The Hitchhiker

DALLAS

“This place looks really expensive,” I whispered, my eyes darting in every direction, trying to take it all in.

The fancy marble floors and weird carpeting, the lush gardens with the fake pelicans, the giant skylight, and people. So many people.

“Let’s just hope they have a room.” Axel sighed, taking my hand and leading me to the front desk.

“Welcome to Beau Rivage,” the desk clerk said. “Do you have a reservation?”

“No, we don’t,” Axel said. “Do you have any rooms available tonight?”

“For just one night?”

“Yes.”

“Let me check.”

I crossed my fingers while she clicked away on her keyboard.

“We have a panoramic king available.”

“Does it face the water?” Axel asked.

“Oh yes. It has a gorgeous view of the Mississippi sound and the marina.”

“How much?”

“One hundred forty-nine per night plus tax.”

“We’ll take it.”

***

“This view is incredible,” I said. We were in a corner room with floor to ceiling windows on both outside walls. “Now I know why it’s called the panoramic king.”

“Just figured that out, did ya?” Axel chuckled.

“Shut up.”

He scooped me up and tossed me on the bed, climbing on top of me with a ravenous look in his eyes.

“I haven’t been able to get the image of you bent over in your spandex shorts out of my mind. My dick has been throbbing all day.”

“I thought you brought me to Biloxi to gamble, Mr. Hearse Driver,” I drawled, batting my eyelashes. “You didn’t mention anything about sexual favors. I’m not that kind of girl.”

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, yanking them over my hips. “What do we have here?” he murmured, sliding his finger inside my panties. “Your pussy is wet, just begging to be fucked.”

“Have you ever done a sixty-nine?” I asked.

“Nope. Never. You?”

“Yes. Would you like to try it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Get naked, old man.”

He was naked and on his back before I could even get my panties down. “Let’s go, sweetheart. Show me those luscious titties and that sweet pink pearl between your legs.”

I climbed off the bed and flicked on the television, locating a music video channel with something I could dance to.

Axel grinned. His hands were behind his head, his ankles were crossed, and his cock stood straight up in the air.

I shook my ass and gyrated my hips, yanking my top over my head.

He whistled when I shimmied out of my shorts, bending over to give him a nice view of my pussy, my lacy thong barely covering my swollen lips.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it at him while I cupped my tits, jiggling them and pinching my nipples until they were hard peaks.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he growled. “That’s fucking hot.”

“You like watching me touch myself?”

“Hell yeah, I do. Let me see some pussy action.”

I slid off my thong, flinging it at him before going back to playing with my tits. He caught the thong, burying his face in the tiny scrap of wet material saturated with my juices.

“I love the smell of your cunt, baby.”

“You have a dirty mouth, Mr. Kramer.”

“Do you like that?”

“The dirtier, the better.”

“Finger that tight little fuck hole for me.”

I rested one foot on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs so he had a full view of the action.

“Fuck, girl. Look at that honey pot, just dripping with sweet nectar.”

I pushed one finger in, my eyes locked on his while I pleasured myself with slow, easy thrusts.

“Put three in,” he ordered. “If you can take my cock, you should be able to get your whole fist in there.”

“I’m not really into that.”

“I thought you were a sex goddess?” he teased.

“A sex goddess is allowed to have limits.”

I added two more fingers, stretching myself open wide while I worked my clit with my thumb.

He fisted his cock, his eyes glued to my pussy while he grunted out dirty orders. It didn’t take me long to get myself off, my climax erupting with a warm gush of fluid running down my thighs.

“Sit on my face, sweetheart,” he said, his normally deep voice hitting an even lower octave. “Now.”

I shivered at his demanding tone. I’d never been turned on by the idea of letting a guy call all the shots in the bedroom. Until Axel.

He was the epitome of an alpha male. All man. And I wanted to be ravaged by him.

I climbed on top of him, positioning my pussy over his mouth.

He grabbed my hips, attacking me with the aggressive sucking and licking that was Axel’s style. He wasn’t a gentle lover. And he wasn’t big on foreplay. My ape man was all business.

His beard tickled my clit, my sensitive flesh already burning from his whiskers.

I leaned over his belly, taking his throbbing cock in my mouth.

He was swollen and vibrating, the sweet taste of his pre-cum dancing on my tongue when I swiped it across his length. I sucked harder, moving my head up and down, while my fingers jacked him off from the base.

He was really going at my pussy, his piercings rubbing my inner walls while he tongued me fast and furiously.

I licked his balls with long strokes, massaging them gently before taking his cock back in my mouth.

My climax was building, the pressure between my legs almost too much. I wanted my ape man to come with me. When he started fingering me, I knew I wasn’t gonna last much longer.

I paused when I felt him collecting moisture on one of his fingers before circling my back door.

I was at the point where I desperately needed my release, and I would take it however I could get it. He slipped what I hoped was his baby finger past my sphincter, probing gently inside me while he sucked on my overstimulated clit.

I took him deep, his cock hitting the back of my throat as my orgasm rocked through me. He grunted, thrusting hard before he blew his load inside my mouth.

***

I lifted Axel’s arm from my stomach, taking care not to wake him. We spent the entire afternoon fucking. He had pretty impressive stamina for an old dude. But he was cutting some serious wood now.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, tiptoeing into the bathroom while I read my sister’s text.

***

“Thank you for dinner, Axel. That was one of the best steaks I’ve ever tasted.”

“You’re from Texas. How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.” I laughed, finishing off my second beer.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand.

I blinked, my heart doing a weird, fluttery thing when I sensed the change in Axel’s aura. Electricity zapped between our joined hands.

I was seeing a lot of purple. My abilities were probably impaired. I’m not a heavy drinker, so two beers are enough to give me a good buzz. That was the only explanation that made sense.

“Are you ready to do some gambling?” he asked.

“Yes! I’m so excited!” I jumped out of my chair, forgetting all about Axel’s aura the minute we stepped into the casino.

The atmosphere overloaded my sensory receptors, my internal circuit board bombarded with incoming data. The glow of a thousand slot machines, twinkling in the dim lighting, coalesced with a smorgasbord of sounds. Voices, laughter, music, robotic jingle jangling.

I fell in love with the casino before I even sat down at my first slot machine. It had everything I thrived on.

Bright colors, noise, and people were my jam. But it was not the jam of the man standing next to me. He hated all those things.

My ape man preferred solitude and quiet. We were two very different people. Polar opposites.

“Do you want to try some slots first?” Axel asked, placing his hand on the small of my back as we ventured further into the casino.

“Sure.”

“Find a machine that you wanna play.”

We wandered through row after row of slot machines. I was relying on my abilities to tell me which one to play. But my psychic receptors weren’t working.

“Are you planning to gamble tonight?” Axel asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Yes.” I closed my eyes briefly, taking a moment to get my senses under control so they could direct me.

When I opened my eyes, I was standing in front of a row of matching machines with an enormous screen above, depicting various sea creatures frolicking around underwater. “I want to play these.”

“Okay.” Axel sighed. “But they’re all occupied.”

“Then I’ll wait.”

“Why don’t you find another machine, and we can come back to these later?”

“Nope. I wanna play these.”

He muttered something under his breath. Apparently, Grandpa didn’t have a long enough nap after he fucked my brains out for three hours.

I waited patiently, watching the other players feed money into the machines. Sometimes, they got to play little games if they got the right combination of sea creatures on the reels.

After twenty long minutes, the elderly lady at the end got up from her chair. I took her spot, bouncing up and down like a child. But I didn’t care.

I was gonna enjoy this. That’s who I am. I embrace life and every opportunity that comes my way.

Axel handed me a twenty. My hands were shaking as I fed it into the machine. After observing closely while I waited, I picked up what to do. I pressed the “max bet” button and hit “spin.”

The reels spun. A row of sparkling dolphins appeared, followed by an explosion of sound from the machine.

“What’s happening?!” I squealed. “Did I win something?”

The guy next to laughed. “You just won the jackpot!”

“How much did I win?”

He pointed to the electronic sign above the screen.

$20,857.00.