Page 7 of Inside the Penalty Box

“Why?” he whispered, pulling his lips from mine and looking down into my eyes.

“Because…I’m going to…come,” I whispered shyly.

“Come for me then,” he whispered back, applying a little more pressure, now circling my clit over and over.

He held me tight in his arms as I felt my legs shake. In that moment, something came over me, and I brought my hands to his waist, pulling at the button on his pants, opening them.

“Fuck me,” he hissed as I gripped his cock firmly and began stroking him.

His mouth crashed into mine hard as he pulled his hand from my panties, providing me with relief. Then he pulled my hand from his boxers, picked me up, and carried me over to the bed.

Dropping me onto the mattress, he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. My eyes travelled down his muscular chest to his eight-pack. I couldn’t help but stare for a moment. I’d never been with a guy in such shape. When he met my eyes, I pulled my shirt off and dropped it to the floor as well. Then he dropped his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. I bit my bottom lip. Even his cock was amazing.

“Lift,” he demanded as he took hold of my skirt and panties.

Excitement filled me. I swallowed hard as I did as I was told, and he pulled them off me, dropping them to the floor. Pushing me down on the bed, he knelt on the mattress and spread me open before him.

Moonlight poured through the sliding glass door enough that I could see his eyes wash over me. My stomach swirled with nerves, and as I watched his eyes roam my body, I was suddenly thankful the lights weren’t on.

He took a moment to run his thumb through my wetness, then bent down to kiss me hard. He then leaned over, pulling a box off the night-table, and ripped open a condom wrapper, slid it on himself, and then lined himself up at my opening.

I could feel the intrusion starting and closed my eyes as I let out a small moan.

“Just relax,” he said, inching his way a little more, practically torturing me as I felt the stretch.

I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to remove every memory of my ex from my brain.

“Relax,” he soothed, bringing his thumb to my clit, rubbing me as he continued to slowly work his way inside me.

“That’s it,” he said breathlessly when I let out a loud moan as he gave me my wish, fully seating himself inside of me.

I closed my eyes as he started pumping into me. Slow at first, then a little faster, a little harder. I could feel my orgasm building once again, and he reached down between us, his thumb finding my clit once again.

“I want you to come before me,” he panted. “Girls always get to come before me.”

I didn’t know what it was about his voice saying those words that turned me on so much, but I felt my climax building fast. I gripped the sheets and went to place my hand on his to stop him from rubbing that sensitive bundle, but he took hold of my hands and held them above my head, pinning me to the mattress.

“Don’t even think about it.” He groaned. “You come before me, got it?”

Somewhere inside of me, I liked he was taking control and telling me how it was going to be. That differed from anything I’d ever experienced, so I did what he wanted.

I could feel the heat at the base of my spine build, and I tried to pull my hands from his one-handed grip, but it was useless. My legs went numb as my orgasm ripped through me, causing me to cry out. He let go of my hands and pumped hard into me, going deeper than before. His breathing changed, his muscles flexed, and he held me tight as he let go, eventually collapsing on me, breathing hard into the mattress.

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I woke with a start. I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep because I didn’t remember coming back to my room. I didn’t remember having that much to drink that I’d black out on my way back to my room, either. Regardless, I stretched and let out a breath, wondering what on earth had prompted that kind of dream. It had been so real, so vivid, it was as if it had actually happened. It was then I felt the bed move and someone let out a snore. Afraid to move, I glanced at the clock. A little after three. I quickly sat up, my body aching in spots it hadn’t in a while, reminding me that the dream I’d had wasn’t a dream but had really happened.

Panic filled my chest. Had I really had a one-night stand with a guy whose name I didn’t know? Had I really acted just like my mother? Tears escaped my eyes. It was tequila, way too much tequila. That was what had happened, and Willow. She’d left me alone to be with that guy. If I knew her well, which I did, she’d probably set the entire thing up. The guy who distracted her and had sent me heading back to my room instead of sitting alone at a table was the entire reason I was in this mess. I tried to gather my thoughts as the man sleeping beside me let out a huge snore and rolled onto his stomach.

I had to get out of here before he woke. There was no way I could handle another round with him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to either. He’d literally just blown my mind.

I slid from the bed, careful not to make any noise. I walked around the bed, bent down and grabbed my skirt, then my T-shirt. Stepping into the skirt, I threw my T-shirt over my head before realizing I didn’t have my bra or my panties. I glanced around the room and spotted my bra slung over the TV, but my panties were nowhere to be found. Looking around the room again, I tried to think about when he’d taken them off but drew a blank as he shifted on the bed and stopped snoring. I needed to get out of here before he woke up.

As I made my way to the door, I began thinking of Lorelai. If she woke up and didn’t find me in our room, she’d panic and probably call hotel security. I could just imagine her waking the others. It would be an embarrassing disaster that I hoped wouldn’t happen.

I glanced at the door and held my breath as I waited for him to snore again. Surely, if I opened the door we’d come in, he’d wake. I glanced over to the large sliding door at the opposite end of the room and knew that was going to be my only chance.

As soon as he started snoring again, I grabbed my shoes, tiptoed to the other door, grabbing my bra on the way and slid the door open, slipping outside. I took one glance back to see if I could see my panties on the floor, but there was nothing. Then I looked over to make sure he was still asleep. He was, so I carefully and quietly shut the door.

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