“See,” I said, my voice teasing, as she handed me the bottles of shampoo and conditioner, “look at all this space. That’s how the Navy packs a bag.”
Gemma launched herself at me and pinned me down flat on the bed. “Ya wanna keep running your mouth, sailor? Or you think you can find something better to do with it?”
“I’d rather find something better for you to do with yours.” I grinned up at her.
She tightened her grip on my wrist. I wrapped my casted arm around her and pulled her down closer. When she was close enough, I raised my head from the bed and captured her mouth.
Every emotion and remnant of fear and frustration channeled into the kiss that went from zero to sixty in three seconds flat.
Gemma moaned softly as I parted her lips with my tongue and ran it over the surface of hers. She loosened her grip on my wrist and I took advantage of her distraction to flip her over onto her back. She grinned up at me. “So it’s like that, huh?”
“I’m The Player, baby. I always win.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes, but her mocking quickly dissolved as I seared her lips with another intense kiss. Within minutes, we were stripping one another, and our bodies melted together like hot wax. I was in no mood to go slow and tease and caress her. I wanted to be buried inside her, working out my frustrations in a fit of hot passion.
When Gemma’s clothes were all lying on the floor, joining the mess of other clothes, she managed to wrangle me out of my jeans, jacket, and shirt, and was working on tugging down the waist of my boxers.
She was in just as much of a hurry as I was.
I grinned up at her as my cock sprang free from my boxer briefs and she let them drop to the floor. “Now, what was it I was saying about keeping your mouth busy…”
“Hmmm. I’m not sure…” she teased, stroking her fingers up my dick. I shuddered at her feather-light touch that set my skin on fire.
“Gemma,” I hissed, as her fingers closed around my balls and caressed them slowly. “Don’t make me wait.”
“Why not? It’s fun watching you squirm.”
“I’ll make you regret it,” I warned, smiling at her.
She took a step closer, her perky nipples brushing against my chest. “Oh, now I’m worried.”
“A glutton for punishment, huh?”
She shrugged but licked her lips slowly. “Depends on the punishment.”
Fuck, she’s sexy.
My cock twitched against her thigh, and she smiled up at me, her hand still wrapped around my balls, stroking them absently. I reached behind her, sliding my flat hand down her low back, over the curve of her ass, and then raised it a few inches. “Last warning, Gemma.”
She flashed a devil may care smile and I took the invitation to slap her bare ass. It was a light, playful slap, but enough to make her shiver.
With a smile, she climbed up onto her bed and got on all fours, positioning herself for me to continue.
Which I gladly did.
I smacked her ass again and she moaned. When I slipped a finger between her cheeks, and through her folds, I grinned at how drenched and ready she was. I grabbed a condom from her bedside table and slipped it on before I delivered another slap.
“Harder,” Gemma said, her voice delirious with lust.
I teased her with the tip of my cock and then slapped her ass again, with my flat palm, this time leaving a red mark on her fair skin.
To my surprise—and delight—she continued begging for more and when I entered her, she spasmed and contracted so much I thought she came with the first thrust. I gave her a new spanking before each thrust and her ass cheek was bright red from the repeated slaps. I hadn’t hit her hard enough to make it bruise, but the mark would likely remain red for the rest of the night. The thought excited me and made me want to mark her in other ways.
“Are you going to behave, Gemma? And let me take care of you?”
“Uh-huh,” she groaned.
I thrust deeper inside her and her groan became more urgent and needy. “Good girl.” I rubbed the tender spot on her bare ass, massaging the mark. She spread her legs wider and I thrust harder and deeper still. She arched, begging for release, when I felt myself thicken. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. I didn’t want to.
Before I came, I tore off the condom and pulled out at the last second and shot my load all over her bare ass. Gemma was moaning from her own release as I rubbed the jizz onto her skin. She sank down to the mattress and blew out a puff of air and I lay down beside her, for the first time feeling the stitches in my side protesting against my vigor.