Just Like That

“How long, Tinker Bell?”

“I don’t know. I came up here after I texted you. Maybe ten minutes?”

Jesus fucking Christ. Ample time for a peeping tom to fill his phone with photos.

“Ten?”

“Yeah, ten.”

“Turn around, put your hands on the countertop.”

She starts to obey and then hesitates, eyeing me carefully.

“Why?”

“Because someone needs to remind you that your future matters, and it’s clearly not going to be you. Turn around. Hands on the countertop.”

My nostrils flare as she turns, her eyes glued to mine. Placing her hands on the stainless steel countertop, she arches her back, her gorgeous ass wiggling a little as she positions herself.

“Eyes front. Look at the countertop, and don’t look away.”

“What are you going to do?” she whispers, sounding curious, her head turning, so she is looking where I instructed.

“I’m going to spank you. Ten times. One for each minute you were in that pool naked.”

“Oh.”

Fucking hell. This is already completely out of character for me. Her breathy, excited little response drives all rational thought from my mind.

Positioning myself behind and to the side, my body shields her if anyone else is crazy enough to come up here on a miserably cold night for a swim.

I run one of my hands down her smooth back, my breathing hitching when hers does. Leaving my hand on the small of her back, my fingers stroking there, I lift my other hand, bringing it down on her shapely ass.

Mel yelps as the sharp, stinging sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the space. The only other sound is the harshness of our breathing.

“That’s one,” I say quietly, my voice controlled. “Nine to go. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Mel whispers, keeping her eyes locked on the countertop, just like I told her to. Thank fuck. I don’t want to stop either. I’ve never spanked a woman before, but this is fucking hot.

I bring my hand down on her other ass cheek. “Two. Continue?”

“Yes. Please.” Her voice is breathy with need. I think her begging please just broke my brain.

Continuing to count, I bring my palm down repeatedly, alternating sides. By five, she is panting, letting out small moans with each smack, which has my cock achingly hard, pressing against my zipper.

I continue, my palm tingling, and her ass turning red under my strokes.

“Ten.”

The word hangs in the air between us. Mel is panting heavily. My breathing is barely under control.

My hand tentatively caresses the heated, red flesh of her ass, and she whimpers. I have to know. Slipping my hand further down, I find her core between her legs. Fuck. She’s so wet.

“I need to fuck you, Tinker Bell,” I grit out. She nods her head frantically, still staring at the countertop.

“Yes. Yes.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. My fingers find her clit, playing with it as my other hand plunges into my pocket, digging out my wallet. I drop it onto the countertop beside her, using my single hand to locate the condom I keep there and pull it out. Tearing it with my teeth, I have my fly down and the condom on in seconds.

Mel’s ass is still a shining red as my fingers leave her clit, and I position myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I smoothly slide inside. She’s so wet from our little spanking session, I’m balls deep in her in no time. A groan rips its way out of my throat, my head tipping back. Fuck, she feels so good.

Mel drops from her hands to her elbows, bracing herself on her forearms as she eagerly presses back, taking me deep. I have never had sex fully clothed while my partner is completely naked, and I’ve definitely never had sex outside. I guess tonight is a night for a lot of firsts.

Pumping firmly, I keep one hand on her waist, holding her in position. My other hand skates over the still-sensitive flesh of her ass. It’s still bright red from my spanking, and it’s the fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen. This might be completely out of character, and Tinker Bell might not be my type, but this has to be one of the best sexual experiences of my life, if not the best.

She’s close. I can feel it from the way her pussy grips at my dick, trying to keep me in place every time I withdraw.

“That’s it, Tinker Bell,” I murmur, stroking her ass again. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, nodding her head again, throwing her hips back to meet my thrusts. Her legs start trembling, and her pussy muscles clench down on my dick, drawing a hiss from me. So fucking good.

I keep pumping as she whimpers and comes, using the tight, squeezing muscles to milk my thrusts. I don’t want this moment to be over.

“Just like that, Tinker Bell. Just like that.”

Finally, I can’t hold it off any longer, throwing my head back, the breath hissing between my gritted teeth as I come. Sucking in deep breaths, I withdraw, sliding off the condom, my eyes lingering on her gorgeous, red ass.

“Get dressed, Tinker Bell.”

She stands, still looking shaky on those legs, turning around. Her eyes drop to my dick, where I’m still removing the condom, and she licks her lips. I return the favor, my tongue wetting my dry lips as my eyes skate over her high breasts with their hard, pointed nipples.

As I zip my dick away, disposing of the condom in the communal trashcan, Mel steps into her jeans and sweater, clutching her towel to her chest.

MEL

Pete is silent as he ushers me into the elevator, punching the button for the fourth floor. Like always, he stands in the opposite corner from me. After spanking and fucking me, you would think he would feel more comfortable standing beside me in the elevator.

Speaking of spanking and fucking, I need to take a moment to revel in how hot that little session was. I’ve never been spanked before – not kinkily – and I never imagined how freaking hot it would be. It was a bit embarrassing when he touched me between my legs and felt how slick I was, but then he was inside me… so what the hell. He didn’t seem embarrassed by it.

When we reach my door, he pauses. Should I invite him in? I have something I want to ask, and he might not appreciate me asking it in a communal hallway.

“Coffee?”

Pete eyes me for a moment, a ghost of a smile crossing his face. “Sure, Tinker Bell. I could have a cup.”

He follows me into the small entryway, where I leave my towel, and down the narrow galley kitchen hallway. I wave my hand toward the tiny living area, and he crosses to it, his eyes taking in the three-seater deep blue couch and the cream, puffy armchair. He takes the armchair, my stomach jolting a little. Okay, no snuggling.

I set the coffee machine going, my eyes darting over to him as I wait for it to brew. Pete looks remarkably comfortable here, in my space, his eyes fixed on the trees in the park out the window. We were lucky enough to get an apartment on the back of the building, so we don’t have to look over the street.