Hot Holiday Nights

“I’d invite you in, but Ben is right. If the competition starts tomorrow, you should probably rest.”


“I probably should,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “But I feel like we barely got started before we were interrupted.”

She pushed him against the door this time and fisted her hands in his shirt. “I don’t want to wear you out.”

He wrapped an arm around her and let his fingers trail down her back, giving her butt a gentle squeeze. “I’d like you to try your best.”

His lips met hers in a kiss that stole her breath. She felt a moment of guilt, knowing she should have just said good night, but she still wanted him. His instant erection told her he reciprocated the need and desire that had welled up inside her.

Her clit throbbed and she knew she was going to get another orgasm before she went to sleep tonight.

“Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom and try it in there,” she said, taking him by the hand.

“Why? Do you have an unexpected roommate planning to show up?”

She laughed. “No. But I thought I might climb on your cock and fuck you.”

“You have great ideas, Tori.”

She turned and smiled at him as she led him into the bedroom. She’d left the sliding glass door to the balcony open. Moonlight streamed in, casting a silver glow onto the bed. Just the right amount of light.

“Why don’t you get naked and climb on the bed?”

He gave her a sexy half smile. “Good plan.” He drew his shirt off, dropped his shorts and flopped onto the middle of her bed, propping the pillows up so he could lean against them. He waved a condom in his hand. She grinned.

“I love a man who’s prepared.”

She drew the zipper down on her dress, then pulled it off, leaving her in only her underwear.

“Did I mention earlier how sexy you are?” he asked.

“Yes. And thank you.” She popped the clasp on her bra, pulled it off and tossed it to the side, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples before slowly drawing her panties down.

“And how hot and tight your * is?”

“You didn’t mention that, but I also love your cock. You made me come so hard. Let’s see if you can do it again.”

His eyes gleamed with desire as she crawled onto the foot of the bed, making her way toward him.

“Why don’t you take that condom out, slide it over your cock and let me sit on you.”

In record time, he was sheathed. She climbed up his legs, though honestly, she could have stood at the foot of the bed and just watched him. His legs wide, his cock erect, there was an air of confidence in his nudity that was so sexy. She rested on his thighs and splayed her fingers across his chest, enjoying the powerful feel of all that muscle.

At least until he dragged her forward, thrust his hand in her hair and kissed her, stealing her breath. She moaned as his tongue slid between her lips, her body more than ready to take him on.

After he thoroughly kissed her, she pulled away, braced one hand on his chest and lowered herself onto his cock.

“That’s it,” he said, caressing her thigh.

She raised her gaze to his, making eye contact as she seated herself on him.

“Oh, that’s good.” He fit her perfectly, her * clenching around him like a fist. She moved forward and his eyes went half-lidded as he reached for her breasts, cupping them and brushing her nipples with his thumbs. A rocket of pleasure shot to her clit.

She knew sex with Alex was going to be good, but she was already ridiculously close to another orgasm. She lifted, caught her breath, then eased back down on him again, needing to prolong the ecstasy as long as she possibly could.

She leaned forward, dangling her breasts near his mouth. He took one, slid a nipple between his lips while she braced her hands on the headboard.

She fucked him while he sucked the bud, the sensation maddening. She already knew he had a magical tongue, and he flicked it around one nipple, then let go and grabbed the other.

“That’s going to make me come.” She pulled back.

He grinned and grabbed her hips. “Isn’t that the idea?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to come yet. Fucking you feels so good.”

He reached for her hips and dragged her forward. “But you feel so good when you come on my cock. Your * squeezes me.”

He took her breath away. She raked her nails down his chest, then rocked forward, grinding herself against him as her climax rushed toward her. “Oh, I’m coming.”

She arched back and he held her as she shuddered and let go. He thrust into her and she heard him groan with his own orgasm while she was wracked with spasms that sent her over the edge again and again.

Spent, she fell forward, resting on his chest, listening to the rapid thump of his heartbeat until it settled along with hers.

When she withdrew, he grinned up at her. She went into the bathroom and slipped on her robe while Alex got dressed.

“Preliminaries are tomorrow,” he said as he put on his shirt. “Will you be there?”

“Sure. I’ll come by.”

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