After Rose Red

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Nick sighed tiredly as he pushed open his hotel room door and shut it with a firm snap once he was in. Rose Red was evil, that much was clear, and held the souls it had ‘eaten’ until it finally had Joyce Reardon in it’s grasp. Of course, Rose Red truly ate her for failing, but the rest of them, it just tortured them. Finally when it’s hold had been broken, when Annie plummeted it with boulders, they were released from the spell that Rose Red used to keep them in it’s grasp. And, just like the other victims, was thankful.

They had all decided to go to the hospital, where they had been treated for severe dehydration, sleep deprivation and, to an extent, even oxygen deprivation. They had just released them that morning and, although physically he felt rested, it did nothing for his mental state and emotions.

Sighing Nick walked to the small bar in the nice hotel and took out a bottle of vodka, a complimentary and much needed feature of the suite he had gotten at the hotel. He practically fell onto the small couch before opening the small bottle and taking a drink from it, consuming about half of it. He snorted at the bottle before setting it on the small, dark wooden table in front of the couch. He was just about to pull himself up, to order an obscene amount of food, when a soft knock sounded from the door. With a mixture of curiosity and weariness, he approached the door and leaned against the frame.

“Who is it?” He called, struggling to sound pleasant enough. All he wanted was to be alone; Rose Red and Ellen Rembaure made sure that what one really wanted they wouldn’t receive. It was bad enough that the whole ordeal with the evil place left him so upset, but it also impaired his abilities, making him feel at such a disadvantage, which was something he hated.

“My name is Helena, may I speak with you?” Nick sighed before reaching out and unlocking the door. He opened it and was rather pleased with the sight. Helena, as she called himself, was a tall, long haired brunette whose thick wavy hair fell upon her shoulders gently. Her skin was bronzed, no doubt a very good tan, but it was complimented and enhanced mostly by her dress. The dress, which was possibly one of the nicer ones he’d ever seen on a woman who didn’t appear to have a career in escorting, went down to her knees and flared out at her thighs so that it did not hug her figure too much, but showed it off quite enough. She was rather well endowed, he noted without seeming too obvious, and the top cut low to reveal enough to tease and not enough to over do it. He cleared his throat and looked back up at her lovely heart shaped face, large brown eyes and pouty lips.

“May I help you?” He asked and gave her a smile. Helena returned the smile. “My husband and I saw an article in my sister’s college paper recently. We are visiting her from Jamaica you see, and we recognized you from the article. I do know this is forward, but could you share your experiences at…Rose Red, wasn’t it?” Now that she had mentioned where she was from, Nick did note a touch of accent in her voice, but it was obvious she wasn’t a native of Jamaica. It was the husband part, though, that a part of him felt a bit disappointed in.

As if on cue, a man strolled towards them. He too was bronzed and his hair, also brown, was a much lighter shade than his wife’s. He wore a nice set of pants, obviously expensive, and a dark blue shirt. He thought that they matched rather well and definitely appeared to be from a southern area.

“Hello, I’m Michael Rothbone, I’m assuming my wife has introduced herself?” At receiving Helena’s nod, Michael gave Nick a polite smile. Unable to come up with an excuse to use to turn down the attractive woman and her husband, he nodded. “Yes, and she explained about the article. I would be happy to answer any questions you have, but please, be brief. I’m rather exhausted.” When the couple nodded their agreement, Nick stepped aside and let them in and, unable to help himself, took in the swaying of Helena’s hips.

It did not take long for Nick to make himself comfortable on his couch and begin answering questions. He found the couple’s naivety about the supernatural world and was very appreciative when Helena returned the favor by keeping their glasses full of wine. Easily an hour went by and, towards the end, Nick found himself smiling with the couple and engaging in amusing stories about them and himself as well. Finally, though, he heard the clock chime that it was ten o’clock.

“I do hate to break this up, but it is late and I have things I must do tomorrow,” He said, truly apologetic and straightened from where he was lounging on his couch. He missed the couple exchange meaningful glances so, when Michael asked to use his loo before going, Nick welcomed him to it. Helena, after Michael had excused himself, moved to sit by Nick on the couch. “I’m not sure if you noticed or not, but Michael and I….we have a unique marriage.” Nick looked to her curiously, unable to help it. He had paid little attention to their interaction to tell the truth, he was more interested in keeping the hard on that had steadily been developing because of Helena under control. “…so as you can imagine, we’re rather happy with the situation.” Nick looked at her and tried to look as if he understood. He was too busy imagining what it would be like to have her stripping and touching herself for him right then.

He gave her a smile, shaking the image from his head and breathed in. “I really should clean these--“ His breath caught in his throat when he felt Helena’s soft hands began to ease up his thighs. He looked at her shocked and had to swallow when he saw the expression that had lit up her face. She looked positively wicked, but it was in such a way that made his already hard member give a slight twitch. He watched silently and wide eyed as she deliberately ran her tongue slowly over her red lips, teasing him with the sight as her hands made it to his crotch and began to caress him through his pants. He closed his eyes, an involuntary reaction to feeling her hands on him. The sound and feel of his zipper going down shook him from it and he looked down at her, her body having shifted on the couch and now leaned over him, eyeing him appreciatively as she carefully removed his erection from his pants. Nick watched, screaming at himself inwardly to make her stop, as she licked her lips and bent her head, teasingly rubbing her tongue across his tip. The thought of making her stop flew from his head at the velvety touch and he stifled a moan. He’d really gone too long without this.

Having noted the encouragement, Helena slowly slipped him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him and greedily tasting as much of the salty skin as she could. It was Nick’s moan that encouraged her to bob her head up and down, allowing herself to take him deep in her mouth each time and sucking on him as if he were a lifesaver candy. His hips, much of their own accord, pushed up towards her mouth as his fingers tangled in her hair, a more primitive part of him urged his actions and he pushed her mouth down on him, his hips thrusting up, pushing himself further down her throat. The moans that she made vibrated along his penis, causing his breath to constrict in his chest and a stressed moan escape. He looked down and watched as her red lips were clamped around him, moans escaping each time he thrusted into her, and her eyes shut. He seemed to come to his senses, though, when the diamond on her left hand twinkled up at him from where she had her hand pressing into the couch. Her husband, a man a bit bigger than him, was just in the other room. “No…stop…” He said with difficulty and pulled his hand away, gently pushing her back by the shoulders. Helena looked up at him, her full chest heaving and wiping her own spit from her lips. “Why’d you do that?” She demanded, a little offended.

“You’re married…” He stuttered out and breathed out slowly. If they had kept that up for a few minutes, he would have came right in her mouth. Despite his protests, she climbed up his lounging form and straddled him, the apex of her legs pressed right to his exposed manhood. She kissed him deeply, taking advantage of his open, surprised mouth and slipping her tongue in his mouth. She rubbed her hips over him and he was so glad to realize that lace panties were what greeted him instead of warm, moist flesh.

“Please, your husband…!” Despite the feeling of betrayal his body threw up at him, he felt relieved when she moved her self off of him. He struggled to get himself back in his pants and get to his feet so he could show her out when he saw her slip of her shoes. He paused, silent, and watched as she turned her back to him began to unzip her dress slowly. Unable to help himself he was mesmerized as she dropped it off of her shoulders, first revealing a tattoo of a flower on her shoulder then, as it fell down her back and hips, the firm and uncovered firm globes of her ass. He realized, with a certain open mouthed expression, that it was a black, lacy thong she had worn. She turned around and looked at him and his eyes immediately went to her breast. They were encased in a black lace bra, her dark areolas visible through the lace. He saw that her belly button was pierced and a red stone twinkled at him from her stomach with each seductive step she took to him. With a grin on her lips, she took his hands and pressed one to a firm breast. Nick licked his lips nervously and kneaded the soft flesh in his hand, her hand still over his so he couldn’t move it. After a moment she moved her hands to his pants and quickly undid them, pushing his pants and boxers down to the floor. With a grin, she took both of his hands in hers and led him to the lavatory. Nick had all but forgotten about Michael, but when he did see him, found himself unable to come up with an excuse. It didn’t matter, though, because Michael was testing the water and, much to his shock, was stark naked. He didn’t have time to think on this, though, as Helena pulled apart his button up shirt and tossed it to the floor and led him to the bubbly water.

Nick dumbly let her put him in and didn’t protest when she pushed him against the wall of the Jacuzzi tub. He watched as Michael knelt in front of her, her standing with her legs spread, and slowly removed the thong. He was almost fascinated as Michael kissed her hips then her tuft of trimmed dark hair. Helena pressed Michael’s face between her legs briefly before walking to the Jacuzzi and slipping in. Being that it was a rather small Jacuzzi, her legs were bent oddly as she settled herself over him, her still bra clad breasts pressing against his chest. Giving into his desires, Nick reached up and pushed her hips down onto him, feeling his full erection enter her. Helena let out a soft moan and clenched the side of the tub, her body bobbing up and down on him. He suddenly felt her stop and opened his eyes from where he had them shut in pleasure. Michael had joined them and pulled her back on him where he all but laid back in the tub. He had just removed her wet bra and flung it to the floor, exposing her large breasts to him. Michael hooked his elbows in front of her arms, exposing her opening and pinning her against him while Nick still impaled her. He began to move inside of her again, pulling and pushing her while, to his further surprise, he felt something else penetrate her ass through the thin flesh separating the two. One of Michael’s hands had disappeared beneath the water to press on her stomach while the others tweaked and played with Helena’s nipples, her moaning loudly and arching her back, her head pressing against Michael’s shoulder. Within moments Nick and Michael got into a rhythm, the movement of Helena’s body causing waves sloshing back and forth. He wasn’t sure what was better, the feeling of her on his cock, the sight of her body in such an exposed and sexy position, or the rich orgasmic moans she made as she was fucked both ways.

Finally Nick came in her, his seed bursting inside of her and making her arch her back and scream as her own hit. The sight of her body arch and the breast not occupied by Michael pop upward, made Nick ram himself into her again, filling her up completely as if for good measure. For a few long minutes, the three remained in the calming water, panting heavily with similar looks of pleasure on their face.

Nick watched Michael, with some effort, help his wife to lay on Nick as he removed himself from her and the bath. Once out, he wrapped a towel around himself and looked to the other two with a smirk. “I’m going to go order some wine.” He said before stepping out. Helena untangled herself from him and gave him a lazy smile. “Did you like that?” She asked, although from his expression knew it was a stupid question. She reached under the water and stroked his now limp manhood before leaning forward and kissing him. “Come on, it gets better.” She promised and rose out of the water, allowing him to look at her all he wanted before she put on his bathrobe. Curling a finger to him, she gave him a smile before walking out of the door that led to Nick’s bedroom. He thought about her and about her wet sexy body, then he thought about his bed, and he followed very happily. Perhaps, he thought with an excitement already growing in him again, recovering from Rose Red wouldn’t be so bad.