“Oh my God, yes.” Stevie’s back arches, her ass up in the air.
It’s a real nice ass if I do say so myself. It’s plenty soft for my hips to ram into, and it bounces around every time I enter her. Filling both of my hands with it, anchoring myself, I thrust into her again, this time causing the bed to knock into the wall behind it.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Because fuck, I know I do.
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpers.
“You’re doing so good, taking all of me.”
Quickening my stride and finding a rhythm, I continue rolling into her. She’s fucking tight and does a perfect job at meeting me in pace, pressing her ass into me, asking for more. I bend over, my chest flush to her back and my lips to her ear.
“You like me, huh, Stevie girl?” I whisper, so no one else can hear her name.
“You’re annoying,” is followed by a needy cry, causing me to laugh.
“You think you could handle more?” I thrust into her again, this time even harder, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Is that all you got?”
She fucking loves pushing my buttons, even in bed, apparently. Which is fine by me. Give me a challenge, please.
Pulling out of her, I leave her empty.
“No,” she whines, her body trembling as she reaches behind her, trying to grab me. “No. I’m so close.” Her thighs clench together, needing to fill the empty ache.
“What do you say?”
“Please!” she begs, desperation filling her voice. “Please, Zanders.”
Fuck. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a better combination of two words in my life.
Wrapping one of my forearms around her middle, I hold on tight, needing to keep her upright. As my other hand covers her mouth, I fill her once again, giving her everything I got.
She screams into my palm, her eyes screwing shut as I pound into her.
“You like that,” I state because I don’t even need to ask.
She repeatedly nods her head as my hand keeps her quiet.
Over and over again, I fill her from behind, the consistent tempo causing my balls to tingle already. I keep my lips to Stevie’s ear, whispering dirty words as I watch the euphoria take over her pretty features.
One of my hands moves to her tit, massaging, kneading, and rolling her nipple with my thumb. My other hand focuses on her clit, circling, flicking, and getting her ready to come with me.
That is, until Stevie releases the headboard, takes my hand from her tit and instead, guides it to her throat.
I can’t help but smile against the skin of her shoulder as I lightly choke her, all the while I’m fucking her from behind.
This girl is an absolute wildcard. One minute she’s insecure about what she looks like, and the next, she’s asking me to choke her as I fuck her, her body at my disposal. But I guess that’s a little bit like the relationship we have with each other—moments of softness, surrounded by a shit-ton of banter and teasing.
“Shit,” I hiss out. “I really like fucking you, sweetheart.”
“Stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’”
The humor isn’t lost on me that I’m choking and fucking a girl that I ironically call “sweetheart.”
“Never,” I laugh.
Leaning back, my ass on my heels, I pull her with me, so she’s sitting in my lap and on my dick. Her back is flush to my chest as one of her hands reaches over, palm curving around my neck, needing to anchor herself.
I liked her body before tonight, but now, feeling it in my hands and on my cock, and knowing I can throw her around a little bit and not break her, I think I might be its number one fan.
“Are you going to come for me?” My lips ghost the shell of her ear.
Another whimper leaves her lips as she rests her head back on my shoulder, her eyes closed, and her lips parted in pleasure. Her freckled cheeks are flush, and her soft brown skin is glistening with sweat.
“I really want you to come all over me, Stevie. You’re doing so good.”
I continue to bounce her on my cock as cries fill the hotel room, some from me and some from her. One of my hands is still circling her throat, and the other is circling her swollen clit.
Her body begins to tighten and contract as her pussy squeezes me.
“Please come all over me,” I beg.
As I thrust into her a few more times, hitting that spot that causes her entire body to shake, I watch as the orgasm rips through Stevie, taking over.
“Zee,” she cries, her fingers pulling at the gold chain around my neck, needing to grasp something.
That name is something only my favorite people use, and you’d think it’d cause me to pause. But instead, hearing her say it as she comes all over my cock, does nothing but bring my own release.
“Fucking hell—” I call out, trying to hold myself back.
And just then, I do something I’ve never done before. Two of my fingers leave her throat, turning her chin to face me. Pressing my mouth to hers, I come inside of her, needing her to swallow my cry of her name, so my fucking teammates don’t hear it through these thin-ass walls.
Our mouths move and gape together as we ride out our highs, Stevie ever so slightly continuing to bounce on my dick. Her fingertips dig into the nape of my neck, pulling me into her as I kiss her with everything I have left. I hold on to her slightly damp body, refusing to let this end just yet.
There’s a whole lot of eye contact I didn’t plan for as we both come off our highs.
“I needed that.” Stevie rests her head back on my shoulder, her eyes closed as she catches her breath.
Her pretty freckled face is glowing from her orgasm, and her lips are swollen from my assault. She drops herself to lie on the bed, completely satisfied and content, her curls sprawled across the white sheets.
“No, you needed me,” I rephrase with a slap of her ass.
Quickly standing from the mattress, I head into the bathroom, discarding the used condom in the trash before looking in the mirror. The usual gloat and ego are missing from my post-sex glow. Instead, stress is evident on my face.
Because I liked that way more than I should have.
I always like sex, who doesn’t? But that felt like I just had a hit of something I’m going to continually need in order to curb my quickly growing addiction.
The way she can keep up with me, both in bed and with words. Fuck. I thought I ended the chase, but now I think I may have started a whole other game that I’m never going to win.
Did that kiss fuck with my brain instead of hers? And why do I want to cuddle up next to her soft body before round two?
Heading back into the main room, I promptly plop my naked self onto the bed next to her, but before I can pull her body into mine, she slips off the mattress and ducks into the bathroom, which is fine. She’ll be back in a second.
Stevie’s glowing bronzed body comes strutting out from the bathroom a couple of minutes later, and I fully expect her to come right back to bed with me. Every chick tries it, but this is the first time I actually want someone to hang around and relax with me while I get ready for another round.