Jack Harrington walks away in the ¼ gravity, still looking a bit like an oversized cherub with his grace. He is greeted at the door to the president’s suite by his bodyguards; he turns the lock with the key 3 times, and it opens. They float inside the room together and close the door.
Izzy and Jacob walk to one end of the parking lot and look out the large half-circle window taking up the entire wall. Izzy touches the glass, and it’s cold to the touch. She shivers. “A thin layer separates us from the void,” Izzy muses.
Jacob takes her hand and pulls her close; he runs a hand through her hair. “I will always stand between you and the void.” He kisses her in front of the glass where the universe can see. “Let’s find our room; I am worn out,” he says, feeling proud of pulling off a flawless romantic moment.
For Izzy it was not romantic; it felt forced, and worse, she was picturing it was Charles the entire time. She sighs and moves to follow Jacob.
They walk. That’s a bit of a kindness. They stumble to the other side of the parking lot, counting up room numbers as the end of the cylinder gets closer. This end of the tube doesn’t have a window; instead, it has a door with the words “engine room no entry” stenciled on it.
In front of the door is a small seating area made with fine wicker chairs and a coffee table with flowering plants scattered around. And behind a bonsai tree that’s 3 feet tall is a door leading to a room marked 13.
The door is an ill omen of its own; instead of a full-width door, it is hardly wide enough to turn sideways and enter. Izzy grabs the handle, and it pops open. She walks inside and barely turns around. There is just enough room for the twin bed and a light fixture with a chair not wide enough for a child stuck under a desk, just wide enough for three pieces of paper side by side. “So this is room 13? Not much of a room, is it?” Izzy says with a forlorn sadness on her face, missing her tile shower already.
“It’s almost as big as our first apartment.” Jacob jokes, pressing into the room behind her.
Izzy sets her bag on the bed and sits down next to it. She wiggles uncomfortably. “I need to find a bathroom”.
“I’ll be here.” Jacob says, watching her stand up as he sits down on the bed next to her.
Izzy squeaks her way out of the space. She stumbles and fumbles her way across the parking lot. Glad she only had to pee a little, mostly wanting some space to think.
Eventually she arrives back at the reception desk. “Where are the bathrooms, Marvin?” she asks, squeezing her legs together.
Marvin makes a dismissive noise at Izzy. “They are behind me.” He points to a row of doors behind him clearly labeled BATHROOM.
Izzy rushes across the floor; her small urge, now grown angry and insistent, forces her to rush across the room. The first door she pulls on is unlocked. As she opens the door, she is face-to-face with the astronaut. He touches her face. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says. She shivers from her ears to her tailbone.
“I, uh, didn’t expect you here either,” she says as her cheeks flush. She envisions making out with him in the bathroom. She imagines he tastes like cinnamon sugar; she doesn’t know why, it’s just the image in her mind.
Marvin feels like he is about to barf. “Where else would you go pee in the corner like a dog?” he says from the reception desk, too quietly for anyone to hear him.
“It’s not a very big place,” Charles says, touching and letting his hand trail down her neck, never breaking contact. She pictures being bent over in front of the big glass window, her naked breasts pressed against the glass. His warm body pressed against her from behind. He is inside her, moaning her name as he fills her full of cum—not just any cum, but his cum. She imagines how loud she would be as she orgasms. She pictures it would be loud enough to hear back in room 13.
“My room number is 6 if you’re interested,“ Charles says as he leans close, kissing her lips lightly. She can smell his toothpaste; it smells like cinnamon, just like she imagined.
“How about right now?” Izzy says too quickly. ‘Too desperate,’ she chides herself mentally.
“Now doesn’t work; try late tonight,” Charles says, blowing her a kiss as he walks away.
She watches him go, stunned, her panties soaked with desire. ‘What a tease.’ She bites her lips, feeling desperate to do two things: pee and have an orgasm. “Pee first,” she whispers before opening the door to the bathroom and sitting down.
She finishes peeing and starts to wipe up, but every touch feels like too much. She struggles to get herself clean but manages in the end. She can’t stop thinking about it.
Charles
She shakes her head and pulls up her pants and opens the door. She covers her face with a hand as she tries to stealthily head back to room 13 before Marvin notices her.
Marvin laughs internally. ‘Yeah, like I can’t see you.’
She gives up after going 20 feet and just grabs the wall hooks and pulls herself to her room. As soon as she gets inside, she pulls her pants and panties off, tossing them in the corner of the walkway.
Jacob watches her with raised eyebrows. “You find the toilet ok?”
Izzy lies on the bed looking up at the ceiling; she parts her legs. “Eat me, Jacob,” she says.
Jacob clenches his pelvic floor in response to the pheromones in the air. “Uh, yeah,” he says as he slips off the bed and kneels on the floor. He starts to lean forward when he feels Izzy’s fingers in his hair, pulling him tight to her sex.
Izzy whispers, “I just want to cum,” then moans when she feels his tongue touch her for the first time. She bites her tongue trying not to moan his name.
Charles
Jacob looks up at Izzy, the intensity almost too much for him. On one hand, he is happy to see the fire in her eyes and the passion to orgasm and to have him make her orgasm, but on the other hand, where is this passion coming from? ‘She is so wet; did she have sex?’ He thinks, ‘Oh yeah, she did this morning with what’s-his-name, the pilot.’
He focuses on her clit, making sure not to be too rough with it; she seems overly sensitive. ‘So did she have sex …again…?’ he thinks.
He slips his tongue down to her opening and tastes her, and the taste is bitter and unpleasant; he tries to pull away.
“No, please finish, Jacob. I need to cum; do this for me,” she whispers, not letting him pull away.
Jacob relents and continues the bitter taste filling his mouth. ‘She went to the bathroom this morning with the astronaut; I guess they did more than fool around…’
Jacob puts his hands under her legs and brings his shoulders closer to get more comfortable. ‘Do I just ask?’ He swallows some of the bitter mix of flavors. ‘We never talked about rules.’ He switches the direction he is swirling his tongue and is rewarded with a tug of his hair.
“Fuck, make me cum,” she pleads. “Cum in me,” she moans.
Charles
Jacob humps against the box spring of the bed, his cock hard, rubbing on the soft material of the diaper he had almost forgotten he was wearing. ‘I feel like she crossed a line?’
“Fill me,” she grunts, so lost in the memory of how the kiss tasted and the memory of his cock inside her filling her what feels like a lifetime ago. So very long ago this morning. She imagines what it’s going to be like in a few hours when she knocks on the door.
Charles
“Jacob, put 2 fingers in me.” She begs as she feels him make room for his hand and press his fingers into her. She is delighted to feel she is so wet there is no resistance. She clamps down on Jacob’s fingers and thrusts, pretending it’s her new lover….
Charles
Jacob clings on while Izzy rides his face; he circles her clit with his tongue.
Izzy pictures Charles taking her, making her his. She swallows and whispers ‘forever?’ in her mind. The thought is enough to make her clench down on Jacob’s fingers; she pictures Jacob licking her clit, watching the thick cock going into her, and showing him how to do it right. She tightens up, crushing his fingers as she is lost in the fantasy. The tension builds to a point she can’t think, then crashes down as she orgasms, her mind momentarily clear of everything but the pleasure running through her. She looks up at the ceiling.
Charles
Jacob sits on the floor, his erection painfully hard, while Izzy ignores him.
Izzy just stares at the ceiling. ‘I am going to fuck the shit out of that astronaut tonight.’
