Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 55: Starlight Inn 2 [+R18]

They walked toward the entrance, the neon sign buzzing faintly overhead. Liam pushed open the glass door, and they stepped inside.

The lobby was small, barely ten feet across, with yellowed wallpaper and a stained carpet that had probably been beige twenty years ago. A middle-aged man sat behind the front desk, half-asleep, a small TV playing some late-night talk show in the corner.

He looked up as they entered, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Elena in her red dress.

"Need a room?" the man asked, his voice rough.

"Yeah," Liam said. "One night."

The man slid a key across the counter. "Sixty bucks. Room 12."

Liam pulled out his wallet and handed over three twenties. The man pocketed the cash without counting it and went back to his TV.

Liam picked up the key and turned to Elena, grinning. "After you."

She smiled, shaking her head slightly, and followed him down the narrow hallway. Liam opened the door of their room. He held the door as Elena entered, looking at the room with a surprised look.

"This room is—"

Time froze.

[Option 1: Spank her ass +5 Lust Points]

[Option 2: Do nothing +0 Lust Points]

Liam picked.

Time went back into motion.

"—is too small," Elena said, completing her sentence.

Smack!

Liam immediately spanked her ass, the sound echoing in the tiny room. Elena jumped, letting out a sharp, surprised gasp. She turned around, her hand flying to her backside, her eyes wide.

"Why would you do that?" she asked, though a playful spark remained in her gaze.

"Because your ass was teasing me," Liam replied, stepping closer until he could feel the heat radiating from her. "Now get on the bed."

Elena chuckled, but she shook her head. "I need to freshen up first. This city air is... heavy."

She dropped her designer bag on a rickety wooden chair. With a smooth motion, she reached behind her and unzipped the red dress. She let the fabric fall, stepping out of it and leaving it in a heap on the floor.

She stood there in nothing but a tiny pair of black lace panties. Her skin was pale and flawless under the dim motel lights. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples already peaking from the cool air of the room.

"So you’re not scared to be naked in front of me?" Liam asked, teasing her as he raised one of his eyebrows.

"It’s not like you haven’t seen it already," she countered. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties, sliding them down her long legs. She grabbed a thin, scratchy motel towel and wrapped it around herself. "Wait until I’m back, and then we can get started."

She disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Liam sat on the edge of the bed, the springs groaning under his weight.

A notification popped up in his vision.

[Favor Action: Go meet her in the bathroom.]

Liam smiled. ’It’s like the system read my mind.’

He stood up, stripped out of the charcoal suit, and pushed the bathroom door open.

The room was thick with steam. Hot water was drumming against the floor of the plastic shower stall. Elena was inside, her back to the door, humming a soft tune as she lathered soap over her shoulders. The water slicked her hair down her back, highlighting the curve of her spine and the flare of her hips.

She felt the shift in the air before she heard him. Suddenly, she felt something pointing and hot pressing against her ass, even under the spray of the water. Before she could turn to see who it was, Liam’s large hands reached around and grabbed both her boobs.

He started pressing them firmly, his palms sliding over the soap suds.

"So you couldn’t wait for me to finish?" Elena asked, her voice hitching. She leaned her head back against his chest, squirming with a mix of surprise and instant pleasure.

"I was just thinking you have a lot in store for me today," Liam said, his voice a low vibration against her skin. "So why don’t I help you wash up?"

He moved his hands in slow, heavy circles, kneading her breasts. Elena let out a soft moan, her body relaxing into him as the hot water poured over them both.

"You’re being very helpful, Liam," she whispered.

Liam’s hand dropped from her chest, sliding down her wet stomach. "I think this place needs more washing," he said, his fingers reaching the junction of her thighs. "It’s got a dirty little secret."

He started rubbing her pussy, his thumb circling the sensitive nub while his other fingers explored the slick, swollen opening. Elena’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. She arched her back, her hands reaching up to grip the shower head for support.

"Liam... oh god..."

He began fingering her, sliding two fingers deep inside her. She was tight and hot, her internal muscles pulsing around him. He moved with a steady, driving rhythm that made her knees weak.

Liam leaned in, whispering in her ear. "You wanted to see how I did that stuff last time, right?"

He activated Pulse Tease.

An actual electric shock surged through her body, starting from her pussy and shooting straight up to her brain. Elena’s eyes snapped open. Her entire body jolted as if she’d touched a live wire.

"Ahhh!"

She let out a sharp, loud cry as her body went into a massive spasm. A heavy gush of fluid erupted from her, splashing against the shower walls. She completely lost her balance, her legs giving out.

She was about to fall face-first against the tiles, but Liam’s strong arms grabbed her, pulling her back.

"It seems you made a mess of yourself," Liam said, his voice teasing.

Elena was panting, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep red. She looked back at him, eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. "In my defense... you used something I can’t actually defeat. I’m already getting addicted to that."

Liam stood up, dripping wet in the cramped, steam-filled bathroom. He looked down at Elena, who was slumped against the plastic wall of the shower stall, her legs still trembling from the aftershocks of the Pulse Tease.

The water continued to drum against the floor, creating a rhythmic white noise that boxed them into their own private, humid world.

"I think this place needs a little more washing," Liam said, his voice dropping an octave.

He didn’t move her to the bed yet. Instead, he went down on one knee right there on the wet floor of the stall.

The space was tiny; his shoulders brushed against the textured walls as he reached out and grabbed one of her shapely legs.

He lifted it, resting her calf firmly over his shoulder to expose her completely under the spray of the shower.

He leaned in, his face inches from her glistening skin.

When his tongue finally made contact, Elena’s head thudded back against the wall. He started with long, firm strokes, licking from the base of her opening all the way up to her hood.

The water from the showerhead ran down his back and over her stomach, mixing with her own natural slickness.

"Liam... right there... oh god," she gasped, her hands reaching out blindly to grip the plastic soap dish for balance.

He ignored her words, focuply heavy, rhythmic pressure to her clit, swirling in tight, deliberate circles.

He wasn’t being gentle; he was being thorough. He began to suck on her, pulling her sensitive nub into his mouth with a powerful suction entirely on the task.

He used the flat of his tongue to make Elena’s entire body jerk.

The sound was primal—the heavy splashing of water, the wet slaps of his tongue, and Elena’s increasingly ragged moans echoing off the tiled walls.

Liam reached up with his free hand, his fingers finding the shower handle to turn the heat up just a fraction more, making the skin even more sensitive.

He began to flick his tongue with frantic speed, darting back and forth across her center while his other hand reached behind her to squeeze the flesh of her ass, pulling her even tighter against his mouth.

Elena’s fingers dug into his wet hair, her knuckles turning white. She was trapped between the cold wall and his scorching mouth.

"I can’t breathe... Liam, please, I’m going to—"

He didn’t let up.

He increased the suction, his jaw working rhythmically as he drank her in. He could feel the tremors starting deep in her thighs, traveling up to where he was focused.

Just as she reached the peak, Liam slid two fingers deep inside her, stretching her tight walls while his tongue delivered a final, relentless barrage of strokes. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

*Aaah-aaah-aaah*

Elena’s voice broke into a piercing, echoing wail that bounced off the bathroom mirror. Her body went rigid, her back arching so hard her chest pressed against the showerhead.

A violent, heavy gush of fluid erupted from her, spraying against his face and mixing with the hot shower water before swirling down the drain.

She collapsed forward, her weight falling onto him as her muscles spasmed in a long, drawn-out release.

Liam stayed there for a moment, holding her up, feeling her heart hammering against his shoulder through the heat of the steam.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a dark, satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"You’re making a habit of that," he whispered into her ear.

Liam stood up, dripping wet and grinning. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her out of the steaming bathroom and through the small room. He tossed her onto the creaky bed.

He looked down at her. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were glazed with lust, and her skin was glowing.

"At least if you end up killing me," Liam said, his voice dark and determined, "at least I’m going to fuck your wife senseless today."