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“Hmmm, what could we do before going to sleep?” I ask, tapping my chin. Sex has never been playful for me, not until Paige. “We could watch a movie?”
She shakes her head and damn if her tits don’t jiggle just a little.
“We could play a game,” I look around the room, “give me five minutes and this place’ll look like a hockey rink.”
She smiles and shakes her head again. “I don’t want to play hockey.”
“Then what do you want to do, Paige?” I ask as I lift her onto my lap. She’s straddling me now, her legs spread across my thighs, her center right over my dick, which is hard as granite.
Quietly, leaning into the crook of my neck and biting lightly on the tender flesh of my ear, she says, “I want you to fuck me, Spencer.” Jesus. Who knew my ear was an erogenous zone, but a jolt of pleasure goes straight to my dick with every nip and lick.
My hands span her waist easily and I rock her gently back and forth. It’s not nearly enough, especially when there’s a king-sized bed mere feet away, but I can’t tear myself away from her, even for a moment.
While I’m transfixed by the feel of her breasts against my chest, her breath against my cheek, she’s still moving her sweet body on mine and whispering filthy things in my ear. Sweet Christ, how did I ever get so lucky?
“Do you want to fuck me, Spence? Do you want your dick inside me? Hmm? God, I want that. I want to feel you move inside me. I want your thick, uhhhh,” she moans and I grab her ass, “...cock inside me. I want to feel your balls when—”
Jesus. This show’s about to be over if she keeps talking. With little effort, except what it takes not to come in my pants, I grip her ass firmly and stand, walking us over to the bed. I toss her on it, not harshly, but just enough so she bounces lightly. “Strip,” I tell her, my voice rough and growly. I peel off my own clothes with no hesitation and then I look at her sprawled out in front of me. “Strip down to your underwear.”
“What if I’m not wearing any?” she asks.
“Fuck. Me.”
“That’s the plan.” She smiles as she kneels on the bed, stretching out to reach her arms around my neck.
We’re both naked now, and for once, I want to take my time. At school, we’re always rushing somewhere or tired from something and there’s noise everywhere. Not that our sex life isn’t more incredible than I could have imagined—it is. It’s just, I don’t know. Tonight feels stolen, in the very best way. I’m not supposed to be here. We can make some noise, bang a headboard. Fuck for three hours without someone’s alarm going off or a teammate barging into my room for tissues or deodorant.
“Pull back the covers, baby,”
She throws the probably gross standard-issue quilt on the floor and pulls back the sheets as I turn off the overhead light. We’re left with just the glow of the desk lamp, and I move to the windows to close the shade. I dig through my bag for a condom and roll it on. Grabbing my phone from the pocket of the joggers I tossed to the floor, I set five alarms and then crawl into bed next to her. I’m not waiting another minute to touch her.
She’s spread out on the soft, white sheets. Her hair paints the stark white pillowcase and I swear I could just look at her for days. But my girl is not known for her patience, so I don’t delay.
My hands roam over her belly and rib cage, feathering up over her breasts. Instinctively, she arches her neck and spreads her legs wide. Her body is calling out to mine, and I’m drawn to her.
“I need you,” I tell her. “Spending last night alone was fucking torture. But I want to take my time and worship every gorgeous inch of you. I think I’ll start...here,” I say, cupping her breast in my left hand and sucking her perfect pink nipple into my mouth. She writhes against me, threading her fingers through my hair, pulling at the strands until I turn my attention to her other breast.
My dick is so hard it hurts. Paige reaches between us to stroke me and I cry out—god, I can’t help it. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.” I’m on top of her now, push-up style, and she wraps her legs around me, drawing me closer. I suck and lick at her breasts because I just can’t get enough of the way it makes her moan.
“I need you. I need you inside of me, Spence.”
I can’t deny her any longer and I enter her in one thrust, the heat of her body enveloping me, and holy hell. Her body is wet and warm and when I suck her nipple in my mouth again, then flick it hard with my tongue, she comes hard and her muscles convulse around my dick.
“Yes, holy...Spencer.” Her breath comes in pants and her pleasure is the only thing on my mind. I’m not worried about myself. I’ll get my rocks off, easy. Being inside Paige is fucking heaven. But I can wait. It’s such sweet torture.
“God, I love it when you come on my dick,” I tell her, leaning on my right arm as I move my left hand to the space between us. “Give me one more?”
She cries out when I touch her most sensitive skin. “Yes, fuck, yes.” Her words turn incoherent as I gently rub her clit with my thumb. Fuck. I can still feel her walls clenching around my dick and the sensations heighten as she chases another orgasm.
“Spence, I...oh….uhhhhh…” she mumbles and moans and the sounds go straight to my dick.
“Yeah? You want it? You want another, Paige? Fuck, I know you do. I can feel it.” I keep a steady rhythm as I push into her body with my hips and circle her clit with my thumb. “God...That’s it, baby, get there, fuck…” She grips the sheets tightly and cries out, triggering my release.
Hours later, we’re still tangled up in each other. She’s curled into my side, her head on my chest and her right leg wrapped around my left. We were talking, but then she started making no sense and drifting off, so I reached over to turn off the lamp, effectively making the room pitch black.
It’s so quiet, I swear I can hear the sound of her heartbeat. Or maybe that’s mine.
Palming my phone, I set five alarms for tomorrow morning. I can’t afford to be late, even to practice with Buddha and Goat.
