Idle Desires

The neon sign outside flickered—**IDL**—casting a sultry red glow across the motel room’s cheap carpet. Vanessa didn’t care. She wasn’t here for the ambiance. The man behind her—no name exchanged, just heat—pressed his palm between her shoulder blades, pushing her face-first into the mattress. His knee forced her legs apart, the denim of his jeans rough against her bare thighs. “You’re wet already,” he growled, fingers sliding under the lace of her thong. He didn’t ask. Just tore the fabric aside and dragged two fingers through her folds, slick and eager. She arched into his touch, biting back a moan. His other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. “Louder.” Vanessa obeyed, gasping as he shoved his fingers deep, curling them just right. His thumb found her clit, circling hard. She could feel him smirking against her neck, his cock straining against his zipper. “Gonna fuck you raw,” he muttered. “Unless you want me to stop.” She didn’t.

His fingers withdrew, leaving her clenching around nothing. The rasp of his zipper was loud in the quiet room, followed by the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock—already thick, already glistening at the tip. Vanessa twisted against the mattress, trying to look back, but his grip in her hair held her in place. "Stay." The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, teasing, not giving her what she wanted yet. He dragged it through her slickness, slow, torturous, before pushing just the tip inside. She whimpered, hips bucking, but he held her down with his free hand splayed across her lower back. "Tell me." "Fuck me," she gasped. "Now." He laughed, low and dark, then drove into her in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned—just enough to make her cry out—before the pleasure swallowed the sting whole. His hips snapped forward again, setting a punishing rhythm. Every drag of his cock hit that spot inside her, sending sparks up her spine. The slap of skin echoed off the thin motel walls. "Fuck, you take it so good," he groaned, fingers digging into her hip. "Gonna make you come on my cock before I fill you up." Vanessa could only nod, nails clawing at the sheets as he fucked her deeper, harder—like he owned her. And right now, she didn’t mind if he did.