Better With You (Better Love 2)

“What the hell, Alex,” I groan. “You’re smuggling a freaking baseball bat in your pants.” He laughs at me, loud and uninhibited, and for so long that he has to brace his hands on his knees. “This isn’t a laughing matter, Butch. You’re gonna impale me with that thing.”

He flashes me a salacious grin that I feel all the way to my toes. “I’ll go gentle on you.”

“Oh, no you won’t.” I want to prop my hand on my hip, but I can’t because of how I’m sitting. “Get over here and fuck me so good I’ll be thinking about it for weeks.” The laughter vanishes from his face, and he stalks toward me.

“You want me to slide home,” he growls as he climbs on top of me, boxing me in once more.

“Yes,” and I grab his hair again and pull his mouth to mine.

Alex reaches in the drawer of his bedside table and pulls out a condom, and I take it so I can be the one to put it on him. I grip him and smirk when he thrusts into my hand.

“Patience,” I tease against his mouth, and I slowly roll the condom down his thick shaft. Once it’s on, I rub his head up and down my slit, and I’m so keyed up—so turned on—that I whimper at the contact. Alex places his hand over mine, guides his dick to my entrance, and pushes in. He goes slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size, to the weight and feel of him, and when he’s fully seated, we both moan.

“I can feel you in my throat,” I say on a gasp as he begins to move with long, deep strokes.

“Fuck, Sundance,” he grinds out, “don’t say shit like that.” He hoists one of my legs over his bicep, and I can’t hold back my shuddering cry.

“Oh my god, you feel so good.”

He’s barely moving, but the heavy, full feel of him has me reeling. When he starts to pick up speed, stars dance in my vision, and I move with him, chasing the high. Chasing the sparks.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he pants, and I grab onto his biceps—rock solid and smooth. I can feel them strain under my fingers as he pushes into me, and I squeeze. He kisses me, rabid and hungry, and when I bite his lip, he grunts and thrusts harder.

“Yes,” I urge and buck into him. “Fuck me hard like that.”

“You want it hard, Sundance?” His rough, rhythmic movements don’t falter when he bends down and sucks on my neck, then rumbles onto my skin, “You want me to beat this pussy up?”

“Oh my god, yes.”

He hoists my other leg up, so both are resting on his shoulders, then he shoves something soft under my ass. A pillow, maybe?

“Hold on tight, baby.” He flashes me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, sweat dotting his forehead, his hair framing his face, and I clench around him just to see the lust in his eyes burn brighter. Before I can mirror his grin, he speeds up.

And fuck me.

He pounds into me so hard, so fast, that my teeth rattle and my pussy sings. The spot deep inside that he’s hitting is torturously good. I watch where we’re connected as he moves in and out at rapid speed. From this position, all I can do is watch and grip him, squeeze his arms and dig into his biceps with my nails. I want to move with him, to give him back what I’m getting, but I can’t. He’s in complete control, and I’m obsessing over it. It’s amazing, the way he’s owning me like this. The way he’s hitting me so deep. I don’t want it to end, but I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

“Is this what you wanted?” he says as he does what he promised. As he fucks me so good I’ll be thinking about it for weeks. “You’re gonna feel me for days, Sundance.”

I bounce my eyes between his dick and his face. I don’t know what view is sexier—the picture of dominance on his features or the way he’s stretching and filling me. How red and swollen and soaked my pussy looks. I clench around him, my walls start to convulse, and oh my god, I’m gonna come again.

“Yeah, baby,” he says, never slowing, unrelenting, “come all over my cock. Let me feel that pussy choke my dick.” Holy whoa, the mouth on this one.

“Oh fuck, Alex. Oh fuck, oh my god,” I chant, and I clamp my eyes closed as I detonate. My cry is unrecognizable, animalistic and feral, and he continues thrusting until I’m shaking and shoving at his chest.

He drops my legs and kisses me hard, and I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me. Our tongues tangle, and his hand runs up and down my body, pinching my nipple and squeezing my ass. Then he’s pulling out of me and flipping me onto my stomach, so quickly I don’t realize it happened until my face is in the mattress and he’s pulled my hips up, so I’m on my knees with my ass in the air.

I rise up on my forearms and look over my shoulder, just in time to see him thrust back into me, his eyes on my pussy, and my responding moan matches his in desperation.

“Alex,” I choke out, and he chuckles in that low, rumbling, devious way that vibrates through me.

“We’re not finished yet, Sundance.” He runs his palm down my spine and then smacks my ass. He strokes in and out of me, slower this time, but no less punishing, and despite my exhaustion, I rock my body back into him, feeling my ass hit his hip bones. When he speeds up, so do I, and I have to prop a hand on the headboard to brace myself. To meet him thrust for thrust with equal power.

“You’re going to come again,” he commands behind me and reaches around to rub my clit.

“I am,” I say, and I don’t know if I want to press back into his body or down onto his hand. When he pinches my clit, the decision no longer matters, and I come, for the third time tonight, on his dick as he fucks me, rubbing my clit and stroking inside me until I let out a sob and have to reach beneath myself to still his hand.

He laughs. The fucker laughs, and I’m too blissed out to care.

He grabs my hips and pounds into me a few more times, rhythmless and frantic, until he groans loudly with his release.

I faceplant into the mattress and he gets up to dispose of the condom. Then he drops down next to me, making me bounce from the impact, and for a few minutes, we just lie there panting. I have to wait to regain consciousness—for my soul to return to my body—because oh. My. God. That sex was phenomenal.

I mumble it out, to commend him on a job well done, and he smacks my ass again.

“You’re unbelievable,” he breathes, and I turn my head to meet his eyes. They’re on me. Dark, chocolate brown and dancing with something I’ve never seen before. Some sort of post-sex magical juju or some such sorcery. Whatever it is, I blink and roll over. It’s time for me to bounce before things get weird.

“Nope,” he blurts and puts his giant hand on my thigh, “we’re spooning.”

“You want to cuddle?” I ask on a laugh.

“Fuck yeah, I wanna cuddle,” he says as he pulls and maneuvers me so I’m curled in front of him. “Just give me ten minutes and we can go again.” I feel him settle behind me, his arms draped possessively around my body and his breath warming my scalp through my sweaty sex hair. I barely did anything, but I feel like I just ran one of Kelley’s marathons. My muscles relax despite the unfamiliar territory and my eyelids grow heavy.

“Ten minutes,” I say on a sigh, and let my eyes drift closed.

I wake feeling overheatedand trapped.

There’s something large and heavy holding me down, and for a split second, I feel afraid. But then the surrounding room comes into focus, and I take note of the soothing deep breathing behind me, the familiar muscular arm that’s wrapped around my body, and the large hand that’s currently cupping my breast. I have to stifle a giggle. We’re here, sleeping naked in Alex’s bed, and dude is just casually holding on to my tit. Ridiculous.

Carefully, I remove his hand from my chest, slide my body slowly out from under his arm, then gently put his arm back on the bed. I start to gather my clothes from the nice, easily accessible pile I put them in, but I can’t find my underwear.

Where the hell are they?