. He wanted me. For the first time in months, a man wanted me and wasn’t afraid to go for it. He wasn’t playing any games. I couldn’t help but secretly love the attention. It made me feel hot. Something my ex never did for me.
“Release your inner bad girl tonight, baby,” he said as he kissed my neck. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Just as I was beginning to open up to the idea of just letting go, Blaze pulled back. He didn’t take his eyes off my body for one second as he lifted his shirt up and over his head. He was now fully naked and calculating his next move as he ushered us closer to the bed.
Naked Blaze was nothing but a glorious mess of tattoos, scars, and pulsing, shifting muscles. He was definitely a stretch from my usual type which only made this even hotter.
I decided to officially throw caution to the wind and unzipped my pants. I was going for the gold. He slid them down and gently pushed me back on the bed. He laid on top of me and kissed my lips, playfully tugging and biting and licking. I felt his cock on top of my pussy and it was all the tease I needed to get even wetter than I was before.
He worked his way from my mouth down to my neck and stopping at my breasts. He sucked one nipple as his hand fondled the opposite breast. As the warmth of his hot breath left my breasts, the chill of the cool motel room air conditioning sent shivers through my body, which only intensified the experience.
He kissed his way down my belly and used his hands to spread my knees.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I said to him as I noticed where he was headed. My ex never liked to do that, and I got used to not having it.
“Oh, yes I do,” he replied as his head lowered into my lady kingdom.