Part 51

Part 51

Getting released from the hospital took hours, by the time we actually reached the car it was late at night, and I was overly tired and in need of a shower. King’s suggestion was to get a hotel for a few nights so we can come up with a plan. Without cells phones or any way to get on line, we had no other choice but to go from one hotel to the next to find a place that had rooms available. After going to eight different hotels, the last one that we were declined we decided to sit in the parking lot to look at a map of the area. All of a sudden I wanted him, not him, but his mouth. While he was focused on circling places for us to go and crossing out the places we’ve already been but had no vacancies. I dropped my pants, then stepped out of my underwear, moving my right leg so it rested on the steering wheel, and the other was on his head rest. King didn’t take is eyes off the map once, I lifted my waist in the air so all he had to do was bend just a tad to put his lips on it.

“I was wondering what this looked like in the dark.”

Turning his head in my direction, “It looks like good eaten if you ask me.”

“Then what’s the hold up?”

King went in, as King always does; but this time he went a little further south than normal. He had me so far up in the air I could damn near touch the roof of the car with my belly button. Each and every time I came, he would lift his head up just a little to ask me if I were his and only his. Before I could answer he was right back on my soft spot, making me scream yes, forcing me to tell him I was all his. It’s like he was holding me hostage, forcing me to scream out whatever he wanted to hear, as long as he wouldn’t stop I would’ve called him master. When I had enough, I dropped back down in my seat, grabbing his soaked face to kiss him. I got some paper towel from the back seat to dry off, handed some to King, and he told me that he wants it to dry so he can keep smelling me. That was cute and nasty all in the same, but what King wants he gets.

King started the car and told me he knew the perfect place and would definitely have a room for us. We were maybe thirty minutes from the hotel that he’s now suggesting. As soon as we get there, King gets out and tells me he would come back to get me, but for now I should rest my eyes because he’s ready for round two. Every so often I would raise my head to see if he returned, but no King. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem but something wasn’t right. I get out of the car not knowing what I can do, when my only weapon is a corkscrew. I got back in the car and popped the trunk, searching for something I can use as a weapon if needed. I came across a crowbar that looks like it hasn’t been touched. I grabbed that and tucked in into my pants, all I needed to do is pull it out and start swinging. I can use the corkscrew for my own protection, if someone grabs me, or gets too close.

Walking up to the door, looking behind me from time to time; the doors did not open right away, instead because of the hour they were locked. In order for me to get in, the front desk concierge would have to manually open the doors. The problem is, there’s no one at the front desk. I cross the entrance doors and what do I see, King with the female concierge bent over the sofa in the lounge area. I want to kill him, I want to beat him in his damn head with this crowbar. I mean, I know we’re not together because I said so, but we never really broke up. I stood there just watching them and then I thought, what in the hell is wrong with me. I’m over here talking to myself, telling myself that we’re not together but we never broke up. I have lost my damn mind, all because he ate the box good; I started laughing and dropped the crowbar. King looked up at me but I was laughing too hard to even give a damn. The female pulled down her skirt and walked over to open the door with a smile.