Chapter 15
SPENCER
Throwing April on my bed, I don’t question why I had a primal urge to take her to my room, but the guest room just wouldn’t do.
April leans back on her elbows to assess me as I stand at the edge of the bed.
“I guess you’ve never been in here,” I note as I slowly bring one knee to the mattress and then the other.
A sly grin appears on her lips as she comes up to sitting, her hands splaying against my searing skin, pressing my chest for a feel.
“Silly boy, I snooped around here days ago. Even stole a shirt, in case you didn’t notice.
” She yanks my unbuttoned dress shirt down my arms before returning to lying on my bed.
“Oh, I noticed.” One arm lands on the side of her and our eyes cling to one another. I glare a warning before my other arm finds a spot near her shoulder to cage her underneath me.
“No pressure or anything, but you did say the other day that you would fuck me so hard that a stone wall just wouldn’t do, and lucky me, there seems to be a mattress this time.” Her sultry tone is toying with me.
I growl from her playfulness, a refreshing change to our fiery exchanges during all our previous rounds. Slamming my lips down onto hers, I make it clear that I have every intention to take her the way I’ve been wanting to for days.
I dip my tongue into her mouth, and she purrs a sweet sound that makes me eager to kiss her harder.
Her pointed foot travels up my leg until it lands on my ass, opening her up wide to me, and I’m ready to lose my mind.
“I have no intention of going slow with you.”
“Good, we are to the point,” she jokes against my lips.
My hand roams her body, wanting to touch her everywhere yet unsure where to focus. April seems to be in the same predicament, as her hands mimic my own.
“I should spank you for looking so ridiculously beautiful tonight, then fucking blowing my mind by wearing my shirt.”
“What if I jinx your team?” she one-tones.
I chuckle as I drag my lips down the soft skin of her neck. “I’ll take the chance.” She tugs at my belt. “Don’t tell me you’ve practiced,” I warn her before taking over to finish the job.
There is a glint in her eye. Her breathing is different, like maybe she wants to say something but doesn’t.
Instead, the moment I’m over her again after removing my pants, she sneaks into the waistband of my boxer briefs, and her fingers wrap around my length.
I close my eyes and let out a sound of agreement.
April isn’t afraid to lead, but that’s not how I roll. But damn, her hand feels good on me.
“We need to get there faster,” she coos.
I begin to yank down her little shorts as she does mine, and we both pause in our fast chaotic movements to finish the task of removing layers.
I’m quicker, and it gives me the opportunity to pin her wrists against the mattress as my other hand heads straight to the only place I want to be this evening.
Feeling between her folds, the warmth of her juices causes me to hiss, as she is ready. Finding her little bead, I rub her arousal in a circular motion against her clit. Another finger drives into her center, and I feel her tightness. It made me near delirious the other day when I went down on her.
Maybe I’ve essentially been gearing her up all week, yet I can’t help but wonder. “Why are you so tight, April?” I study her face as her breath catches and my finger continues to work her. I can’t lie, I love having control over her.
“You know that answer,” April whispers, and I could swear I hear vulnerability.
She doesn’t give me a clear response, so I stop my effort to bring her to her edge. I walk my fingers up her flat stomach and underneath the flimsy shirt, and I find a nipple to pluck. “You haven’t been with anyone since our video escapade,” I point out the fact.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “Have you?”
I smirk to myself; I have no problem admitting the obvious. “Don’t read into it. I don’t fuck random people during baseball season.” If she can do the math then she knows that she was my last.
She figures it out, because she leans up, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me into a kiss. A passionate kiss that shows she enjoys our truths, and hell, I kind of agree with her.
We draw our kiss out until the need for air hits us.
It’s intoxicating how lost I am in this moment. We both want me to plunge right into her, and we can’t get there quick enough because our mouths and hands run wild.
Proven by the fact that she rolls me to my back and straddles me with a confident look before she ensures I'm watching her peel the shirt up and off her body, revealing her beautiful tits.
I smile as I reach to my nightstand table for a foil package before I flip her right onto her back again and coax her to shimmy up the mattress until her head rests on a pillow.
I part her legs wide, diving in to place my mouth on her heat, kissing her inner thighs, blazing a trail of determination in the process. I lick her once, twice, but that’s all she will get because we have one goal right now.
Crawling up the mattress to cage her in, I breathe near her ear, her hair extra flowery, and I hate her for the fact that it will linger on my pillows.
“Wrap those pretty little legs of yours around my waist,” I urge.
“I’m always, what was it you said…” She pretends to search for a word. “Compliant.” April tilts her hips up against me to highlight her efforts.
I sheathe the condom on. “The thing about this scenario is that I’ve worked you up all week so this round we don’t need to be gentle.”
A lazy smile appears on her lips as I tease the tip of my cock around her opening, gliding between her slick heat, taunting her clit, entering her without warning then backing out.
My finger does one more test round, exploring her, and she yelps in surprise when I touch her intimate back opening. A sinister hum escapes me. “Relax. We’ll explore that another round.”
Her eyes grow wide before her delicate long finger circles my shoulder while I align myself with her opening. “You keep referring to rounds, plural?” She cocks a brow.
Driving myself in until I reach her hilt, we both gasp from the force. “Okay, multiple rounds,” she breathes out in agreement and gets lost in the feeling of me filling her up.
I pull out only to push back in, doing it a few times until I feel April ease underneath me.
Our eyes hold as I move inside of her, until a few pumps later, when our foreheads touch and we slow the pace.
Slowing it down makes this far worse. I’m sinking into her, wanting to drag out every second of this because she feels like the best thing that could ever happen between the sheets. I was never meant to play any sport but baseball, and now I think I may not be meant to fuck anyone but April.
That frustrating point causes me to fuck her with a bit more force, hooking my arms under her knees to draw them up toward my shoulders, her body willingly offering itself to me.
Her warm wet pussy that is as good as her snide remarks.
The sound of skin slapping and our heavy breathing fills the room. I feel heat spread throughout my body, and I notice the blissful look on April’s face.
I peer down to get a glimpse of my cock sliding into her, and it’s a magnificent view. But not quite as good as April’s mouth in an O shape, with her breath trapped because she is lost in the feeling of having me inside of her.
“Breathe,” I remind her.
“Fuck,” she bluntly replies.
A laugh escapes me as I continue her request.
My finger lands on her clit to bring her to the next level, but truthfully, the next few minutes are a blur because our mouths continue to fuse, and we keep turning the tide with slow, fast, slow, fast until her teeth are clenching into the corner of my mouth as I bring her to her edge.
“Spencer.” My name on her lips sounds like a plea, one that I ignore because I want her undone.
Her shaking and trembling while I’m inside of her is the only way that I’ll accept this, and it’s what happens as she quivers and her breath turns ragged.
I slow my strokes and look down at her face, softening as she comes down from her orgasm, and when I know she's ready, I continue to pump into her to bring me to my own release. It doesn’t take long.
Short and fast was how this was going to go. It’s the only way when you’ve been torturing one another for days.
I feel the sensation travel from below my navel and to my cock before I unload into the condom. April’s heat wraps tightly around my length.
“Shit,” I say as I fall forward, holding my weight so I don’t crush April, but I rest my head against hers for a moment.
She rakes her nails along my back as we both lie on my bed in a stew of our own bizarre attraction.
And I have enough experience to know that when you enjoy the seconds after the climax just as much as the main event, then you have a situation.
Because right now, I don’t want to leave this bed.