6. LEVI SPANDEX
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LEVI "SPANDEX"
Sven doesn’t waste any time. As soon as our hottie is breathing more evenly, he has his condom on and her up on her hands and knees in the position that partially earned him his nickname.
Of course, on the ice, that name comes from how doggedly he goes after the puck, but Hottie doesn’t care about those explanations. No. Hottie needs to be fucked, plain and simple—stroked deep and stretched to take it all. While watching what Eric does is enough to whet my appetite, it’s Sven who delivers the main course. He’ll have her convinced she’s reached her limit, that she’s completely spent… and that’s when I step in.
I’m the one who takes her to places she didn’t even know she wanted to go. I have to go last—otherwise, the night’s over before it even begins. I’m the grand finale, the cherry on top, leaving her ruined, blissfully spent, and throbbing for an encore.
And when I finally claim her after holding back for so long, every second of torture will have been worth it the moment my release floods her waiting mouth.
She’s exhausted, but she’s a vision of pure temptation, her body arching beautifully in the perfect doggie style position. Her head and elbows rest on the mattress, her breaths ragged and uneven. Probably from sheer exhaustion—Eric knows how to take a woman to pound town just as well as the rest of us. Now, Sven pistons into her with all the vigor of a man who’s been starved for too damn long. I know the feeling. We’re all sharing the same boat, and it’s a good thing we’re also sharing her.
“This pussy,” Sven grunts. He reaches over and gathers her hair in one hand, tugging it slightly to tilt her head back. “You’re so fuckin’ tight… and wet . That’s right. Be a good girl and drip all over Daddy. You’ve been saving it all just for me, haven’t you?”
Hottie lets out the most seductive moan I’ve ever heard as she reaches behind her with one hand and pulls him closer with every dig, as if he can’t get deep enough.
I have such a hard erection that I have to repress a hiss as I unbutton my fly like it’s a release valve. Too much pressure has built up to not set my dick free from its prison. So now, I’m exposed and pointing at our one night stand like a goddamn arrow.
Sven ramps up his fucking like a man possessed, an untamed animal, his blonde hair glinting as he ruts out his need. He tugs her hair back further, just enough to expose her eyes, his breath hot and ragged as he huffs out, “Now, tell me who’s pussy this is.”
“Yours, Daddy…” Hottie keens with ecstasy, her body trembling uncontrollably as her orgasm rips through her. “Ohh my… God. ”
His grip tightens around her hair. "That's my good girl. Now, let me hear you beg for more."
"Please, Daddy," she whimpers, taking all of him like a fucking champ.
It's turning me on so much seeing the tiny fingerprint bruises he's leaving behind on the pale flesh of those hips of hers. He’s gripping her with a lot of power, and by the looks of it, she wants it.
But the thing about him and Eric is they would never push a lover too far, even with Sven’s penchant for rough sex. That’s not always the case for me, though. But I can keep the beast inside me on his leash for a little bit longer.
Out of my peripheral vision, Eric appears beside me here at the foot of the bed, probably after making a pitstop in the bathroom to take care of his spent condom. My bandwidth isn’t wide enough to focus on him, though. I’m too enthralled by what’s playing out right in front of me.
“Mmm… muh. I’m gonna come, again,” our hottie declares, sounding almost alarmed. Then, as if her words were a threat, she does.
But since the number to beat is four, Sven isn’t about to throw in the towel anytime soon. As our captain and star power forward, he has a reputation for sealing the deal. If he goes after something, he gets it, and he’s proving that to our newest conquest. He’s savoring every moment with her, admiring her, indulging in her longer than I’ve ever seen him do with anyone else.
There’s something different about this one, something I haven’t yet been able to put my finger on. We’ve done this about a dozen times, but none of the women fascinated me to the degree this one does. I’m not sure what it is—the beauty of her face, her flawlessly proportioned body with those top-shelf breasts, or something else. But it’s beyond beauty. There’s a vulnerability behind those doe-like eyes of hers.
Yeah, I’m horny. And sure, I’ve been craving a night like this all summer. But for me, nights like these are usually just about the sex—no strings, no deeper meaning. Yet, here we are, in a new territory. Maybe it’s the way she holds herself, like she’s wearing a brave mask to hide the cracks underneath. Scars that aren’t visible to the eye, but I can sense them aching for the kind of intimate healing I suddenly feel compelled to give.
It's all too familiar.
Hottie’s breasts, her nipples tweaked by Sven until they’re a rosy pink, are pieces of art as they jiggle and judder with every small movement she makes. With her on all fours like this, they’re much more oblong, and if I were tempted to break our protocol, I might just crawl under her and suck one—or both—into my mouth. Sven already did, but he’s the captain, so he gets a pass. Still, I can’t help but think that if the situation were right, taking a hottie together would be next level ecstasy.
“Fuck, yeah,” Sven groans as he buries his dick in and out of her creamy pussy. He’s the noisiest of all of us, especially when he wrings another two climaxes from her in rapid succession before spanking her ass.
“ Ow ” she gasps, jumping in surprise.
Sven immediately shuts everything down. “Hottie, are you okay? You need me to stop?”
“No!” she demands. “I need you to keep going. Faster, harder.”
So… she’s like me. Not that we’re all not a little fucked up, but when that barest nip of pain crosses over into pleasure for someone, it tells me that we’ve got some shit in common—our own kind of damage. It’s a raw connection that tugs at something deep behind my ribcage, a sensation I don’t entirely understand, so I brush it off, chalking it up to a strained muscle from practice, and force myself to focus on the scene in front of me.
There’s no room for emotions here.
All I can think about is tasting her cum, wrecking that perfect pussy of hers with my cock, and losing myself in every second of it.
Sven adjusts his technique by laying her on her side and hooking her leg back over his hip before spanking her again. This time, though, it’s not her ass—it’s her clit. The reaction is immediate: a guttural moan that transforms into an open-mouthed, silent cry, her chin tilting toward the ceiling as pleasure overtakes her. That’s number five for her. Now, it’s just a question of whether my captain can hold out longer than Eric.
When Sven slows a bit, playing his fingers over her folds like she’s a musical instrument, it’s clear that he’s attempting number six. He’s like a savant with the female form, and mere heartbeats pass before she falls over that final summit. And Sven is right there with her—his body jerking, a savage growl escaping his lips as he throws his head back, lost in the raw rapture of release.
“Fuckin’ A.”
He thinks he’s won, I can tell. Six climaxes from a lover? That’s impressive. But I’m a goalie, and the buck—as well as the puck—stops with me.
I bide my time as Sven floats down from his high and pulls his dick out of her. She’s lying there on that bed as if she’s been transformed into putty, but this is a critical time in our one night stand. If I let her lie there too long, she could doze off. But if I rush her, she might be too tired to be responsive, and there’s nothing I loathe more.
Limp and lifeless lovers have never appealed to me. Why some men roofie women is beyond my comprehension. Not only is that behavior reprehensible and morally bankrupt, but if she’s not enjoying herself, what’s the point?
That’s why I watch her closely, reading every shift in her body. The second she looks like she might want to slip away to the restroom, I pounce. “Hold it. You’re not leaving until I give you permission.”
The stunned expression she wears is worth its weight in gold. I live for this shit. And she’s about to find out how her complete submission to me will send her into a spiral of euphoria unlike anything she’s ever known.