Hostel

Lesbian Abstract Painting by Francine Paul

There were a few of them renting an Airbnb. The Indian woman with her sharp tongue and constant chatter caught my attention first.

Later that evening after dinner and telling stories by the fire pit in the backyard a storm came rolling through and I seduced her into the dark attic where I stayed for candles and shelter. I knew her constant annoying chatter was to get my attention. So, I give her my attention. I kiss her as the thunder shook our bones. Her hair tangled in my hand as I yank it back, so I can get to her vocal cords that are so used to irritating me. She moans out, barely heard in between the breaks of thunder. Clothes are quickly removed, and I touch the reflection of rain droplets from the windows on her chest.

“Lay on the floor”

She looks as if she’s going to protest so I push her more firmly on her chest. Thunder cracks loud as if it just split open a tree. I see her jump in her skin, feel the trimmer and the goosebumps under my fingers. I’m getting wetter. She lays down and I join her careful not to knock a candle over. On top of her our lips clash and moans compete with the storm. Heavy wind blows open the shutters and my windows blowing out the candles in one fierce blow. Perhaps we were winning too much.

She startles and jerks up into me, slapping our skins together. I leave marks on her neck and she leave marks on my back.

“Fuck me already”

My face is not well viewed but I grit my teeth together at being told what to do.

“Want me to fuck you? Alright.” My tone is clipped and distant. I position myself at her slick entrance then pull her ass toward me without regard forcing myself into her in one thrust. She screams and grabs at my arms. I grin. Both of my arms are position around her thighs and I lift her ass off the ground. I begin using the strength in my arms to pull her against me over and over, fast and hard as I can. The thunder continues to roll through the night, but now the storm is rapid almost excited. Or maybe trying to alarm anyone of what’s going on in the attic.

I continue my thrust and as I feel my arms burn, I dig my nails into her. She claws at the floor. “Stop, wait…fuck” her words are gurgled and chopped up by her erratic breathing. The window knocks hard into the house again. I ignore them both.

“Oh, no you don’t. Not yet.”

I let her down but don’t lose a stroke. I lean down to suck on her breast, nipping on a nipple when she tangles her fingers in my hair and I feel strands tugged out. I growl. My hands slide up her sides as I stop my tongue lashing on her breast to kiss her pretty lips.

I hear a crack.

She moves her hands from my hair and her body starts moving frantically against me. I know her climax has reached. I lean back and spread her thighs more and thrust with renewed rigor. My hands are at her neck. I feel wetness there, her tears. I laugh on the inside feeling my own release coming. My clit rattles right as a clap of thunder sound out louder than the lightening giving me a chill down my spine right to my nerves of pleasure. I feel myself near.

She is trying to talk but can’t, her words are gurgled more so than before and I grin. Finally, I shut her up completely. Oh, baby you won’t even be able to walk away. I don’t cum quick enough, so I toss the toy to the side and slide up her.

“Touch me.”

No response so I start touching myself. My slick fingers slide around unable to find the friction I need. One of her hands fall off my chest. I grab the other before it can fall too. “Squeeze hard baby,” still nothing. I squeeze her hand over my breast myself and start moving desperately against her for my release. I squeeze too hard that I accidentally mover her finger down and her nail cuts against my nipple so hard I think its bleeding. I climax loud and with an uncoordinated thrust.

I breathe through my mouth as a grin the joker couldn’t match sketches on my face. I kiss her breast then chin, before her neck. Then do I feel a sticky wetness. Lightening strikes the house and lights up the room allowing me to see there’s blood on her neck. I startle upright. I try to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness but can only see her still form. I grab a candle and re light it. I move it over her and see lots of blood coming out of her mouth and down her neck. I am shock and dumbfounded.

How did this happen? I look over her and can’t find a wound. How would there be anyway?

As I rest my hand on her cheek, I remember a crack sound. And the blood is only out her mouth. Internal bleeding. I move my hands gently down her ribs and notice one caved in. I remove my hand and look at her face. There won’t be anymore talking now.