That One Night: A Pucking Around Prequel Novella (16)

“Mmm,” she hums, her hands in my hair, her legs squeezing around my waist. “You feel so good. So big.”

I open my eyes, unaware I’d shut them. She’s got her head thrown back, her dark hair splayed around her on the bed, and she’s smiling. With the smudged dark makeup and the piercings, she looks like a fallen angel. My angel.

No holding back now. I thrust deep, burying myself to the hilt. She groans with pleasure, her hands drifting back to my shoulders. I do it again, loving the look of her breasts bouncing, those pointed nipples peaked and perfect. I drop my mouth to her breast, arching my back as I drive into her.

“Yes,” she pants, her arms falling to the bed, framing her face. “God, I love the feel of you inside me. So full. You’ve got a gorgeous cock.”

I laugh, popping off her tit. She’s grinning too, blissed out from the orgasm I just gave her. I have to taste her. Need her smart mouth on mine. I bury my tongue between her open lips, needing to fill her up everywhere.

She moans into the kiss, and we tongue fuck, her arm around my neck. She snakes her other hand down, gripping tight to my ass. Her nails scrape over my ass cheek, and I groan, increasing the speed of my thrusts.

At the first clench of her pussy around my bare cock, I’m done. My entire body sparks like a stick of dynamite. Growling deep, I break our kiss, my hands grabbing her thighs. I want more. I want to be buried in this girl so deep when I come. I want to be part of her. I lean back, working her hips and thighs until she’s all but folded in half, her legs on my shoulders, toes pointed in the air.

“Ohmygod—ohmygod—” she screams, her mouth open as she pants.

Her pussy is clenching me so tight. This girl is my new everything. She’s so responsive to me, so perfectly fuckable. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her in place, keeping her squeezed tight, and I pound the ever-loving fuck out of her.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she cries. “Oh god, I’m right there—you’re so deep—”

“I know, baby—I know—god—” I’m a trembling mess, my dick slamming her, owning her, as my hips give her everything I’ve got. My heart is racing. I can’t hold on any longer. Damn, I wanted her to come again first. “Baby, I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” she cries. “Come inside me. Ahh—” She squeezes me again. “Now—”

And I do. My back arches and I cry out as I unload inside her tight pussy. It’s the most incredible feeling, and she takes all of me. She’s squeezing me so hard, and I know she’s coming too.

I shiver, feeling the last twitch of my dick deep inside her. Beneath me, she’s panting, her chest rising and falling. We’re both sweaty and shaking. I loosen my hold on her legs and they fall boneless to the bed. The change in angle makes my dick twitch again.

I pull out of her and we both groan. My body feels airless, like suddenly I’m a flat tire. I don’t even bother trying to roll away, I just sink down on top of her between her thighs, my face pillowed on her stomach.

She sighs contentedly, her hands going to my hair. I shift slightly, grunting in a post-sex haze until I can get comfortable. She settles back, her peaked nipples happy to have the tent of my hands on them. She drags her fingers featherlight across my scalp and I let out a heavy breath.

Outside the windows of the hotel room, the storm rages, rain lashing against the glass. Thunder still rumbles, but it sounds farther away now. The lights of the city glow as late afternoon begins to feel like night.

“Stay with me tonight,” she murmurs. It’s not a question.

“Yes.”

As if there’s anywhere else I’d rather be?





8





After Mystery Boy graciously gifts me two of the best orgasms of my life, we take turns in the bathroom getting cleaned up. While he’s in there, I order down to the restaurant for room service. It’s almost dinner time, and I’m starving. But there’s no way I’m leaving this room. It feels like the moment I do, the magic will break.

I slip on my white hotel robe, pulling my hair up into a messy topknot. When I took my turn in the bathroom, I did the bare minimum to wipe the makeup off my face and remove my contacts. My vision isn’t great, but its good enough to get by without bothering with my glasses. As long as he doesn’t ask me to drive him anywhere tonight, I’ll be good.

He comes out of the bathroom naked, totally at ease in his own skin. Sauntering across the suite, he snatches up his discarded briefs and tugs them on, which does the bare minimum to conceal the perfect roundness of his ass. Lord have mercy, how many squats does it take to get glutes that juicy? All the ladies need to know.

I stifle a grin, busying myself with looking for the TV remote.

He joins me on the sofa, sinking down with a soft groan. He sits right next to me, not caring that there’s a whole other end. He grabs my legs, flipping me until I’m partially in his lap. His calloused thumb rubs little circles on my ankle as he visibly relaxes. He just needs to be touching me. I understand the sentiment; I’m feeling the same way about him.

“I ordered down for some room service. Hope you don’t mind steak.”

He smiles, his head tipped back against the back of the sofa, eyes closed. “Sounds perfect.”

I flip the channel to SportsCenter. Below the TV, the electric fire burns. I took the time to turn on a few lamps too. This end of the suite is now bathed in golden light, while the far end near the windows is dark and stormy. The shadows of the rain dance across the rumpled white bedspread. I love the contrast of feeling warm and bright in his arms while a cold, grey storm rages all around us.