Page 23 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

“You’re spending the night with us,” Diesel tells her, and I chuckle at her blushing. Love how shy she is outside of the bedroom.

“Uhm,” her eyes float over to her friend talking with Hudson.

“We’ll get her a room,” I reassure.

Biting her lip, she nods her head as Major slowly lets her slide down his body until her feet plant firmly on the ground. “We should probably get back to our seats. I’ll see you after?” We nod, and she gives us each a lingering kiss before returning to her friend. The two huddle together before whispering, giggling, and running back up to their seats.

As Hudson saunters over, I laugh at the lovestruck look on his face. “Get her name?” I ask, and he gives a Cheshire grin as he nods.

The rest of the game was filled with hard hits, that hat trick I wanted—second of the season so far—and Major making some record-breaking saves where some should have gone in. We were playing to impress, and by the way Asta and her friend cheered, I think it worked.

We’re out of the dressing room in record time, and as soon as I see Asta, I wrap her up in my arms before carrying her out the players’ exit. “Colton!” she squeals with laughter as her friend shakes her head. “Put me down!” Ignoring her plea, I wait until we’re in the back of our rental before dragging her face in for a searing kiss.

Major gets in the driver’s seat while her friend takes the passenger side, with Asta in between me and Diesel in the back. Immediately, Diesel pulls her face towards him and claims her lips. They get lost in each other as we drive through the city to our hotel.

“So, I’m Cecily. Asta’s bestie since forever.” Cecily grins as she watches Diesel and Asta for a few seconds.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Colt, that’s Major, and the one currently inhaling your friend is Diesel.” The man in question raises a hand in a quick wave before gripping a chunk of Asta’s hair and tilting her head the way he wants.

“We’ve got you a room down the hall from ours, and Hudson asked me to give you this.” I hand her a piece of paper with his name and number on it. She blushes fiercely as she accepts it. “He’s a good guy if that means anything.”

“I’ll, uhm, thanks.” She stares at it briefly before tucking it away in her bag.

When we arrive at the hotel, Major takes Asta up to our room while Diesel and I wait with Cecily to get her room in order and escort her to her door. With a hesitant step at the entrance, she turns back to us.

“Don’t hurt her, okay? Her family has done enough of that to last ten lifetimes.” Dies and I share a look before nodding as she closes the door behind her.

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Major

“Strip,” I demand as soon as the door slams shut behind us. The ferocity in which I need Asta is overwhelming and eating at me. “Leave my jersey on.” Stripping myself, all I can picture is our girl on her hands and knees, my cock plowing in and out of her tight little asshole, and my number on her back as she begs for more.

“Like this?” she asks as she steps out of her bottoms. The jersey hangs just a little too long down her thighs, giving me a nice tease.

Biting into my lip to maintain some kind of control, I grip her hips tight and spin her around. Leaning forward, I push her hair over and lick up the side of her neck, nibbling below her ear.

“You look so damn good in my number, kitten.” She moans as I push the hem up and graze my hands along her body, squeezing and massaging until I reach her taut little ass cheeks. Spreading them so I can rub my dick against her, I whisper, “On your knees, ass in the air, and baby, spread these cheeks nice and wide so I can see where I’m fucking tonight.”

“Oh god.” She shakes against me as she moves slowly to do as I ask. We won’t have long until Colt and Diesel arrive, and I’d like to be balls deep inside her rosebud.

“That’s a good girl.” I suppress a moan when she wiggles her ass dramatically back at me. “Head and chest flat on the bed.” She follows my instructions like she’s born to it. “Spread your legs wide.” I must squeeze my dick to stop the flow of cum dying to spray across her body. “Christ, Asta. You are so damn beautiful, kitten.”

Smoothing a hand across her peachy flesh, she steals the breath from my lungs when she says, “Thank you, Sir.” My eyes close as the pleasure engulfs me, crackling in the air like a living, breathing entity.

“Show me what I want,” I demand, my voice lowering with authority. A shiver works up her spine as her hands come back, her perfectly polished nails grip her cheeks, and she pulls wide. Showing me her beautiful rose, just waiting for my penetration. “Stunning.” I rustle a bit, reaching out to touch her. As I slide my finger across the taut ring, she pushes back into me.

“Please, Sir.” This girl is my undoing.

Slipping a hand down to her slit, I spread her swollen lips and push two fingers inside of her, immediately seeking out her g-spot, knowing an instant orgasm would coat my fingers in enough of her juices to lube up my dick and her ass.

“Oh!” she cries out as her body flushes crimson, her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she vibrates with satisfaction. “Thank you, Sir,” Asta sighs when she’s caught her breath.

Drawing back my hand, I’m literally dripping with her cream as I wrap it around my cock before rubbing some of the excess on her pink hole. Slipping a finger inside, her breath catches, but she remains relaxed.

As I slowly stretch her out, I must ask, “Why sir?” Her hum of need makes me sweat.

“You’re so authoritative, it felt fitting.” Her eyes open, and she spears me with those beautiful orbs. “Do you not like it?”

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