Chapter 6
Hayden laughs, rocking her hips back against me. I can make out her reflection in the window but not her face, her hair hanging in the way. “If fear is what you like, Keith, you’d have better luck fucking me during a storm.”
Leaning forward, I graze her throat with my teeth and she shudders, rocking into me again.
I know she can feel my cock behind her, eager to rip those jeans down her curvy thighs and fuck her against the window.
Her hands flatten fully on the glass as I pull back, letting one hand trail around her stomach so she can’t lean away again.
She yelps when I strike her ass, her head snapping up from the glass and showing me the pretty arch of her back. “If I wanted your fear, Hayden, I’d take it. I want your pleasure instead.”
She hums as my hand slides beneath her fitted shirt, shoving her bra out of my way to cup her breast. She stays arched, still rocking against me, and I moan into her ear as I pinch her nipple. “Oh, just like that, Hayden. Show me how good you can really be.”
“I’m good,” she growls, smashing her cheek to the glass as she reaches back, fiddling with my belt, “and I deserve a prize, Keith. For my first storm chase.”
I grin against her temple, letting my other arm work around her waist to copy her movements. It’s easier to undo the button and zipper of her jeans from here, and she stops grinding against me long enough to let me drag them down her shapely legs.
I smack her ass again, and she jumps at the contact with a breathy gasp. “God, harder than that, Muscles.”
Repeating the strike, she gasps again, and I admire the pretty lacy green thong that barely covers her skin.
She keeps rocking back into me with each smack, cutting into any progress she might make with my pants.
As her moans grow louder, her movements grow quicker until she completely abandons undoing my pants altogether in exchange for bouncing against me again.
After the fifth strike I stop, shifting the hand that’s teasing her nipples out of her shirt too.
She turns to look at me as I grip her shirt, and she catches on quick enough to spin as I tear it over her head.
Her lips seal over mine once the fabric is gone, and then I’m tasting the spicy aftermath of the liquor she guzzled, tangling my fingers through her hair to hold her in place.
It gives me long enough to snap her bra open from behind, and she pulls back in surprise. “Damn, college boys suck at that.”
I chuckle, leaning into her space again. “That’s the difference between fucking a boy and fucking a man, girly.”
Her eyes darken as she stares at me, her tongue poking out to trace her lip. She looks divine here in the low lighting, chest heaving as she studies me, her hot breath fanning across my lips.
Instead of responding, she drops to her knees. She doesn’t waste time, deft fingers undoing my pants quickly now that she’s not pressed to the glass. I groan as she tugs my jeans down, fingers eagerly finding the waistband of my boxers and dragging those down too so my cock springs free.
“Oh,” she says, eyes going wide as she looks up at me. I lean forward and press a hand to the glass, meeting her gaze as she licks her lips. Her soft fingers trace over the tip, and I hiss before she continues. “You aren’t just all talk.”
Once her tongue joins her fingertips I’m a goner.
She’s soft with her touch but teasing, her tongue swirling around the head with ease as she hollows her cheeks and lightly drags her fingernails down the length of me.
My eyes bulge as I fist my other hand, feeling her take me deeper into her mouth without hesitation, her hand coming up to cup my sack as she bobs her head.
I’m not going to last long if she's this good with her mouth. Reaching out, I gather some of her hair in my free hand with a groan. “Good girl, Hayden. Take me deeper. Fuck—like that.”
She moans around me, making my eyes roll, and this girl deserves whatever the hell she wants after this.
I wasn’t expecting her to blow me, not with all the alcohol she’s consumed tonight.
I assumed her stomach wouldn’t be able to handle it if she gagged.
But so far she’s not done so, despite swallowing my cock with those soft and expert touches.
She knows exactly what the fuck she’s doing to me.
And there’s no fucking way I’m about to stop her.
As I look out the window, trying to catch my breath as she sucks my soul out of me, I catch the lightning streaking across the sky. The rain reflects on the glass as another storm sweeps through.
When Hayden releases my cock with a loud pop, making me moan, I know exactly what I plan to do with her. Dragging my gaze to the vixen knelt at my feet, I can already imagine too many dirty scenarios to focus on just one.
“Get up here,” I hiss, dragging her to her feet. She pauses long enough to kiss me, and I lean over her with a growl as her fingers dig into my shoulders. My cock pushes against her stomach, and she moans at the feel. Pulling back, I bend down. “These, off.”
Hayden helps me kick off her jeans, going for the lace next. I catch the edge with my finger, dragging them down her legs until she can step out of them with the rest of her clothes. My eyes study her as I take the lace and slide it into my pocket, catching the way she watches that. “What—”
Standing, I cut her off as I pick her up and press her back to the cool glass. Hayden gasps, her hands coming to grip tightly to my neck like hours earlier as her eyes snap to meet mine. “I’m not the kind of storm you were going to hide from, girly.”
Hayden moans as her legs wrap around me, the head of my cock sliding across her wet entrance. I adjust my grip so I can fist my cock, still wet from her tongue, and tease along her pussy. Her head snaps back against the glass with a dull thud but she doesn’t even seem to register it.
I hold her gaze as my cock presses into her, her nails digging into my skin as she gasps and squirms. Her eyes roll as she arches against me, and I grip both of her hips to drag her down my cock. She’s tight, and her scream echoes in my head as she slams fully down my length.
“Keith!”
I have to press one hand to the glass beside her, because fuck me, she’s the kind of wet dream I desperately need.
Her nails rake down my bare arms, legs locked so tightly behind my back there’s no way I could part from her.
Our eyes lock together, and she bites her lip as she adjusts to my size, our breath mixing together in the air between us.
Then I grin, shifting my hips slowly away from hers until she whimpers. “Hold on, girly.”
Hayden’s voice echoes in the room around us as I force into her, her arms tightening around my neck as I fuck her into the glass.
She’s wet enough that there’s no resistance between us, her body willingly accepting all of me as I use her.
One hand keeps her steady against me, and when I no longer feel like the world will shift under me as I fuck my own personal dream, I slip a hand between us and massage her clit.
She arches, and I feel the way her pussy clamps around me as I fuck her. The slight sting of her nails is welcome as I pinch her clit, watching as she comes undone with a cry. “Fuck!”
Her pussy grips me as I fuck into her, the sound of us together filling the otherwise quiet space. She bounces faster, the storm outside highlighting her beauty as the lighting intensifies.
I see it then, briefly highlighted between the clouds and the lightning. Thunder echoes around us as Hayden moans, and I adjust my grip on her hip.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her, leaning in for a kiss. She’s still shaking through her orgasm, making my balls tighten with each thrust. “Look at the chaos with me.”
Her eyes narrow as I pull out of her, uncertainty painting her gaze as I grip her legs, coaxing her to let go. I know she’s still riding the high, and has to be very aware that I haven’t finished yet.
“Turn,” I tell her, and Hayden nods as she drops her legs and twists around. I grip her waist to drag her back, not yet finished with this girl, and glance up at the sky.
Her surprised gasp is all I need as I slide back into her welcoming warmth, the tornado in the distance almost too small to make out among the dark clouds. The lightning is severe, creating shadows among the clouds, and I imagine that my team headed out that way instead of going to the hotel.
“Wow,” she gasps, peering back over her shoulder at me. With the storm raging in the background and the girl before me moaning, it’s the kind of fantasy that I cook up in my head but never see in real life.
“Good job, girly,” I groan, pounding into her. She’s bent over with her hands pressing to the glass, her head turning back and forth between myself and the storm. “Take it all in.”
Hayden pauses, looking back at me before tilting her head up with a smile. “Give me all of it, Muscles.”
I moan, throwing back my head as I firmly grip her hips, fucking into her harder than before. I close my eyes, relishing in the feel of her around me, and let myself enjoy the moment.
Just before I know I’m going to burst, I pull free from her wet heat. My hand around my cock only lasts for a moment before I’m painting her ass with my cum, and Hayden glances back over her shoulder at me.
Her eyes are heavy in the dim light, and when I manage to tear my gaze away from the beauty in front of me, I notice the tornado in the distance is gone. Gone or hidden by the night.
Hayden straightens up slowly and eyes me, her gaze traveling up and down my body a few times. My hand stills on my cock, watching her carefully to see how she responds.
A smile breaks across her face. She leans her shoulder on the glass, her heavy breathing matching mine as we come down from the high.
She doesn’t move to cover herself, which I really like, and the way she raises her eyebrow tells me I might be in for trouble with this girl.
“Well, Muscles, you fucked me like a storm. Now treat me like a lady and clean me up.”