“I don’t know where to start first.”
His sincerity makes me chuckle. “Come here and kiss me.”
Gently, he lowers himself over me. The warmth of him soaking into me. The weight of his muscular body pressing me into the mattress. One hand glides down, stroking over my panties, then pushing them aside to run his fingers over my slick folds.
One finger pushes inside and my head rolls to the side. My hips arch up, seeking more of his soft, focused, exploratory touches.
“Sexy girl’s fuckin’ soaked,” he whispers against my ear.
I nod my head frantically. Then my whole body jerks when he scrapes his teeth over the tip of my nipple. The thin material of my bra does nothing to dull the sensation of his warm, wet mouth closing over my breast.
“Ahhh…Z.”
My other breast gets the same treatment until I’m squirming and damn close to begging for his cock.
“Z, please.”
I feel, rather than see the smirk he’s wearing, but he doesn’t answer me, just keeps taking his sweet time licking and tasting me.
It’s going to take a little more persuasion on my part, so I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tug.
“Wait,” he growls.
“I can’t.” In this moment, I’m not ashamed at all. I’m too desperate to have his iron hard cock gliding into me to care that I’m begging.
Thankfully, he takes pity on me. Lifting his head, looking around the room as if he’s as disoriented as I am, he hones in on my nightstand and reaches to grab the condoms he knows I store in the top drawer.
There’s no fumbling. Every movement is deliberate, sure and sexy as hell. He kicks out of his briefs, and hooks his arm under my knee, spreading me wide. His thumb teases against my clit, rubbing in gentle circles for a second before sliding his cock down the length of my slit. Even through the condom, I feel how hot he is. Burning up just like me. When I think I’m going to scream from frustration, he places his cock at my opening and pushes inside, so fucking slow.
The best kind of torture.
Zero
The way Lilly stares up at me while I’m pressing inside her melting hot pussy is enough to make me lose it. But I hold on because I want this to be good for both of us. Her throaty voice in my ear is so fuckin’ sexy as I pull back a bit. She’s so fucking hot and wet, squeezing me so good.
I thrust in deeper and she cries out. Her sharp nails rake down my shoulders. “Harder. More. Please.” Each word comes out in a sexy panting breath.
“Hang on, baby, I’m gonna give you more than you can handle.”
I slide out, then thrust in harder. Over and over, jiggling her amazing tits, slamming her bed into the wall. Her nails dig in deep and I love it.
“Z, I need…I need…”
“I know. Hang on, this feels too good to stop.”
But I do stop, long enough to flip us.
“Oh God, yes,” her eyes practically glow in the light of the moon coming in through her bedroom window. She lowers herself onto me, so fast, she ends up gasping and raising herself right back up. I can’t help chuckling.
“Easy, girl.”
Lilly likes a challenge, and she guides my dick into her hot pussy once more, this time easing herself down slower. Squeezing every inch of me as she takes me inside her body.
“Fuck, that’s good, Lilly. Right there.”
She rakes her nails down my chest and I arch up, driving my cock deeper. The primal groan she lets out makes me feel like a fucking rock star. Reaching up, I draw the straps of her bra down, freeing her perfect, round breasts, then cupping them in my hands. She throws her head back, the ends of her hair tickling against my thighs. Pinching her nipples a bit, I arch up again.
“Fuck me, girl.”
She tips her head down, a lopsided smile lights up her pretty face. “Yes, sir.”
Oh, fuck. “Don’t start that shit.” I laugh.
She lifts her body, then lowers. Rocks up and down, squeezing the fuck out of my dick. I let her have her way with me, until she’s moaning with pleasure, slamming herself down and grinding her pelvis into me. “Fuuuck, that’s so good, Z.”
Yes it is.
I grab her hips and move her, thrusting up each time I yank her down. “Come for me, Lilly.”
“I…” she never finishes. She gasps and moans. Deep, guttural moans that break apart and turn to screams. Raw, honest sounds, unlike any other woman I’ve ever been with.
That’s it. Can’t take any more. I roll her under me and pin her wrists over her head with one hand, thrusting into her hard. Her head rolls to the side, but her hips bump up to meet me thrust for thrust. Her legs tighten around my waist. Suddenly, I’m consumed with the need to have her eyes on me. I need her to see who’s fucking her into oblivion.
I cup her face with one hand, turning her to me. “Look at me.”
Her eyes pop open, and we stare at each other. She fights to free her hands, but I keep her pinned down. I love how she struggles beneath me and the way her eyes never leave my face. Even when she gasps again, cries out.
My cock can’t take any more. I explode inside her with such force I’m surprised her head’s still attached to her body. She slides into another orgasm and I keep thrusting, loving each ecstatic moan. Finally, I have to stop. I barely manage to roll over and drop the condom in the little basket by her bed.
It’s Lilly who pulls me close to her body. That’s new and I like it a lot. Her breath swirls across my chest. She nuzzles her cheek against me and sighs, “Merry Christmas.”
* * *
Lilly
Big, warm arms hold me tight. Opening my eyes, I blink at the daylight and glance down at the heavily-tattooed arm wrapped around me.
Z.
Content, I sigh and relax against him.
“Morning,” he rumbles from behind me.
Wriggling against him, I murmur my own good morning. Rough fingers trace up my arm, teasing my hair over my shoulder. His stubbly cheek rubs over my back, firm lips blaze a trail up my neck, behind my ear.
Loud thumping from the living room, startles us apart.
“The fuck?” Z snarls, reaching for his clothes and most likely a gun.
Bracing a hand on his shoulder, I listen carefully.
“Lilly!” comes the muffled shout.
Fuck!
Z scowls at me. “You expectin’ someone sweetheart?”
“No.”
But I should have expected this. My brother, Alex, always stops by on Christmas morning to give me a pep talk before we head to my parents’. This is the worst. He’s already seen Z’s truck parked in my driveway and will have a million questions for me.
Fuck.
Throwing back the covers, I scurry around the room throwing on clothes so I can go greet my brother.
Zero
What the motherfuck?
I was about to have myself a very nice Christmas morning fuck. My cock is throbbing at the thought of sinking back inside Lilly. But she’s racing around the room, like a nut.
’Cause there’s another dude at her front door.
I don’t believe this shit.
Neither of us want to be exclusive. We’ve had that talk. This arrangement suits me perfectly.
So why am I so fuckin’ pissed right now?
At least I got here first.
Whoever’s out there sounds just as pissed. Worried about my girl, I throw on my jeans and decide to put on a good show for her visitor.