Arrogant Savior - Cocky Hero Club

I set my bag on the empty chair that sat in front of the window. Then I moved back to the bed. Call me scared, but I moved in between the two beds to sit. I wanted to lay on the bed furthest from the door. It had been locked and the chain secured, but I didn’t feel completely safe.

For a moment, I had the urge to say goodnight. I held my tongue and lifted the covers to slide in. Just as my head hit the pillow, there was a crack and I was falling.TwelveGrantI was bone hard and horny as fuck for a woman I didn’t even like. Somewhere in the next room she was naked and wet. I felt like a teenager who’d never dipped his wick. It was insane.

Thinking about imaginary altitude, airspeed, vertical speed, and headings didn’t help things as her soft voice sang out a quiet melody that filtered through the silence like a snake charmer’s flute. Her singing was winding me up.

I got out of bed and moved away as I did some stretches and then some squat jumps to work out the kinks from sitting in the truck for so long.

When the water turned off, I moved back to the bed and crawled in. I’d already removed my pants and shirt. Though the motel room appeared as used as the front desk guy had said, it was surprisingly warm.

I closed my eyes when the door opened, not only to help lull me into sleep, but also not to see her. I didn’t want to picture whatever she was wearing or what she wasn’t.

The plan was to get her to New York and forget she ever existed. I had enough visuals and memories of me curled around her that I had to vanquish.

When she announced the bathroom was free, I grudgingly muttered something about taking a shower in the morning. I’d heard her yelp when she got into the shower and assumed the water wasn’t exactly hot. I had a better shot early in the morning before we left if I was lucky.

The truth was, my mind was on overdrive. I was hard as a rock and my boxer briefs wouldn’t hide that fact. I would be lying if I hadn’t imagined what it would be like to be balls deep in her.

Just when I thought I could get through this night as I heard her get into bed, a squeal had me rolling over, reaching for a phantom gun as if I could protect her from danger.

I couldn’t stop a chuckle as I watched her kick out of frustration at the corner of the bed opposite where her head lay now down on the floor. It left her legs up until another crack and her feet were on the ground too. The slope on the bed and her struggles forced her to roll to the floor, sprawled on her back.

Quickly, I moved to the edge of my bed and reached a hand down to help her up. After a few final stomps, she noticed and took it. I swung her up and over to land on top of me.

It was too late to reposition myself so she wouldn’t notice the wood I sported. And just as fast, she was off of me and on her feet in the space between the bed.

Her face had turned a slickly green and she looked as though she would vomit. The amusement on my face died as her disgust grated on my nerves.

“What’s wrong, Highness?” My question came off dripping with cynicism.

She pointed at me and then at the floor, shaking her hands like she was fanning herself as she jumped around on her toes like the floor was hot. Which might have been cute if all the while she hadn’t been miming throwing up. Then in a move so fast my head was left spinning, she flung off her shirt like it too was burning.

For the briefest of seconds, she was bare to me, her chest at least, before one arm moved to cover the heavy weight of her full breasts.

“Is something wrong?” I asked again.

At first I thought she’d been grossed out when she felt I was hard for her. But that didn’t warrant her taking off her top.

“The floor,” she began, gagging on her words. “Who knows what’s on it, and that,” she said, pointing at me. I ground my molars, prepared for her to give me shit about a natural response to a beautiful woman. “That cover has probably never been washed.” I really thought she would puke. “Who knows what those stains are.”

It was never a good thing to smile at a woman in serious distress, but I couldn’t help the relief I felt that it hadn’t been me who offended her.

Then she stopped and glanced down at herself. I did too from her hidden tits, to the flat of her belly, to panties that didn’t leave much to the imagination.