Hotel Key
Chapter 9
RickyJo helped out in the auto shop for the rest of the week. She waited patiently, assuming Daryl was going to take her away somewhere that weekend. But he came up with an assortment of lame excuses as to why he couldn't. Since he was the one that wanted to go away together, she found his behavior a little strange. But she shrugged it off and they made plans for the following weekend instead. With the shop staffed and running in a slightly more organized manner, RickyJo had time to head into the university and sort out her own employment issues. She was grateful that the head of the science department seemed more relieved to have her back than irritated at her for disappearing. Her position in the lab had been held for her. And she agreed to teach two classes in the fall semester. Her normal grad class in Agricultural Biology. And a beginning level Intro to Biology class. She was a little nervous about teaching the Intro class. Partly because she never taught that particular class before. And also because it was a lecture hall style class with potentially over two hundred students in it. That seemed like a large group to speak in front of on a weekly basis. She was going to have to brush up on her lecture skills. But her nervousness was also twinged with excitement. There would be young women in the intro class that hadn't chosen their major yet. If RickyJo could pique their interest, she might be able to sway some of them towards majors in science.
"Ready to go?," Daryl asked, poking his head into her room. RickyJo nodded, stuffing her small bag of toiletries down into her overnight bag and pulling the zipper shut. They headed down through the building together, tossing their bags in the backseat of her jeep before climbing inside. She let Daryl drive. It was the compromise they made when he agreed to ride out to her grandmother's place in her jeep instead of on his bike. She sweetened the deal by promising him that they could trailer up a few of her Poppa's vintage bikes and bring them into the city on their way back. There were a couple junkers that her Poppa bought at an auction years and years ago. They were in pretty rough shape. Daryl wanted to take them into his shop and tinker with them. He was planning to take them apart, salvage the better parts of them and put it all together in one new bike. Or something like that. When Daryl started up with his bike talk, most of it went over her head. And RickyJo was stoned and cooking dinner at the time, so she was only half listening anyway. Daryl could have the bikes. All the bikes he wanted. And he could shine them up like a new penny or chuck them in a dumpster. It was all the same to her. She liked riding. But that was the extent of her interest in motorcycles.
They drove out of the city with the top off the jeep. The radio was blasting classic rock and the wind was whipping past them. Daryl smiled a little when he glanced over at the passenger seat and saw RickyJo with her hand out, feeling the wind. She had her hair tied back so that it wouldn't become one giant mess of tangles while they drove. But the little tendrils that escaped her long braid were loose and wild around her face. When they got close, Daryl stopped at a small grocery store and picked up enough groceries to last them the weekend. It felt good in a funny sort of way, doing something so mundane together. They'd been to the store together before. But this time it felt different. RickyJo hooked her arm through his while they shopped.
"Want to stop at the main house first and say hi to yer Nana?," Daryl asked. RickyJo shook her head. She didn't tell anyone they were coming. Because if they knew, they'd all be dropping by the cabin to visit. And she didn't want them coming out there. She wanted to be alone. With Daryl.
Daryl turned off the main drive, taking them around the outside of the main property and heading deeper into the woods. He parked outside the cabin, turning the engine off. He grabbed for the door handle but before he could exit the car, RIckyJo caught him by the arm and pulled him towards her. She pressed her lips to his, smiling into the kiss when he relaxed his mouth and started to kiss her back. They stayed in the car for a few minutes, making out like teenagers at the end of a date. When she finally came up for air, Daryl suggested to RickyJo that they ought to get the food into the fridge before her ice cream melted. RickyJo nodded her agreement, grabbing her overnight bag and a sack of groceries before she headed into the cabin. She left Daryl to bring in the rest, saying she was going upstairs to open the windows and put some clean sheets on the bed. He just finished putting the things away in the fridge and freezer when she called down to him from upstairs.
"Can you come up 'ere?," RickyJo called down from inside the bedroom. "I need some help."
"I'm comin'," he called back, wondering what help RickyJo could possibly need. She was just going up to put clean blankets on the bed, he thought as he climbed the stairs. Daryl stopped in the doorway of the cabin's one small bedroom. His eyes widened and for a moment he was sure he had died on the walk upstairs and gone to heaven.
The bed was already made. The windows were open to let the breeze in. And RickyJo was standing next to the bed in a lot less clothing than she had when she headed up the stairs a few minutes before. She was wearing a wispy little pair of white lace panties. And over that she had on a sheer white nightgown. It only fell to her hips. And it was completely sheer, even in the places where a nightie would generally offer some coverage. He could see the little nautical stars she had tattooed on the inner curves of her hips. And the floral designs that snaked up from the lizard tattoo on her thigh. It stopped where her hip curved into her slender waist. Her nipples were already hard beneath the thin lace that was covering them. She had a watercolor rose tattoo between her breasts that was small and positioned low enough that it only showed if she was naked or wearing a revealing swimsuit. He could see that too. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders in long golden waves. The front pieces were a lighter shade of blonde than the rest, bleached from the summer sun. It wasn't until she bit her lip to stifle a giggle that Daryl realized he had been standing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open for god only knew how long.
He kicked his boots off first, shedding his shirt and unbuckling his belt as he crossed the space between them and reached for her. Daryl wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down onto the bed with him. It crossed his mind briefly that this wasn't going the way he planned in his mind. He pictured a more romantic setting for their first time do-over. RickyJo wouldn't let him take her to a fancy hotel. But he still thought maybe they could sit in front of the little fireplace with some candles and soft music. He would tell her how much he loved her and how he wanted them to be together forever. Then they would fuck. Daryl already screwed up once and this time he wanted things to be perfect for her. He wanted to treat RickyJo like she was the love of his life. Because that's what she was. But the moment Daryl had his mouth on hers, all his best made plans were quickly forgotten.
They kissed and kissed. And kissed. Their tongues danced together and they sucked and nibbled on each other's lips. Daryl could feel her hands gently stroking over his body. She touched him everywhere, not just on the spots women usually grabbed at. He was surprised how good it felt to have her run her hands over his arms and shoulders. He held off as long as he could, trying to give her time to explore him. But soon he was feeling her breasts, teasing her nipples through the sheer fabric of her lingerie. He kissed down the center of her neck, burying his face in the soft cushion of her cleavage before he pushed the white lace out of his way and took the hard bud of her nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, tugging gently on her other nipple with his fingers. Her hands were tangled up in his hair. And she was moaning softly, her hips rocking against him. Her back arched and her body went rigid. For a moment, he was scared that he did something wrong. But then he realized she was orgasming.
When her body came back under her control, RickyJo rose up off the bed. She slipped her panties off first. Then she reached for the zipper on Daryl's pants, lowering it and tugging his pants and boxers down and off. His dick sprung free, pointing towards the ceiling. Though she had seen it before, she was still a little shocked by the size of it. It seemed like it was too big to fit inside her. But this time she wasn't nervous. He was inside her once before. And it didn't hurt. It felt amazing. Like their bodies were made to fit together. Daryl was sitting up. And she sunk down on his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. She tipped her head down, capturing his mouth with hers. Her hips were rocking against him as she ground her hot center back and forth across the shaft of his dick. Daryl put his hands on her hips, gently guiding her so that the head of his dick was lined up with her slit. Then he waited, letting her buck her hips and take him inside her. She could feel her insides stretching to accommodate him. But she kept going, sinking down slowly until she was impaled on his hard length and he was fully buried inside her.
"Y'alright?," he whispered, his hands still resting on her hips. "Does it feel good?" RickyJo nodded, her eyes meeting his. Leaning in, she kissed him deeply. Then she pulled back and looked at him again. Making eye contact while he was buried inside her was a different kind of intense. She felt the words bubbling up, helpless to stop them from spilling over.
"I love you so much," RickyJo gushed, rocking her hips forward and making him groan in pleasure.
"Love you too," Daryl told her, his voice low and throaty.
After that, they both started moving. It took a moment for them to find a rhythm. Daryl gripped RickyJo's hips again, more firmly this time. And he guided her movements so they were in tandem with his. When he thrust into her, she was rocking her hips forward to meet him. This made her clit slam against him. And after a few more thrusts, he no longer needed to show her how to move. She rode him as he fucked her. And soon her body was covered with a thin layer of preparation. She was digging her fingers into his arms. And when she came, she came screaming his name. The rush of warmth and fluid inside her put him over the edge. And Daryl came with her, coating her insides with what felt like ten full years of pent up sexual tension finally releasing.
RickyJo flopped down onto the bed. Daryl rolled his body close to hers, pulling her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest as they both waited for their breathing to return to normal.
"Happy?," he asked. She hummed and snuggled closer to him, which Daryl took to mean yes.
"That was fuckin' amazing," RickyJo told him, her hand rubbing down over his chest and stomach. "How long does it take until you can do it again?" She felt Daryl's chest moving under her as he tried unsuccessfully to hold in his laughter.
"I dunno," he chuckled, "...an hour or so I guess." Daryl never really timed himself to see. And really, he was never with a girl that he wanted to have sex more than once in a day with. Or even more than once in his life. He was usually out the damn door before his dick was even dry.
"Did you like it?," she asked, lifting her head so she could see his face when he answered. Daryl was about to laugh again. But he could see that RickyJo was quite serious about her question. And he remembered that she was worried she might do something wrong when they were in bed together.
"I liked it," he assured her, hugging her tightly against him. "Yer perfect. And I like this thing ya got on…" Daryl rubbed his hand over the soft lacy fabric of her negligee. "It's sexy as shit."
RickyJo giggled. She adjusted her body, moving up so she could press her lips to his.
"I ya like this, just wait until I put the red one on."