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Authors: H. M. Cummings

A Chance of Fate

A Chance of Fate

By H.
M. Cummings

 

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This story is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are products of the authors’ imagination. Any semblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events is purely coincidence.

 

Mathew Reynolds looked down to his leather wristwatch for the fifth—no,
sixth
—time since receiving Terri’s text.

I’ll be there in fifteen
, he thought, replaying the message in his head whilst rubbing together his shaky hands. He fished out his HTC from his pants pocket and took a cursory glance of the hotel parking lot, knowing full well the object of his desire hadn’t arrived. The place was still. Dead. Only three cars, all of which were covered in a thin blanket of snow, occupied the lot. Besides, he practically knew this place like the back of his hand by now: the third street lamp flickered every once in a while, the only tire tracks visible were his, and the light next to room 139 was off and had been so since he’d pulled up nearly thirty minutes ago.

“It’s been fifteen, babe,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the radio dial. Scanning the stations, not a single one offered a damn thing which could take his mind off Terri and her
supple tits, her puffy nipples, her… her…

Matt rubbed his leg, his cock half erect. He licked his lips and squeezed shut his eyes.
God
, what could have been keeping her? His little piece of ass on the side must be toying with him, torturing Matt with the façade that she’d not show. He looked down to his watch again: seven minutes past eight.

The snow, which had been relentless in its blissful yet maddening downpour, was tapering off. Had she been delayed due to an accident? People around these parts weren’t the best
when it came to driving in inclement weather. Too reckless. Too much in a rush. Too fucking worried about their own issues and not concerned about that which lay ahead of them.

The thought drove him to bring up his phone and
click on Terri’s name. Her light brown face, cheeks pulled back into a devilish grin, her glistening brown eyes, and black hair cascading either side of her beautiful, round face appeared. Matt stewed on the thought for a moment and decided not to hit ‘DIAL.’ Wouldn’t preserve his usual nonchalant demeanor. But, he decided, tonight, this dark and stormy and clichéd night, would be different.

He activated Facebook and ran through the news feed. Don and Steve were at
Keagan’s, drinking it up with two college girls. Kyra, Matt’s sister, had just announced she and Jim were expecting their second child. A smile played on his face as he was about to send her a big “CoNgRaTz!!!,” but then the feed updated and his wife’s face came into focus. She’d just posted a new status: drinkin’ wine and missin’ my hubby
.

.

Matt exited the app and tossed his phone to the passenger seat. Shaking his head, he cursed himself for not yet coming clean about his new ‘business trips’ which just
had
to take place at night. Out of town. Out of reception.


Fuckin’ Facebook,” he muttered.

Married for seven
long
years, Mathew Reynolds began feeling suffocated. Ashley had grown far too attached, too dependent. Borderline obsessive. The fact that she’d cheated on him six months after their honeymoon didn’t help. You could say that Matt had always held a grudge, even though he’d sworn it off to her. She’d been drunk. At a bar. With her whore cousin, Beth.

Back then, Matt had been madly in love, desperate to keep her by his side, and had forgiven her
without a second thought. But then the wandering thoughts, the jealousy, the rage and anger, had mounted him like a cavalryman charging into battle. For years he’d tried to avoid it, to shrug it off. To actually
forgive
the bitch.

He shook his head whil
e biting his lip. He had just grown too far apart from her, he supposed. Even after she’d truly given up the night life and devoted herself solely to him. This time, however, it was Matt staying out and fucking someone else. And he enjoyed it. A little too much, he imagined.

Crunching snow from beside his vehicle yanked Matt from his thoughts
. His eyes widened as he saw Terri smiling and waving at him from the inside of her Subaru.

 

* * *

 

The door to room 136 slammed shut and Terri pulled Matt to her, rubbing her hands through his short, wavy hair, and forcing her thin lips against his. Matt groaned as she slid a hand down his chest and unbuckled his belt. His eyes rolled behind their lids as she jerked open the button and felt his hard, pulsating cock.

“I missed you,”
she whispered, stroking him.

Matt sucked in a tight breath and said, “What took you so long?”

Terri shoved her tongue down his throat and rolled it around. Matt cupped her breasts, massaging her already erect nipples through her leopard print blouse.

“Got stuck in traffic,” Terri breathed with a moan. Her breath was ice, peppered with the
scent and taste of her favorite gum. She exhaled deeply as Matt ventured a hand down her stomach and found his way between her warm flesh and tight dress pants. “There was an…
accident
on fifth and—”

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” said Matt, exploring the inside of her pussy with his forefinger. She was wet, and her breathing deepened as he stuck in another finger.

“I never do when I come see you,” Terri replied, stroking his dick harder, faster.

“I want you to cum
for me,” Matt told her, moving a finger to massage her clit.

“Keep doing that,” she moaned
, “and I will.”

Locking lips again, Terri backed them up to the bed and fell back. The smile that crossed he
r face as she stared at his cock made Matt’s stomach go light. The woman resembled a starved demon. And he was going to feed her. All night.

Matt ripped free his shirt, tossing it on the dresser across the room then discarded the rest of his clothes. By the time he looked back to Terri, she was already naked
, sucking on a finger as she pleasured herself.

He set a knee and both hands on the bed, feeling the blood pumping through his rock hard
dick; she jumped up and had him on his back in a flash.

“Kinky,” Matt said, reaching for her.

Instead, she pulled away and grabbed his dick. Matt audibly exhaled as she lowered her head and licked his tip. His eyes fluttered as her tongue danced around it until the encompassing warmth of her mouth found its way home. She pumped the base of his cock whilst slowly attempting to draw out the orgasm for which she yearned. But Matt smiled, knowing full well he wouldn’t cum yet.

“Oh,” he moaned, grabbing the blanket with both hands and balling his hands into fists. Seconds turned into minutes as the squelching of Terri’s mouth filled his ears.

“I love sucking you,” Terri said, stroking him.

“And I… I love eating you.”

Terri hitched a brow and smiled. She repositioned herself so that Matt’s face was in tongue’s reach of her pussy. As she continued sucking, he licked her cunt from hole to clit then rolled it around her button, carving out his name first, then hers. Her moans, combined with such an intense blowjob, made him grit his teeth. He wanted her. Here. Now!

He grabbed her
ass as she rode his face. Her smell, it enticed in a way that could only be described as royalty teasing a vagabond. She was the baker; he the hungry.

Matt pushed her off with a grunt.

“I want you,” he said.

Terri rubbed her pussy and bit her lip, her eyes glued to his.
She waded over, grabbing his cock and sticking in his tip. Teasing.

She howled a moan as Matt thrust another
inch inside. Terri pulled back. A little.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she tormented
with a wink.


Mhm.” Matt thrust once more, this time sticking every inch inside her.

Were there occupants in the adjoin
ing rooms, her scream surely grabbed their attention.

“Oh god,” she wailed, falling down
, the warmth and wetness of her pussy creating an air filled with expectant breaths.

Matt, transfixed on her nipples, reached for her breasts and squeezed as she rode him
. Two became one on a journey of pure ecstasy. Moans and groans escaped each as if communicating in a language foreign to all but them. The bed rocked and rocked, the frame tap-tap-tapping against the wall.

Terri flipped
him to the side, Matt still deep inside, until he was on top, balls smacking skin with each thrust.

Her nails dug i
nto his back; his teeth clacked on her shoulders. She yelped as he lunged in and held it there a moment. Pushing until he could push no more. Painful. Beautiful. But not enough.

“I love you,” she said, grabbing his hair and wrenching his head until their lips were against each other.

“I love you more,” he replied between kisses.

The rocking of the bed continued for another fifteen minutes before both were on their backs, sharing a smoke.
Matt’s heart was pounding against his chest, damn near threatening escape, as the tip of his dick tingled from the explosive orgasm. He eyed the stain on the sheets, the dribbling cum making its way down Terri’s tan legs.

“Holy
fuck
,” said Terri. “You were always the best, Matt. If only Kevin could work his magic like you.”

“Likewise, beautiful.
Ashley likes it slow and couldn’t suck her way to the center of a lollipop if her life depended on it.”

Terri giggled,
kissed his cheek, and made for the bathroom. Time for a wipe and a piss. She winked when she saw Matt spying her ass.

Matt, taking a drag off the cig, considered Terri for a moment.
Fifteen years ago they were madly in love, focusing more on sex than their dwindling grades. High school sweethearts they were. And high school was where it had stayed; once it came time for college, Terri had accepted a scholarship two states away. Their relationship expired like a campfire: slow and dreadful.

For years, they’d stayed in touch, but life just got in the way and writing letters or taking the time for a long-distance call was too much an inconvenience. The tragedy of youth, he’d always convince himself.

Still, the two had shared so much together. Every once in a while, Matt would catch himself thinking about her, about the sex, the adventures shared. They were a pair lovebirds; their love, however, never separated, no matter how many miles apart they found themselves.

He smiled, taking another puff. Facebook had brought them together again, had helped drive the final stake in the disaster Matt called marriage. He wondered if Terri shared in the sentiment.
A chance of fate had brought them together again, and tonight would be the night Mathew Reynolds would find out if this was just another fling or something worth exploring further.

The echo of the toilet flushing brought his glare to the bathroom door. Too many times, he recalled
, had a bathroom in a hotel in the middle of nowhere birthed his true love. He sucked his teeth before taking the final drag and killing his smoke in the tray beside him. She deserved better than this; she deserved the world.

And he was willing to give it her.
If she wanted it.

Matt’s stomach went tight as his love opened the door, jumped on the bed, and rested her chin on her hands.

“I love you,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice from cracking. His eyes met with hers and the world seemed to fizzle away as if someone yanked the drain plug. The tightness in his stomach molded into a pit; his heart raced now more than ever.

Terri smiled, and was it not the most beautiful
smile?

Matt thought so. Hell, he could feel his heart warming as each tense second passed.

Terri reached to him, gliding her fingers down his stubbly cheek, down his left arm.

“You,” she said, lowering her gaze, “mean the world to me.” She scratched at her side and reinforced her smile with a sniffle.

Matt craned his head, noticing her eyelashes batting as a tear dropped down to the bed.

“Do I,” inquired Matt.

Terri nodded and sniffled once more.

“What’s wrong?” Matt cupped the back of her head in his hand and twirled a few loose strands of her hair.

Terri shook her head and exhaled a laugh. “This,” she gesticulated to the room, to them, “is just perfect.”

Matt
mulled over the room for a moment.

“Well,” he said, “as close to perfect as perfect can be, my love.”

She looked up, breathed quickly, and shook her head again. “I love you, Matt.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed so hard it made him wince. “I love you so much.”

Matt stole a glance at the golden loop around his ring finger and the diamond around hers.

“Well, my love,” he said, kissing her cheek then moving his lips to her ear, “where do we stand?” Matt set his hand on hers, his index finger tapping on her wedding band. “I… I want to wake up every day next to you, to your beautiful face. I want to be there when you get mad, only to calm you down; to be there when your happy, only to tell you that I love you.”

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