Breath on the Wind (3 page)

“You think you’re more... proficient than Bert?” Elmo cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I think I could show Bert a thing or two.”

“You have a hard-on for a Muppet.  I’m sure you could.”

Chiz couldn’t help laughing.  “You from ‘round here?”

“Yeah.  You?”

The pull was undeniable, and from the way she was talking, and the fact she was still talking to him at all, she could be as crazy as him.  This could be interesting. 

“No.  I’m not local.”  That was all the personal information he felt like giving her tonight.

“You don’t have anywhere else you have to be?” Elmo looked a little skeptical.

“No.”  Chiz shook his head.  “You?”

“Nope.”  Elmo looked at her drink for a long moment before taking a large swallow and looking him directly in the eye.  “Okay, I’ll take you up on that offer, but I think we should set up a couple of rules on this.  No photos or videos, and I’m not taking you back to my place.”

Chiz feigned disappointment – well, kind of.  “That’s a shame I would love to take some reminders.”

“No.”  She shook her head firmly.  “I am not ending up all over your fucking Instagram or Facebook.”

“Spoilsport.”  Chiz pouted.  “They’d be for... personal use.”

“I did not come down with the last shower.  I don’t want you passing your phone ‘round to your friends either.  Develop a good memory, fast!”

Chiz considered the restrictions.  “Okay, I can live with those rules.”

Elmo downed her drink and stood.  “Come on.  I know a place.”

“That’s what they all say, doll.”  Chiz smirked.

“Then you are hanging out with some seriously suspect company.  Let’s get going.”  Elmo nodded her head towards the door of the bar.

The place she knew was the same place he knew, the motel across the road from the bar, so he paused to hit up his saddlebags first for his rucksack.  His response to Elmo’s quizzically raised eyebrow was a shrug.

Chiz appreciated the kitschy name; the No-Tell Motel.  And true to the establishment’s name, the manager didn’t ask any questions, but it wasn’t a shitty flea pit like most places that rented by the hour.  Elmo raised an eyebrow when Chiz rented the room, stating his intention to stay for a few days.  “Christmas vacation,” he said as he paid.  She shrugged, and let it go.

Once they were inside the room, Chiz dropped his bag by the side of the bed, retrieving some of the condoms that he’d packed as he did so, while Elmo investigated the contents of the mini-bar.  He shucked his jacket off, wrangled his shoulder holster off, and unclipped the knife in its sheath from his belt.  He folded the knife, gun and holster in his jacket on top of the bag.  When he stood again she’d extracted a miniature of Jack, and one of Wild Turkey, and had poured them into the two glasses that had been waiting by the empty ice bucket.  The room was dated, all wood-paneled veneer, and chintzy, like nearly every other motel that Chiz had ever stayed in, but at least this one seemed clean, and roach free.

Chiz took the glass that Elmo offered him, and took a sip without speaking.  She’d given him the Wild Turkey, the rougher of the two.  She smirked, that sardonic twist of her lips growing even more so as it became a half-smile.  She’d kept the smoother drink for herself deliberately.  Cocky bitch.

Chiz appreciated the challenge in her eyes.  She was daring him to call her out on her selfishness.  He would respond, in his way.  He threw the rest of his drink back, and reached around her, getting well into the warmth of her personal space, as he set the empty glass on top of the small, matte silver refrigerator.  She didn’t back up when he moved in close; she didn’t even flinch.

Once he’d freed his hand of the glass, Chiz didn’t straighten all the way.  Since Elmo hadn’t moved at all, he took advantage of the close proximity and brushed the side of his face against hers as he pulled back. She smelt spicy, and exotic.  Her perfume was heavy, almost too heavy, and had an underlying sweetness like that of rotting fruit.  It should have been intolerable, but it set his blood on fire. He turned the movement into a kiss.

It started off gently, a soft brush of lips. It was Elmo that pressed a little harder.  Chiz slid his hand down her arm until he reached the glass still clutched in her hand.  With a little tug, she released it.  He set the half-f glass on top of the refrigerator alongside his own empty one.

Free of potential distractions, Chiz took a hold of Elmo’s hip with one hand, and slid the other over her back so that he could pull her closer.  Bringing her flush against him only confirmed his earlier impression of her attributes.

When Elmo gasped for breath Chiz took advantage, and it turned the kiss into a frantic dance of tongues and teeth. Elmo ran her teeth over his bottom lip, before nipping gently as she pulled back.  Oh, he liked that.  If she liked to play that way, they were going to get along extremely well.

Chiz growled low in his throat.  He slid the hand that had been smoothing over her shoulders up her slender neck, and into her thick, dark hair.  He twisted his fingers into the strands, pulling firmly.  His other hand slid around to her ass, assessing her curves as it went.  She was on the slim side, but she still had plenty of meat where it mattered.  Chiz squeezed her buttock, and tried hard not to moan into her mouth.

He pulled her firmly against him.  His cock was hard and bound up in his jeans.  He wasn’t quite so crass as to simply throw her down on the bed and strip, not at this exact moment anyway, but he needed to ease the almost painful pressure.  And he wanted her to know that he was solid as rock for her.  She felt so fucking good in his arms that he found himself rhythmically thrusting his hips against hers.  She was finding her own motion, as wound up as he was.  No one would be backing out of this clinch anytime soon.

At some point during the kiss they both started to shed their clothing.  Chiz raised Elmo’s arms, curled his fingers around the hem of her top, and peeled it up and off her body, revealing a lace bra the color of chocolate.  He got to work on her jeans while she was attempting to unbutton his shirt.  He had a sudden and very urgent need to see if she was wearing matching panties.  Oh fuck, she was.  Her skin was pale, like never seen the sun pale.  The rich brown color almost glowed against it.

As pretty and astounding as it was, Chiz helped Elmo make short work of his shirt before disposing of her bra equally quickly.  He pulled her in again, wanting, needing, to feel the stiff points of her tight pink nipples against his chest. 

In the rush of discovering the potential for the night, and the high of realizing it, Chiz had forgotten about the aching bruises, and the patchwork of purples, blues, and greens that was blooming across his torso.  Elmo’s sharp intake of breath and wide eyes reminded him forcibly of his reasons for being so far from home.  He didn’t want to think about those reasons.  He’d come all this way to forget.

He needed to distract her, so he slid his hand from her hair so that he could massage her breast, pulling sharply on her nipple.  He kept his other hand on her ass, not wanting any space between them.  His mouth didn’t leave hers, they gasped for air while tongues tangled and teeth nipped.

The kiss undulated as they scrambled out of their jeans and footwear.  As usual Chiz wasn’t wearing anything other than his denim.  By an act of God he remembered to fumble a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, before they went sailing across the room. 

He maneuvered Elmo onto the bed and rose over her, kneeling between her spread thighs.  They still hadn’t spoken a word since they’d entered the room.  There were other, more effective, ways to communicate.  He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and rolled the latex onto his cock, which was about ready to jump free of his body with the need to be buried in a willing pussy.

Chiz caught Elmo’s wrists and held them down, over her head.  She fought slightly, not to get away, just testing his grip, before relaxing back as he caught her eyes.  He watched the expressions fly across her face as he rubbed his cock over her mound, still covered by the lace of her panties. 

Chiz rubbed his calloused palm roughly over her breast, causing Elmo to squirm beneath him.  He smoothed his palm down her body, down into the lace of her underwear.  The feeling of his movement being slightly restricted tantalized him.  She was shaved, completely bare.  He was intrigued and beyond excited by the smooth skin he found.  He fondled her, finding her wet and ready.  He thrust two fingers into her, rubbing his thumb over her clit, making her writhe and strain against the hand pinning her wrists.

That was enough fucking foreplay, as far as he was concerned.  She was lit up like a Christmas tree, as impatient for this as he was.  He curled his fingers into the waistband of her elegant panties and pulled them down her legs.  Elmo raised her knees to her chest so that he could slip the satin and lace over her feet.  As he tossed her underwear to the side of the bed, she opened her legs wide again in invitation.  The sight of her, naked with her pussy bare, glistening and waiting, demanded every ounce of his attention.

He positioned himself at her entrance, and in one thrust he was buried in her to the hilt.  Now that was fucking Christmas.  Tight and hot and wet and all the good things in the world clenching around his dick.  He caught her eyes and watched the shock flash across her features.  This wasn’t her first rodeo.  Chiz might well have had a heart attack through shock if she’d turned out be a virgin, but she was about the furthest thing from a world weary whore.  Chiz pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her, this time catching her gasp with a hard kiss.  If she’d been expecting gentle and tender tonight, she’d gotten the wrong guy. 

It was Chiz’s turn to moan when she started meeting his brutal thrusts, arching off the bed, opening her thighs wider, bringing her knees higher to allow him a better angle, more complete access to her body.  He pulled out, and laughed when Elmo swore a blue streak at him, until he guided her to turn over onto her hands and knees.  Chiz pushed back into her wet pussy in one long, hard thrust.  He tangled his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back as he gripped her hips and pumped into her.  Elmo pushed back against him, still meeting him thrust for thrust. 

Chiz knew he wasn’t a small man and that there was a chance he might be hurting her, although from the grunts and moans she was making it sure didn’t sound like she was complaining.  Either way, right at that moment, he didn’t care.  Elmo began to keen, almost a constant low moan.  He could feel her start to come, could feel her pussy tightening around him as she pushed back even harder against his brutal thrusts.  Chiz clasped her hips in both hands, slamming into her with a yell as he came so hard it almost hurt.

They collapsed flat on the bed in a sweat-slicked tangle of limbs.  Chiz knew he was crushing her, but he didn’t think he could move if he tried.  After a couple of long, dizzy moments he rolled to one side, leaving Elmo clear to roll onto her back. She threw her arms over her head and stretched out, looking for all the world like a cat basking in a patch of sunshine.  For several minutes they didn’t talk as they regained the use of their senses and bodies. 

After a while Chiz gathered himself enough find his cigarettes.  Elmo watched him search his clothing, light one, and take the first satisfying lungful of smoke.  He lay back down on the bed, his back propped against the headboard.  He kept hold of his cigarette, but he let his other hand trail absently over her body, stroking her soft skin.  She didn’t seem in any great hurry to move, but she wasn’t snuggling in for a nap.

Chiz was debating whether starting round two might be taken as an invitation to stay the night, and questioning whether that would be such a bad thing, when Elmo rolled over, leant up on one elbow and gave Chiz a quick kiss, a brief peck on the lips.  “I need to get gone.”

“I wouldn’t say no to another round, but if you wanna go, I ain’t gonna stop you.”

“I would, but I got shit to do and places to be, baby.”

She rolled off the bed, and he took his turn to watch her as she located her clothing and re-dressed.  Seeing that luxurious lingerie against her skin had his cock hardening again.  Elmo smirked when she saw it, but didn’t do anything about it for him.  Once she was fully dressed, she leaned over him and gave him another peck, this one on the cheek.  “Thanks for the fuck.”