The
Long Night
Written By Kendra
Mark drove down the deserted
highway, anxious to get to the next city so he could check into his hotel room
and rest. As a wrestler, he had spent
most of his adult life on the road but somehow it never seemed to get any
easier. Traveling from city to city,
eating meals on the go, sleeping in a different bed every night…those were the
kinds of things that could wear on your nerves after a while. He often found himself wondering exactly why
he had chosen this profession.
He had just finished a show in
Johnson City, Tennessee and while most of the other guys had decided to wait
until morning to travel to their next venue in Charlotte, North Carolina, Mark
had left out on his on, hoping to get to the next destination by early the next
morning. That way, once he checked into
his hotel room, he could sleep until late in the afternoon before he had to get
up and head to the arena for the show.
So far, he was pleased with his decision. It was well past
Mark continued on down the
road, pushing his rental car well over the speed limit since he didn’t think
there would be much chance of passing a policeman on this long, winding
road. He had studied his map before heading
out, deciding that this scenic route would be a welcome change of pace from the
interstate traveling that he normally did, even if it was night time and he
couldn’t see anything. He was just in
the mood to do something different, if for no other reason to break the
monotony. Even in the dark he could
tell that he was surrounded by nothing but huge mountains and towering
trees. He imagined that this part of
the country offered some wonderful sights…if only he had the time to enjoy
them. That had always been one of the downfalls of his profession. The constant traveling left him with little
time to enjoy the places he had visited.
If only he had made the time….
He continued along, lost in
his thoughts, until he suddenly noticed that the car was beginning to lose
power. He looked down just in time to
see the check engine light come on.
“Shit!” he cursed, as he
pulled off onto the side of the road and stopped the car. He got out and walked to the front of the
car to check under the hood, but he didn’t see anything that looked out of
place. Getting back into the car, he
hoped that it was nothing serious and that he would be able to make it on to
As he got situated in the car
again, he turned the key to start it but nothing happened. Cursing again, he tried it several more
times but to no avail. The car was
completely dead.
“This is just fuckin’ great!”
he spat, as he hit the steering wheel with his large fist.
Grabbing his cell phone from
his bag, he tried to figure out who he could call for help. If any of the other guys had decided to
travel tonight, he was sure they had gone in a different direction. There was no chance of any of them coming
along to help him. Sighing, he realized
he could always call Vince…he was one of Vince’s top stars, not to mention one
of his close personal friends. Surely
Vince could send him some help.
Turning his phone on, he
cursed again when he realized he didn’t have a strong enough signal to make the
call. Throwing his phone into the back
seat, he got back out of the car and began to kick at the tires in frustration.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe
this!” he growled, as he began to pace back and forth.
He knew things didn’t look
good for him. He hadn’t seen a house
for miles and traffic was sparse.
Unless he could get the car started again he was going to be stuck here
for a while. Walking back to the front
of the car, he lifted the hood again and examined all the belts and hoses
carefully, hoping that he could find the problem and be on his way. He checked everything that he could think
of, but nothing seemed broken or out of place.
“God damn piece of junk!” he
yelled, slamming his fist down on the side of the car.
He began to pace back and
forth again, yelling and kicking at anything he could find before a noise
caught his attention. He stopped and
listened carefully. It was a car! Somebody else was coming!
When it came into view, Mark
tried to flag the vehicle down, but it passed him by without stopping. He started to cuss again, until he turned
and saw the driver hit the brakes, then slowly back up. Sighing in relief, Mark walked up to the
open window and stuck his head inside.
“Hey! My car broke down and I
need a ride. Do you think you could
give me a lift to the next town?” he
asked, talking into the dark vehicle.
“Sure. Hop in.” the driver replied.
“Let me grab my things.” Mark
answered running back to his car to get his bags. Once he had everything, he headed back to the other vehicle,
smiling when he saw it was a large Chevy truck, similar to the one he had once
owned...before Sara had taken it in the divorce. God, how he missed that truck…too bad he couldn’t say the same thing
about his ex-wife.
“Somebody’s got good taste.”
he thought with a smile, as he approached the passenger’s side door and opened
it. He stopped in his tracks when the
light in the cab came on and he saw a woman sitting in the driver’s seat. She smiled at him and it absolutely took his
breath away.
“What? You were expecting someone else?” she asked,
noticing the look of surprise on his face.
“Uh…no. It’s just that it’s kind of unusual to see a
pretty little thing like yourself drivin’ a truck this big.” he replied, as he
climbed in and shut the door back.
“Anyway, thanks for the ride. I
was beginnin’ to think I was gonna have to sleep in my car tonight.”
“No problem.” the woman
replied, pulling back onto the road and driving away. The two of them were silent for a few moments before the woman
spoke again.
“So...you got a name?” the
woman asked curiously.
“Sorry. My name’s Mark.” he stated, realizing that
he hadn’t introduced himself.
“I’m Kisha.” she replied.
“So…where you headed to Mark?”
“I was actually headed to
“Actually, I’m headed to
“Really? That’s mighty nice of you to offer darlin’,
but I don’t want to cause you any problems or anything.”
“It’s no problem. It’s a long drive. It’ll be nice to have some company.” she replied, as she turned
to smile at him again.
Mark stared at her, straining
to see the features of her face across the darkened cab of the truck. From the short glimpse that he had gotten of
her, she seemed to be a fairly young and attractive woman. He wondered what she was doing traveling
alone this late at night.
“Look, I really appreciate the
ride and everything but I’ve got to ask you…what are you doin’ pickin’ up
strangers beside the road anyway? I
mean, you’re a young female traveling alone.
For all you know, I might be some kind of sick freak who’s just waitin’
for the right time to attack you.”
“Just try it.” she replied,
casting him a sideways glance. “I grew
up with a brother who was always picking on me. Trust me…I know how to take care of myself.”
Even though she sounded
confident, she knew that Mark was right.
To tell the truth, she had been second guessing her decision to let him
ride with her ever since he had climbed into her truck. This man was huge! She knew if he did happen to be some kind of weirdo, she would
have a hard time protecting herself against him. All she could do was pray that he was a decent man and that he
wouldn’t hurt her.
“So Mark….what are you headed
to
“Business.” he replied.
“Do you have to travel a lot
on business?” she asked.
“Uh…yeah. Quite a bit actually.”
“Really? What do you do?”
“I’m a professional wrestler.”
he replied, hoping that she wasn’t going to go all crazy on him if she happened
to recognize him.
“That sounds interesting.” she
replied, casting him another smile.
“Interesting…” Mark repeated,
chuckling at her. “Yeah…you could say
that. Do you watch?”
“I haven’t watched it in a
long time. The only wrestler I’m
familiar with now is the Rock and that’s only because he’s been in the movies.”
“Well, the Rock’s got nothin’
on me darling’. You’ll have to watch it
sometime and see what a real man can do.”
Kisha felt the warmth began to
creep into her cheeks at his last comment.
It sounded innocent enough, but the longer she was trapped in this truck
with him, the more she began to think about all the things she wanted him to do
to her. Yes…she thought she would
definitely like to see what kind of things a real man like Mark could do to
her. Oh yeah…very much indeed!
***************
They continued their
conversation throughout the remainder of the trip. He told her a little bit about his job…she told him a little bit
about her family. Before they knew it,
they were pulling into the hotel parking lot, both of them surprised at how
fast the drive went. Deciding that she
had had enough driving for one night, Kisha followed Mark into the hotel to get
herself a room for the night. She was
exhausted and she couldn’t wait to crawl into bed and get some sleep.
Mark thanked Kisha for the
lift, then went to check into his own room.
Once he was finished, he turned to head upstairs but stopped when he
heard her arguing with one of the clerks.
“What do you mean you don’t
have a room? This place is huge. You don’t have one room left for me to stay
in?!” she yelled in frustration.
“I’m sorry ma’am. We don’t have anything available.” the clerk
stated.
Picking up her bags, Kisha
turned and stormed toward the front door.
Mark watched her walk away, before he went after her and followed her
outside.
“Kisha! Wait!” he yelled, chasing her down. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to see if I can
find a hotel room somewhere in this stupid town! This place is full so I can’t stay here.” she replied.
“Look darlin’, it’s too late
for you to be running around out there lookin’ for someplace to stay. I’ve got a room with two beds. Why don’t you come upstairs with me and you
can just share my room.”
Kisha stared at him in
shock. Had he just ask her to come and
stay with him?
“Uh…are you sure? I mean…I don’t want to impose on you or
anything…”
“It’s no problem, darlin’. You were nice enough to stop and give me a
ride. It’s the least I can do to repay
you.”
Kisha hesitated for a moment
before she finally agreed to go with him.
Mark led her to the elevators and they quickly headed upstairs to his
room. Once inside, Kisha pulled some
clothes from her bag and headed to the bathroom to change. She undressed and pulled her night shirt
over her head. It was fairly short…she
wished she had something else to wear underneath it…but it would have to
do. She combed through her short, brown
hair, then headed back into the bedroom, stopping in her tracks when she saw
Mark. He had changed into a pair of
sweatpants while she was in the bathroom and he was now bare-chested and she
gasped involuntarily when she saw the large number of tattoos that covered his
arms and stomach. Then her eyes fell on
the Sara tattoo that covered his throat and her heart sunk. It was obvious that he was already taken by
another woman…the lucky bitch! Even so,
Kisha continued to stare at him, unable to take her eyes off of him. She didn’t think she had ever seen a sexier
man in her whole life. He was a huge
man and he was very muscular…he obviously took very good care of his body.
“I’d like to take care of that
body.” she thought to herself, moaning when she thought about all of the things
she’d like to do to him.
Mark heard the soft sound that
came from her lips and he couldn’t help but grin when he turned around and saw
her standing there before him. If she
wasn’t a pretty little thing….standing there in her short little gown, showing
off those long, tanned legs. He
immediately felt his body tighten at the sight of her, wondering what it would
feel like to have those long legs wrapped around his waist.
Kisha remained in the doorway,
unable to get her feet to move as she continued to stare at him. Mark grinned as he moved toward her,
noticing how flushed her face was. He
wondered what on earth she could possibly be thinking about to make her blush
so deeply. Regaining her senses, Kisha
looked up at him with a hint of fear when she noticed that he was now towering
over her.
“What are you doing?” she
asked softly, suddenly overwhelmed by his strong presence.
“I just wanted to thank you
for helpin’ me.” Mark replied softly, taking another step toward her.
“But you already thanked me by
letting me stay here.” Kisha replied nervously, unconsciously taking a step
back as he came closer.
“That was nothin’
darlin’. Let me give you a proper thank
you.” he whispered, before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers.
Kisha moaned and leaned into
him, running her hands up his arms and wrapping them around his neck as she
returned his kiss. Running his hands down
her body, Mark cupped her bottom and lifted her up and she wrapped her legs
around his waist as he backed her against the wall. He pinned her there as he continued to run his hands along her
body, leaving a path of fire in his wake.
With minimal effort, he
grabbed her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it onto the
floor. Then reaching down between their
bodies, he found her panties and ripped them off of her, leaving her completely
naked beneath him. He wrapped one of
his large arms around her waist for support as his other hand began to tease
and torment her sensitive breasts.
Before long, she was panting and moaning beneath him in pleasure,
begging him to take her. Mark pushed
his sweats down with his free hand, releasing his massive erection which was
pulsating strongly with his arousal.
Grabbing her hips with both hands, he held her still as he thrust deep
inside of her. Kisha cried out at the
intense pleasure, gripping his shoulders tightly as he began to ease in and out
of her.
Mark growled as he kissed her
again, the feel of her tightness around him nearly driving him mad. He continued to drive himself in and out of
her wetness, enjoying the squeaks and moans that were coming from her lips.
“Oh Mark! Faster…please!” she pleaded, desperately
close to her release.
Mark willingly complied,
thrusting harder and faster as he felt her body began to clutch at him. Suddenly he felt her buck against him
violently, shrieking loudly as she plunged headlong into a furious orgasm. Unable to control himself any more, Mark
buried himself deeper inside of her, shouting loudly as his own release coursed
through his body. His body sagged
against hers, keeping her pinned against the wall as they came back down to
earth. Once his breathing had slowed,
Mark tightened his grip on her and carried her to the bed, laying her down next
to him and pulling her into his arms.
Kisha looked up at him, her
body still flushed with pleasure.
Reaching up, she gently traced the outline of the tattoo on his throat,
confused by his actions.
“Don’t worry about that
darlin’.” he stated, sensing her discomfort.
“She’s long gone. I’ve been on
my own again for over a year now.”
Kisha smiled at his words and
Mark returned her smile, leaning down to kiss her again. He rolled her onto her back as his tongue
slipped between her parted lips, moaning when he felt her return his kiss with
an equal amount of passion. Their
tongues danced together for what seemed like an eternity before Mark finally
broke the kiss. He moved lower to her
neck and throat, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh as she writhed beneath
him. He began to tease her breasts
again, plucking at her sensitive nipples with his fingers, causing them to
swell into hardened buds. Then lowering
his head, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to
make them harden even more.
Kisha moaned with pleasure as
Mark continued his gentle torture on her.
She couldn’t believe that she was actually letting him do these things
to her…she had only known him for a few hours.
But right now, she didn’t care.
All she wanted right now was for him to continue what he was doing.
Mark began to slide lower down
her body, stopping when he reached the hidden juncture between her legs. Urging her legs apart, he began to lick and
tease the soft folds, using his tongue to part them and search for the small
bud that he knew was hidden within. He
flicked the tip of his tongue across it lightly, causing Kisha to gasp and arch
against him. He circled it slowly,
working her into a frenzy before finally lapping at it again. After several minutes of his wonderful
torture, Kisha was writhing and moaning helplessly beneath him, begging him to
stop and continue at the same time. Finally
taking pity on her, Mark increased the friction, using his hands to hold her
hips still as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Finally she was there, and she cried out
loudly as he pushed her over the abyss once again.
Once her movements ceased,
Mark pulled away and moved back up her body, kissing her again
passionately. He moved over her as if
to settle himself between her thighs once again, but Kisha had other plans. Catching him off balance, she somehow
mustered the strength to roll him onto his back. Then she straddled his waist and leaned down to give him another
kiss. Mark wrapped his arms around her
and began to caress her again, but this time she stopped him. Grabbing his hands, she raised them above
his head and wrapped them around the struts on the headboard.
“You just leave your hands
right there.” she said, smiling at him seductively. “If you move them, I swear I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”
Once she was satisfied that he
was going to mind her, she lowered her face to his, giving him another quick
kiss before moving to his ear. She
traced it lightly with her tongue before sucking the lobe into her mouth and
biting gently. She smiled when she felt
Mark buck involuntarily against her.
She moved further down his body, teasing his neck and throat before
focusing her attention on his chest.
She caressed him with her fingers, making sure to tease both of his
nipples before letting her tongue continue the torment. Mark groaned at the feel of her tongue
torturing him and he tightened his grip on the headboard as he tried to control
the fire that was raging within him.
Once Kisha felt that she had
teased him enough, she began to concentrate on his massive erection that was
now throbbing painful between his legs.
Taking it in her hands, she began to stroke him slowly, amazed at how
soft and smooth the skin was. Mark
gritted his teeth and tried to retain his control as she continued to caress
him. Throwing his head back, he didn’t
see her lean over him and enclose the swollen head between her lips. His whole body surged upward at the contact
and he removed his hands from the headboard, instinctively grabbing for her as
the pleasure washed over him. Feeling
his hands on her body again, Kisha stopped and looked up at him. Remembering what she had told him, he blindly
reached for the headboard again, grabbing it tightly as she took him into her
mouth once more.
She continued to suck and lick
on him, bringing him to the edge and back over and over again, until Mark didn’t
think he could take any more. Sensing
his need, Kisha released him, then raised up and straddled his body once more,
rapidly impaling herself on his hardened shaft. Mark grabbed her hips with both hands, thrusting himself deep
into her soft core. Even though Mark
had broken her rules, this time she didn’t stop him. Instead she began to ride him furiously, desperately seeking the
release that she knew would come. As
she leaned down to kiss him again, Mark held her hips in place to accept his
thrusts, hearing her moans increase in volume as he picked up the pace. He moved his hips even faster, feeling the
tension begin to build quickly within him as she continued to urge him on. Finally, he felt the wave hit him again, and
he buried himself to the hilt within her, letting her body milk him as she
followed him over the edge.
Collapsing on top of him,
Kisha closed her eyes as she tried to regain her breath. Mark rubbed her back tenderly, as the
pleasure subsided from his body.
“Now that was a proper thank
you!” he chuckled, holding her tightly against him.
“Yes it was!” she moaned,
still trying to catch her breath.
“I’m glad you stopped to help
me tonight.” he whispered, once they had both calmed down.
“Me too.” Kisha replied,
smiling when she thought how close she had been to passing him by. “I’ve just got one question for you though.”
“What’s that?” Mark asked,
raising his head to look down at her.
“Do you think you could use
another ride tomorrow night?” she asked with a grin.
“Always.” Mark chuckled,
rolling to his side and pulling her next to him. “As long as your drivin’, you can take me anywhere you want to
go, darlin’.”
Kisha smiled as she snuggled
into his chest, ready to finally get some sleep. It had been a long, night and she was anxious to see what
tomorrow might bring.
The End
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