Forbidden Heat in the Motel Room

I was a mess. The buzz from the drinks was gone, replaced by a storm of nerves. Lucas had just crossed a line, and I was torn – part of me wanted to shut it down, but another part was screaming to give in.

Someone knocked – it was my boyfriend, checking on me. I came out, blaming the drinks for my shakiness. We rejoined the group, but I was distant, avoiding Lucas’s eyes, my hands trembling.

That evening, a few friends left after dinner, leaving just Mia, Lucas, my boyfriend, and me to stay the night. I wanted to flee, to put distance between me and Lucas, especially with Mia and my boyfriend around.

By 6 p.m., we were drinking again. The guys fired up the grill, playing cards and sipping beers while Mia and I hung out nearby.

After dinner, the others left as planned, leaving just the four of us. I caught Lucas stealing glances, which made my stomach churn.

Later, after chatting on the deck, Mia said she was turning in. Lucas followed, making a joke about “seeing if he’d get lucky.”

My boyfriend and I talked a bit longer before he headed to bed. I said I’d stay out a little, needing air, but promised to join him soon.

I needed to clear my head. My thoughts were a whirlwind, and I was already plotting how to make something happen with Lucas. The fear was fading, replaced by a reckless curiosity.

I went inside as the bugs got bad and the air cooled. The house was silent. Heading to the bathroom, I tried to hear if anything was happening in Mia and Lucas’s room. No sound, but light glowed under the door.

When I came out, the light was off, and it was quiet, so I figured they were asleep. My boyfriend was passed out in our room. I lay next to him, wide awake.

Then I heard movement in the living room, like someone was slipping outside. My window faced the yard, but the blinds blocked my view. I was sure it was Lucas, confirmed by the flick of a lighter – Mia didn’t smoke. My gut told me to go. I threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed my cigarettes for an excuse, and headed out. I barely smoked, so it was a lame cover, but it was something.

Lucas smirked when he saw me. I asked for a light and sat next to him, saying nothing. He started to talk, but I hushed him, nodding toward the window. He got it, took my hand, and led me to a bench about 25 yards away, where we could whisper.

Before he could speak, I said, “Lucas, not here – nothing happens here. Back in town, we’ll meet up and figure it out.” He ignored me, grabbing my hand and placing it on his shorts. I didn’t pull away, feeling him grow hard under my fingers. I kept my hand there, knowing the darkness would hide us if anyone came out.

I started stroking him slowly, both of us silent. He was rock-hard, bigger than my boyfriend’s, and my curiosity spiked. I wanted to see it but didn’t dare. With my other hand, I tugged his waistband down, slipping inside to feel his warm, pulsing length. He shifted, making it easier. I moved my hand gently, my nerves electric, glancing around to ensure we were alone.

Then Lucas pulled his shorts lower, fully exposing himself. His hand pressed my back, guiding me down. I resisted for a second but gave in, taking him into my mouth. His skin was hot, salty, and I felt him throb as I moved, my tongue tracing him. It lasted maybe a minute before I snapped out of it, realizing how insane this was.

I sat up, and Lucas groaned, “Don’t leave me like this, Ava.” I hissed, “Are you out of your mind?” His erection stood there, bold in the open air, while I looked away, pretending nothing was happening. He grabbed my hand again, guiding it back. I stroked faster, feeling his body tense. Soon, I felt the warm rush of his release on my hand. I wiped it on my sweatshirt pocket, stood, and hurried inside. I slid into bed next to my boyfriend, my pulse hammering.

The next morning, we acted like nothing happened. It was overcast, so we left after brunch. Lucas barely glanced at me, which eased my nerves.

Back to normal life, I thought the beach house was a one-off until Lucas texted me, starting casual but quickly bringing up that night.

He didn’t beat around the bush, and I didn’t dodge.

“You said we’d meet up back in town – when’s that?”

“Lucas, it’s too risky – let’s just forget it.”

He pressed, then said, “Tomorrow night, Mia’s got a friend’s engagement party. You free?”

I was – no work, no plans. I caved. “Tomorrow, 7 p.m., meet me at the park by the pier.”

The day crawled. At work, I was distracted, replaying what might happen. I told my boyfriend I was meeting college friends to prep for a nonexistent summer class. He didn’t question it.

At the park, I stayed in my car, nerves on edge. Lucas saw me, got it, and climbed in. I was direct. “Lucas, we go to a motel, do this, and never speak of it again.” He nodded, a glint in his eye.

I drove to a motel I’d been to before, not far away. In the car, Lucas’s hand found my thigh, sliding under my dress, his fingers teasing my skin as I gripped the wheel, my breath catching.

We barely closed the motel room door before we were on each other, clothes flying off. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry, our tongues tangling as we stumbled toward the bed. I tugged his jeans down, and when his erection sprang free, it looked less impressive than it felt that night, but I didn’t care. I dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth, tasting him as he groaned, his hands in my hair.