Page 11 of Claimed By the Hitchhiker

I tilt my head back and breathe hard before looking at him again. “No, Damien. Don’t stop.”

Anticipation fills my senses and I can’t look away as he lowers his face and drags his tongue along my slit. I feel like someone just electrocuted me. He jerks my butt to the edge and lifts my legs over his shoulders before he licks another stripe down.

Oh. My. God.

I’ve probably died and gone to heaven. Because there’s no other way to describe it. All in all, this isn’t a bad way to go.

He makes a ragged sound as I yank his hair, and when he slides his tongue into my tight muscles, my hips push forward as if on their own volition and I tighten my legs around him. His fingers dig into my thighs, and I’m moaning and whimpering like crazy, saying his name over and over again. My brain stops functioning, and I don’t even consider the possibility that someone might pass by.

At this point, I’m beyond caring. If someone wants to watch, let them watch. I’ll go insane if Damien stops.

A knot of tension begins to wind tighter low in my belly, and I rock against him. Rock and rock and rock. Without a warning, my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer, so intense I feel like someone shook me hard, and I lie down on the hood, spent, dazed, and still coming down from the high.

Damien smiles with my juices glistening around his mouth. He runs his lips down my throat, sucking on the pulse between my collarbones. He pulls up the sweatpants and loops my legs around his waist as he carries me back to the passenger seat.

We don’t say a word, but he reaches for my hand and holds it, unaware that my legs are still shaking. A girl can get used to this. He makes me want to.

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DAMIEN

Dani is fucking delicious.

And the way she came apart in my mouth? I’m storing that picture of her in my head, only taking it out if I need to service myself. My desperation to have her has reached new heights, and I don’t know how much longer I can restrain myself. At this point, I’m gonna have to accept I’ll be walking with a boner the entire time we’re together.

And we’ll be together for a long, long time. I’d rather have someone sever my limbs than let her go.

Less than an hour later, I round a bend in the road and make out a dim glow.

The motel comes into view. It’s small, probably only has five bedrooms, and with a neon sign perched on a post, buzzing intermittently and casting a glow over the entrance. There’s only one subcompact in the parking lot, and I bet it’s the owner’s.

There’s still zero signal on my phone, and I’m almost nodding on the wheel, having been awake for more than 16 hours already. My eyes feel heavy, my mind starting to feel foggy.

Looking over at her, Dani looks just as tired.

That’s it. We’re going to stay here and sleep. Won’t do us any good if I’m so exhausted I can’t fight.

I pull in front of the first room, the crunch of gravel under the tires suddenly too loud.

The motel has an aged wooden siding and simple overhanging eaves, with layers of paint peeling in places.

Yep, it looks like it came straight out of a Hollywood horror movie. I won’t be surprised if Norman Bates comes at us with an ax.

I turn off the engine and go to Dani’s side. I hold her hand and we approach the small office and open the glass door, the small bell above it chiming softly. Along one wall are brochures, pamphlets, and maps—already faded and difficult to read. A red rotary phone sits on the small coffee table but without wires, so it must be just for decorative purposes.

A middle-aged man hobbles to the worn wooden counter. “Good evening. How can I help you?”

“We’d like one room please.” I think for a moment Dani will protest, but she grabs my forearm and leans into me. Good girl.

The man reaches for a ledger, licks his finger to open it to a blank page, and starts asking for my information.

He looks up over the rim of his glasses. “How long do you intend to stay?”

“Just one night or two. We’ll see.”

He nods and grabs behind him a key attached to a wooden block. “Room 1. I think you’re already parked in front.”

“Thanks. Do you have a phone here?”

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