A/N: So I had originally planned for this to be a longer chapter, but I decided to split it into two small ones for effect. You'll see what I mean. I hope to have the aftermath of this chapter up on Friday.

Part 8: Then Suddenly…

I started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We drove in silence, other than the occasional direction from Jon. I kept my eyes on the road, but I could feel him staring at me the entire ride. I didn't need to look at him to know what his eyes looked like right then. The hairs on my arms stood up, sensing the tension in the air between us. I so wanted to glance over at him and let that devilish look wash over me, but I knew that if I made eye contact with him right now, we'd never reach the hotel. I was determined to get to the hotel before I gave into him and my baser desires.

I focused my eyes as hard as I could on the road. I normally do not support drunk driving. How could I? It's a horrible, dangerous thing and I work at a bar, so it's my responsibility to make sure every patron has a safe ride home. But tonight, I don't know. I don't think getting a cab or riding with Seth and Roman would've been a good idea because knowing how I get around Jon, we'd end up fucking in the back seat. As hot as that sounded, it wasn't very polite and I think the guys still considered me a slut, even though I was apparently a refreshingly different kind of slut to them. Riding their friend's cock behind them while they're driving probably wouldn't help me with getting them to see me as more than one of Jon's skankatrons.

It's a short drive, I kept telling myself. If I go slow and careful, we should be fine. But if I allowed myself to get distracted by Jon and his super powers of sexiness, I just know I'd end up crashing into a lamppost.

Finally after what felt like an hour and not a five minute ride, he told me to pull into the large parking lot for the hotel. I shut the car off and sat there silently for a moment. I wasn't quite sure what to say with him looking at me like that.

"So…do you want to wait until Seth and Roman show up with the rental so you can get your stuff?" I asked.

"Nope. I don't want to wait any longer. Besides, I have everything I'd need in my wallet."

"Okay then. Well, let's go."

"Are you okay? You sound nervous for some reason," he asked.

"Not nervous, exactly. Just trying to contain my lust inside until we get to your room. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be." He laughed and placed his hand on my knee, rubbing it gently. "Don't," I said. "Even a small thing like that will cause me to explode. Let's just hurry up and get inside!"

We climbed out of the car and headed around to the front of the building. He came up next to me and made the fatal error of slipping his arm around my hip.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up onto the grass on the side of the hotel and pushed him against the wall. My shaking hands fumbled with his belt, unable to get the buckle undone. I let out an annoyed grunt and he took over for me. I dropped down onto my knees as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. I wrapped my fingers around the top of the jeans and his boxers and pulled them down so they sat right below his ass, his hard cock popping out to say hello. I let out a low growl and grabbed the base of it with my hand. I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and quickly sucked him in so that I could feel every inch filling my mouth. I slid my mouth up and down his length, letting my tongue taste him and explore. God, he tasted so good. I couldn't help myself and I moaned around his dick.

"Well aren't you a little cock slut?" he asked coyly, stroking my hair lightly before trying to grab the back of my head. I slapped his hand away before he could get a proper grip. "What was that for?"

I pulled my mouth off of him and wiped my lips. I quickly glanced up at him. "Shut up."

I ran my tongue along the thick vein underneath his shaft as he looked down at me incredulously. "Did you seriously just tell me to shut up, bitch?"

I made circles with my tongue around his tip. "Yes, yes I did. No one can see us in the shadows over here, but just in case someone comes by, I don't want them to hear us," I said quietly. "So shut the fuck up, asshole, and just enjoy my work." I could feel his thighs tense up after I said that last sentence, like he wasn't too happy that I told him off. However, after I took his cock back into my mouth and began to suck again, I felt him relax.

He certainly took my suggestion of enjoying it because he awkwardly dug his hand into one of his back pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulled one out and lit it, inhaling deeply on the first drag and letting out a long trail of smoke on the exhale. He was careful to not let any of the ashes fall down into my hair. He leaned deeper into the wall, pressing his shoulder blades into the concrete and letting his pelvis jut out. I took the opportunity to sink my nails into his firm ass that was now exposed.

I kneaded my fingers into the tight muscle as I moved my mouth up and down his delicious cock, increasing my speed. I heard him softly moan as he exhaled some smoke. He felt so relaxed and at ease now. I just hope that he wasn't so relaxed that he'd fall asleep when he got upstairs and I'd have no choice but to turn around and go home. I used my hands to pull his hips into my face while I thrust my head forward. I could feel the tip of his dick rub against the back of my throat, but for some reason, I wasn't gagging this time. Perhaps it was the combination of being drunk and in control of the blowjob.

"Oh fuck, Lana, your mouth feels so fucking good," he quietly moaned. I let him off the hook for speaking because hearing him whisper those words made me so wet, I must've been soaking through my jeans by now. When his hips began to thrust, I pulled my mouth off and wrapped a fist around his cock, jerking him a few times before I tucked him back into his jeans, carefully zipped him up and stood up to face him. When he opened up his mouth to protest, I put a finger to his lips and breathed, "We need to get upstairs right now."

Taking the urgency in my voice to heart, he dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. Suddenly, he picked me up over his shoulder and walked quickly to the hotel's entrance. We walked into the lobby and Jon did the what up? head nod to the overnight desk clerk. My lips were still a little red and raw from the blowjob outside, which was probably obvious to the clerk. I mouthed I'm sorry in his direction in an attempt to apologize for the ridiculous way we were barging in so late at night.

He stopped as we waited for the elevator, but wouldn't put me down. "I can walk, you know!" I said as I laughed, kicking my legs back and forth to try to wriggle out of his grasp. It just made him hold me tighter.

The elevator finally opened in front of us and he stepped in, placing me down on the floor. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pushed me against the side of the lift with his body and he quickly opened my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. He lifted one of my legs out of the jeans and hooked it above his arm so that I was vulnerable and open. He lowered his mouth down into my neck, and pushed two long fingers up into my soaking pussy. Since there was little time before we reached his floor, he thrust his fingers quickly and the feeling was so much, so fast that I had to bear hug him just to stay stable. I couldn't stop the moans from coming out of my throat.

His mouth and hand felt so good that I didn't notice when the elevator stopped for a moment and the door opened. A stunned businessman stood there with a look on his face that seemed to be a blend of horror, confusion, and arousal. I opened my eyes and stared at him for a second before the door closed once again and my eyes shut with it.

When we finally reached his actual floor, he pulled his fingers out of me, showed me how slick his fingers were, and wiped them on my face. I didn't care. I was just going to have to remember to smear his own jizz on his face sometime to make us even. I reached down to pull my jeans back on, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me.

"No no no, leave them," he cooed. I didn't have a chance to retort because he picked me up over his shoulder again, my jeans dangling from one leg and my ass and bare pussy exposed for anyone who might open their door to see what the commotion was all about to see. I moaned softly at the exhibitionist nature of it, although it was so late that I doubt anyone other than that poor businessman would end up seeing my goods that night.

We reached his door and he slipped his key card in and pushed the door open. He smacked my bare ass hard and his hand on my flesh made a loud crisp sound that echoed through the hallway. Thankfully, before anyone could possibly open up their doors, we were inside his room and the door was shut.

He threw me onto the bed and began to work on taking his clothes off. I kicked my leg several times, finally being able to get the jeans off completely. I began to remove my tank when he spoke up.

"No, leave that on, but take your bra off." He threw his shirt to the ground, leaving him now completely naked. He grabbed a condom out of his wallet and quickly slipped it on his cock like a pro before practically jumping on top of me. He pinned my hands above my head and growled at me. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you scream my name and wake up everyone on this floor."

"God, I hope so," I moaned as he grabbed my legs under the knees, angling my hips, and rammed his throbbing cock inside of me. We both knew how close we already were, so I didn't mind that he went straight to the fast, aggressive fucking instead of leading into it with some slow, deep thrusts. I felt my muscles clench down around his dick as he moved, that wonderful fire building under my skin. I scratched at the bed sheets, trying to find something to hold on to so that I didn't go flying off the bed. I gave up and grabbed onto his strong back, feeling his muscles shifting underneath his flesh.

He buried his face in my breasts, grabbing a nipple between his teeth and suckling on it before tugging at it roughly. Right now I was really craving the rough treatment. "Grab my throat…please," I whimpered.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "You want it rough, huh?" I nodded as he wrapped his large, strong hand around my neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to hurt a little and make it harder to breathe. I slipped a hand down between our bodies and began to rub slow circles around my clit. The tingling between my legs continued to grow and build, spreading throughout my body.

The combination of Jon's fast thrusts and my fingers finally brought my body to the point of no return. My pussy trembled around his cock and my body thrashed underneath his. His name loudly escaped from my throat.

"Fuck, Jon! I love you! I love you!"

To be continued...