My Angel is the Centerfold
Chapter 14
River flipped her sun visor down, checking her reflection one more time in the mirror. She wiped away a tiny smear of mascara from under her right eye and popped a mint into her mouth before she climbed out of her car. Even in the shaded parking garage, the air was hot. She fanned her face as she moved, grateful that it was only a short walk before she entered the air conditioned hotel lobby.
The hotel wasn't overly posh. But it was a far cry from the crackhead infested hovel her ex-husband was currently residing in. There was a water fountain inside the lobby. And a few children were gathered near the edge of the water, taking turns trying to land pennies in the smallest tier of the stacked decorative bubbler. River stopped, sliding her hand into her purse and coming out with a handful of lint, pocket change, and a few other choice items. She shoved the condoms and her extra hair tie back into the bag before plucking a nickel from the handful of change and balancing it in her hand as she approached. The children glanced up at her curiously, laughing when she landed the coin into the top tier with a flick of her cherry red painted thumbnail. River offered the rest of her change to the child closest to her with a friendly smile.
"Did you make a wish?," the little girl asked, closing her hand around the handful of coins.
"I did," River told her. "...and I think it's about to come true."
She winked at the girl. But when River looked up, she noticed a man approaching her with a friendly smile. River assumed he was the parent of at least one of the children near the fountain. He was probably planning to seize the opportunity and strike up a conversation with her. But River had no desire to be drawn into conversation with a balding man who's gut was hanging over his tightly belted jean shorts. Especially not when she had much better things waiting for her on the fourth floor of the hotel.
River flashed one more smile at the children before she turned on her heel and hurried off across the hotel lobby, leaving the man staring after her. She strode confidently in her high heels despite her brisk pace. Her hips twitched and her long dark hair swung against the movements of her body. Her dress was short and tight. Once she hit the up button on the elevator, River wriggled her hips and tugged the hemline of her dress down a little, ignoring the judgemental stare from the elderly woman that was also waiting for the elevator doors to ding open.
Thankfully, she only had to share the elevator with the woman for one floor. The double doors slid shut behind the judgmental old broad, leaving River alone with her thoughts. She leaned her head back against the wall, fanning her face. Her stomach was fluttering with nervous energy. And she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. River threatened Merle countless times over the years, telling him she could replace him any time she wanted. But this was the first time she actually planned to follow through and act on those angry words. She loved Merle. Still. Despite everything he did to her. But she'd finally hit a wall. River felt like she had wasted what should have been the best years of her life raising Merle's children and believing his lies. And she was tired of waiting for him to grow up. She was moving on because she had to move on. Or at least that's what River told herself as the elevator doors opened on the fourth floor of the Hilton Atlanta.
Before she chose to head right or left down the carpeted hallway, River pulled out her phone and double checked the room number Negan sent her. He was in room 426, which was to her right and around a sharp corner. She passed by a small alcove that held an ice machine and a half empty vending machine. A pale woman in a faded green wig was lingering there, debating on what to choose from the machine's limited selection. River didn't pay her much attention as she continued on her way. When she reached the door that had the correct numbers on it, she took a deep breath before she lifted her hand and softly rapped her knuckles against the surface.
"Goddamn baby," Negan drawled. He started at the tips of her high heel shoes, letting his hazel eyes move slowly up her body until they met hers. "You look hot as fuck," he announced, emphasizing the last word dramatically enough to ease the tension and make River laugh. She felt overdressed compared to him, as he was clad only in a pair of blue jeans that hung low on his hips. His feet were bare against the rough hotel carpet. And he wasn't wearing a shirt. Her eyes were drawn to the little trail of dark hair that started under his navel and led down beneath the waistline of his pants.
When Negan reached for her, River leaned into his embrace with no hesitation. She expected him to crash his mouth down on hers. But instead, he barely made any contact at all. And the soft gentle brush of his lips against hers lit her insides on fire. She chased his teasing kiss, nipping at his bottom lip before she pressed in for something more substantial. He obliged her, pulling her body tightly against his and deepening the kiss before he lifted her off her feet and walked River backwards into his hotel room. The door clicked shut. And he removed one hand from her body just long enough to swing the safety latch shut, making sure that they wouldn't have any unexpected visitors.
Once the door was shut Negan ambushed her mouth with his tongue, stealing the air from her lungs and leaving her breathless. River's purse strap slid from her shoulder. And the bag landed on the floor near her feet, the contents inside long forgotten. She had every intention of protecting herself during the act she planned to commit. But her plan to behave responsibly fled her mind the moment Negan got his hands on her. He was kissing her like the taste of her skin was making him ravenous. It was completely overwhelming in the best possible way. His hands found the zipper on her dress and pulled it down until he could slide the garment down and off her hips. Her bra went next, freeing her breasts.
River's nipples puckered at the sudden rush of cool air. She pressed her breasts against his chest, looking to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Negan was taller than Merle. And the height difference was something new and exciting for her. River let her hands roam over his body, getting familiar with the way it felt and admiring his physique. She moaned when he dipped his head down, flicking his tongue across one of her hardened nipples before he sucked the tight bud between his lips. He cupped her other breast in his hand, rolling that nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The aching tension was already building up between her legs. The moment River felt Negan's other hand slide down over the curve of her ass, she arched her back to give him better access to her core.
The only scrap of clothing River had on besides her high heel shoes was a tiny red lace thong that didn't leave much to the imagination. It wasn't hard for him to slide the tiny strip of fabric out of his way. Like his kiss, the touch of his fingers started out light and teasing. He traced them up and down the length of her sex, chuckling when she began to whine and rock her hips towards his touch.
"You've got to be a good girl first," he teased. "Then you'll get what you want."
River wasn't sure what to make of that comment. But she whimpered when he took his hand away completely, tracing it up the line of her spine to the nape of her neck. His fingers twined, tightening into her curtain of dark hair. Gripping her like that, he had complete control over her. When he suddenly began to force her down onto her knees, her choices were either to allow this or have her hair ripped from her scalp.
The fancy lobby of the hotel didn't make the cheap carpet any less rough against her knees. But River stayed on them, staring up at Negan as he unzipped his pants. He pushed his boxers down along with the denim, letting his impressive erection spring free. It pointed up, long and thick, towards his abdomen. The swollen head of it was a shade darker than the shaft.
"I didn't take it out for air, sweetheart," Negan teased, reaching for her hair again so he could pull her mouth forward towards his dick. River balked slightly. She was aroused. And certainly willing to have sex with him. But she wasn't used to being forced down onto her knees and having oral sex essentially demanded of her. This was more the type of behavior she'd expect from a sleazy dance club owner rather than a lover. But when Negan grabbed his dick and began to press the tip of it against her lips, she parted them without a struggle, allowing him to penetrate her mouth. River lifted her hand, wrapping it around the base of his erection. This served two purposes. It made him feel like she was into what was happening, even though she wasn't sure if she was. And it kept him from gagging her by jamming his dick straight down her throat.
"Good girl," he groaned, pushing further into her warm mouth. River whined and moaned around his dick, breathing hard and fast through her nose as he rocked his hips back and forth. When Negan withdrew and pulled her up onto her feet, her eyes were watering and her makeup was smeared. Her hair was a mess being grabbed and pulled. And her legs quivered as she walked towards the bed in her heels. Negan kicked his undershorts and jeans the rest of the way off before he lowered himself down onto the edge of the mattress. He turned his body at a slight angle before he pulled River forward. Like when he suddenly forced her down onto her knees, River wasn't expecting it when he caught her around the waist and pushed her down across his lap.
She was bent forward, lying facedown on the bed with her ass in the air. And then she felt him clamp her legs between his thighs, rendering her immobile. She cried out in shock when the flat of his hand came down against her rounded ass, filling the room with a loud resounding smack. River gasped, wiggling her hips in an attempt to escape. It wasn't until his hand came down the second time that she felt the intense surge of heat flood her insides. She felt her cheeks turning as red as her ass under his hand. Because not only was she being smacked without her consent, her body was responding to the attack with waves of heated pleasure. And suddenly she found herself wriggling her hips again. But this time it was in an attempt to create some friction against her throbbing clit.
River took one more hard crack against her backside before she felt her skimpy red panties being roughly jerked down. Negan's fingers slipped between her cheeks. And she heard him groan when he found her so wet that even the insides of her thighs were soaked. This was not the gentle teasing touch he gave her earlier. He rubbed his fingers back and forth between her pussy lips until they, and every bit of her, was slicked with her arousal. And then he penetrated her in both her ass and pussy at the same time. Two of his thick fingers moved in and out of her eager sex while the thumb of his other hand wriggled back and forth inside the tight furl of her ass. She clenched against the intrusion, making what he was doing with his fingers feel all the more intense. River's hands curled into the bedspread as the aching tension built between her legs. And when she came, she came so hard she saw spots. Her cries were only partially muffled by the way her face was pressing into the bed.
The aftershocks of her orgasm were still ripping through her when Negan flipped her onto her back. Her panties were quickly pulled the rest of the way down her legs and whisked away. And once they were gone, he moved between her parted thighs and hooked his elbows under her knees. River felt her thighs being spread wide apart, baring her pussy for him to see. She was shiny and slick with arousal, the tight rosebud of her ass still puckering her flexing with the last waves of her orgasm. He lined the head of his dick up, poised at the entrance of her pussy as he feasted his hungry eyes on her tight curves.
She was more than wet enough to be ready. But he was large enough that when he penetrated her completely in one hard thrust, it still hurt. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her cry only seemed to encourage his rough movements. His hips snapped as he fucked her, their bodies slapping together hard enough to make her breasts bounce with the force. And with the way he was holding her thighs immobile and spread wide apart, there was nothing she could do to escape his assault. He pounded into her, hammering her still sensitive insides at a pace so relentless it was making her eyes roll back in her head. Unlike her first orgasm, River didn't feel the second one coming. Suddenly she was just screaming, her back arching as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. River assumed he was about to come at any moment. But it seemed that rearranging her guts wasn't enough for him. Because she very quickly found herself face down on the bed again. Negan shoved his thumb back into her ass. And then he started fucking her from behind.
At this point, she was well beyond trying to hold back her cries. And when she came again, this time it was with a flurry of foul words as a puddle formed on the bedspread beneath her battered pussy. And this time, she didn't come alone. Negan's hips snapped against her ass. And he quickly jerked back, letting his release splash across her lower back instead of coating her insides.
River was only half conscious when Negan pulled the covers back and tucked her into bed. She felt his lips on her forehead. And then he was gone. In her current state, she assumed he'd just gone to the bathroom. But when she shook herself awake about an hour later, she found she was alone in the hotel room. Negan was gone. But he left a piece of hotel stationary on the bedside table. You sleep like an angel. Same time next week? River smiled at the note in her hand, feeling a flutter of heat between her legs and in the center of her chest when she thought about the man that wrote it. And then she got up and headed for the bathroom. She needed to clean herself up before she went home to her daughters.