“Do you want me to see if I can get us a room?” I asked.
He nodded, and I wondered how many times he’d done this before. I swallowed the last of my scotch and wandered out to the lobby. A brief negotiation with the clerk on the front desk, and I had the key to Room 12 in my hand. If he’d noticed I had no luggage, he said nothing. Maybe illicit assignations were what kept this shabby old hotel in business.
I returned to Donnie, whose face lit up as I approached. Had he seriously believed I might bail on him?
“Room 12,” I murmured in his ear. “Give it five minutes, then come up and knock on the door. That way, if there’s anyone here who knows your wife, they won’t realize we’re together.”
He snorted, and I wondered if he was already a little drunker than I’d given him credit for. “Don’t worry; no one here knows Luanne.”
But he sat obediently on his stool, giving me time to make my way up in the creaking elevator to the third floor and let myself into Room 12. In common with the rest of the hotel, there was no air-conditioning, and I threw open the window here, hoping to let some cool air into the stuffy room. I loosened my tie, splashed cold water on my face, adjusted my burgeoning erection and waited for Donnie to arrive.
After what must have been a good ten minutes, I was starting to think he’d got cold feet. Should have just taken him out into the garden and offed him among the rhododendrons like you planned to all along, I chided myself. Then I heard a tentative knock. Walking over to the door, I pulled it open and practically hauled Donnie into the room.
“Thought you weren’t gonna show,” I said, trying to hide my impatience.
“Sorry. I bumped into someone I know from the golf club downstairs. Just couldn’t shake him off. Some guys just can’t take a hint, right?” He was babbling, anxious, and that anxiety was contagious. I knew only one way to shut him up. I pressed my lips to his in a long, deep kiss.
If I’d had any worries he might have been having second thoughts, they vanished in that moment. Donnie responded with passion, pushing his tongue into my mouth in an overeager but endearing kind of way. His mouth tasted of bourbon, and he was making little sighing noises into my mouth.
He didn’t object as I marched him steadily backward till his back pressed against the wall. My crotch ground against his, his cock as rigid and excited as my own. We fumbled at each other’s clothing, him tugging at the belt of my pants, me making short order of the buttons on his white work shirt. Donnie’s chest was covered in a mat of dark curls; his belly was flat. How I ever thought I’d be dealing with some ignorant, out-of-shape schlub, I didn’t know. This guy would have been totally right for Luanne, if only he hadn’t been as interested in other men as she was.
“Oh God, Mike, I want you so much,” Donnie moaned as he broke the kiss. He’d undone my zipper and reached into my jockeys to curl his hand around the hot bar of my cock. His touch was as sure as Luanne’s had been, and I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have both of them here, working on my length with their skillful fingers. I only hoped that, unlike his wife, he wasn’t going to leave me hanging.
That thought was banished as Donnie spun me round so now I had my back to the wall. He dropped to his knees, half-naked on the threadbare carpet. He’d unfastened his own pants, and his dick stood up, curving slightly away from his body. Its length and thickness took my breath away, and I itched to have it sliding into the tight recess of my asshole, filling me like I hadn’t been filled in quite some time.
Donnie had other ideas of how to pleasure me, though. Never breaking eye contact, he took the tip of my dick in his mouth and swallowed maybe a couple of inches of my hot, aching meat. Being sucked into that slick cavern almost made me shoot my load where I stood.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I moaned, swept away by the feel of his tongue swirling over and around my helmet.
“You like that, huh?” he asked, letting me slip out of his mouth for a moment. He looked up at me with puppyish eagerness, seeking my approval. It was kinda pathetic: the guy should have had everything, and yet here he was, trapped in a marriage with a woman he’d married for appearances’ sake and reduced to seeking pleasure with strangers in hotel rooms. It was a dangerous game; he couldn’t know quite how dangerous. Yet, despite everything, I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.
“You like it?” he repeated, and I noticed he had his cock in his fist and was slowly stroking it back and forth.
“Yeah, just keep doing it like that,” I told him. At once, he wrapped his lips around my tip again, taking me farther in this time. His dark head bobbed up and down my shaft as he gradually worked me into his throat. The wet suction had the juices fizzing in my balls, seeking release. The room was silent apart from the little moans he was making around my meat, and the slapping sound of his hand beating his dick. I threw my head back and let out a groan, certain I could feel Donnie smiling in response around my deeply buried cock.
Lost in bliss as I was, I couldn’t afford to lose sight of why I’d brought him up here. My gun was a reassuring bulge in my jacket pocket. It would be so easy to just reach for it and press it to Donnie’s temple. One squeeze of the trigger and I would blow him away, even as he was blowing me.
But I knew I couldn’t do it. No man with a mouth this talented deserved to die. Sure, he was living a lie, sneaking around to find forbidden pleasure behind his wife’s back, but Donnie Palmer wasn’t the villain here. Indeed, as the come shot from the end of my dick and splashed over Donnie’s tonsils, I knew what the real outcome of this sorry little escapade needed to be.
* * *
Luanne didn’t bat an eyelid as she opened the door to me. “I take it you’ve come for the rest of your money.” No what happened? Not even a shred of concern for her husband’s fate. She just smiled that cold smile at me, like this was the moment she’d been waiting for her whole life.
“I found Donnie at the Elliot, just where you said he’d be,” I told her as she led me into the house. As I watched her swaying ass, it was all too obvious she had nothing on under the silky red robe she wore. A couple days ago, the thought of her making good on what she’d promised me in the diner would have had me itching to shuck that robe off her shoulders, but after what had happened with her husband, the prospect no longer had the same appeal.
“Yeah, I thought you might. Always was a creature of habit, was Donnie.”
The interior of the house was oppressively warm, and I wiped beads of sweat from my neck. “Say, I couldn’t trouble you for a glass of water, could I?”
“Sure, come through to the kitchen.”
I leaned against the kitchen table, watching Luanne as she reached into the fridge and took out a pitcher of iced water. When she turned back to me, she didn’t register the gun I pointed at her until it was too late.
“I’m sorry about this, Luanne, really I am. But it’s for the best all round.” I took aim and fired. A small, red circle appeared on her forehead, as round and perfect as the O of her surprised mouth. The pitcher dropped from her grasp, shattering on the floor. She crumpled to the linoleum with barely a sigh, as beautiful in death as she had been in life.
I turned and walked out of the house without a backward glance. No one had seen me arrive; my fingerprints marked nothing, and no one would have the faintest clue that I’d ever been here.
All I had to do now was wait for Donnie’s call. I knew it would come; his eagerness to see me again when I’d left him at the Elliot, naked, satisfied and very much alive, had been proof enough of that. More than that, he was going to need some consolation when he found his wife’s body, and I was just the man to give it to him.