All right.
Someone shoot me for waking Hixon Drake early on the Sunday morning after he’d moved into a new house and throwing down the gauntlet in a tease that I’d take him in the bed wrestling championship of the millennium, seeing as I thought I could take him considering he’d gotten up early the morning before, made love to me before he left at six thirty and then he’d been engaged in the strenuous activity of moving all day.
I had some moves in my arsenal. They mostly involved my hands, fingers, lips, tongue and teeth, but not strength, though I could be fast and I’d only stood on my feet for hours then unpacked boxes the day before.
I thought I was good to go.
Problem was, Hix was all that plus strong, and clearly moving hadn’t taken anything out of him.
Not a thing.
But he’d just taken something out of me and I wanted it back.
“You,” I bit out.
“Me what?” he pushed, still grinning that fucking grin that just made me want him back inside even more.
I tried to press back.
He moved with me and thus withheld.
“Hix!” I snapped.
“Me what?” he pressed.
I gave in. “You win.”
“Which makes me what?”
I glared at him.
His fingers rolled my nipple.
My eyes slid nearly closed as my legs trembled.
“Which makes me what, baby?” he coaxed, gentle and sweet.
The gentle and sweet did it for me.
That and I wanted his cock and was in the mood to say just about anything to get it.
I opened my eyes. “It makes you the bed wrestling champion of the millennium.”
Slowly, making my eyes go hooded again, but I still caught his grin melting to something that was even hotter, he slid back in as he murmured, “That’s right, sweetheart, now take your fucking from the champ.”
I felt his lips draw the curve of my shoulder blade and whispered, “Yes,” as I commenced taking my fucking from the champ.
He kept me anchored with his arm across my chest but moved his hand from my breast to between my legs where he played with me as he fucked me. He did this unrelentingly, and amazingly, until I pressed my forehead into the mattress, reared back, my fingers fisted in his sheets. My cry was stifled when the force Hix was building between my legs exploded and tore through me, making me shudder uncontrollably under him.
I kept doing it as his arm around my chest left me and he pushed me to my belly in the bed with his hips, his cock planted inside. He braced his weight into his forearm beside me, his finger on his other hand still working at my clit, his mouth at my ear as he pounded me into the bed.
Oh my God.
How could I be coming and I was going to start coming again?
“Give it to me again,” he growled.
“Yes,” I gasped and pushed out, “Yes, baby.”
“Dig your ass up, I want more, Greta,” he ordered roughly.
I did and he might have gotten more, but I did too.
Oh yeah, I was going to come again.
“Hixon,” I whispered.
“Fuck yeah, Greta,” he rumbled.
My body started trembling, I whimpered, “Ohmigod,” and bucked under his weight, my head slamming back so far it hit Hix’s shoulder, and the second blistered through me, leaving me shuddering beneath him through the jolts as I kept taking his thrusts.
His finger left my clit so he could wrap his arm around my belly and hold me steady to take him before he slammed in and again, and again, and again, pressing his forehead into the side of my neck and grunting through his orgasm, each sound he made slithering over the skin of my back and ass, crazy-delicious.
His climax sounded awesome.
But both of mine had felt better.
I caught my breath and he caught his before he kissed my neck, slid a hand up my side, over my shoulder and up to tangle in my hair. He pulled it out of the way and nuzzled all of the back of my neck, flexing his hips into my ass, his still-hard cock inside me, and all this felt really freaking good, so I shivered under him.
He did this silently and I took it silently for a long time before he slid out, gliding his lips down my spine as he did.
They swept the small of my back to my ass before they disappeared and he murmured, “Be right back.”
I felt him leave the bed but not leave me until he closed my legs and caught them at the knees, shifting them, and me, to the side, bending my legs up. I then watched as he leaned in, brushing his lips along the top of my hip before his eyes caught mine. He grinned a grin that wasn’t wickedly sexy, just sweet, before he pushed up and away. I then kept watching as he disappeared into his bathroom.
I curled my knees up higher, and after some of the cloud of great sex coasted away, I took stock of a fact I’d taken stock of before I started my bed wrestling demise. This being that Hix’s master was at the front of the house (like mine) and Shaw’s bedroom was at the back of the basement, it was early, so as I suspected prior to foolishly instigating the bed wrestling championship of the millennium, we should be good in the sense there was no way Shaw could have heard anything.
Hix came back, strolling casually in his earth-shatteringly awesome nakedness, with his fabulous chest that had a smattering of dark hair that was thicker between his pecs, thinner but far more than a sprinkle outward from that. It climbed up but disappeared just under his collarbone and narrowed entirely in a thin but not dense line down his midriff and stomach.
He had boxed abs but they weren’t cut, just lightly defined.
He also had thick, dark-furred thighs and great calves.
All of that was amazing.
But his cock was perfection. Perhaps slightly over average length, more than slightly over average in breadth, the formation was where it was at. It was absolutely flawless.
And watching it come my way, still somewhat hard, attached to the rest of all that was Hix, I was getting turned on again.
Yeesh.
I forced my attention to his face, caught a look at his expression, and felt my eyes get squinty as he entered the bed, doing it claiming my space and me, forcing my knee then my thigh over his hip as he forced his knee between my legs and pulled the rest of me into his body.
He rolled slightly into me, giving me some of his weight, and commenced doing verbally what his face had been doing inaudibly.
Gloating.
“I think I’ve decided my nickname should be ‘champ.’”
“Don’t be an annoying winner,” I shot back.
A grin curled his lips. “Don’t be a poor loser.” He looked to my mouth, up and over my hair then leaned slightly away to look down at my body before his eyes came back to mine. “Though, not sure how you could be, you comin’ that hard twice, doin’ it after begging me to fuck you.”
“I didn’t beg,” I bit out.
He pressed into me again and dipped his face to mine. “You totally begged.”
“Did not.”
“You so did.”
Whatever.
“And I didn’t come that hard,” I lied (again).
He started chuckling and kept gloating, “You bucked so hard when I was fucking you into the bed, you nearly bucked me off.”