Chapter 6
“You’re a filthy fucking cheater, blondie,” Sam grumbles, shuddering as I sneak my fingers up the back of his shirt while he tries to line up his shot.
He pulls the cue back, readying to sink the eight ball in the side pocket.
His arm jerks forward as I drag my nails down his back, sending the shot off the side of the white ball, missing the game-ending shot completely.
Chelsea jumps for joy, making a spectacle of winning, and Brad whoops with her. “I can’t believe you lost to a girl, man,” he taunts as Sam spins, setting his ocean eyes on me.
“I wouldn’t have if they didn’t play dirty,” Sam calls back. But Brad’s already lip-locked with Chelsea, oblivious to the response.
The hunger on Sam’s face makes my toes curl and cheeks flush. “You’re supposed to be on my team,” he growls, the sound running across my skin.
“It’s not my fault you lack the ability to focus.”
“Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.”
I shiver at his words as he advances on me. Step for step, I retreat, and he backs me into the foosball table, the protruding rods hitting me in the back.
A nervous laugh bubbles up my throat as he closes me in, hands fisting the handles on either side of me. “What kind of lesson?” I inquire shakily, despite the need thumping through me like fire.
“I haven’t decided,” he teases, fingers moving to drag up the sides of my thighs as his lips meet the sensitive skin of my neck.
Things are getting too intense to be in the same room as my sister.
Leaning to the side, I see much more than I ever expected.
Brad’s got her spread on the pool table, dress pushed up to her waist as his head moves between her open legs.
“Holy fuck,” I choke out. Sam’s head turns back, abandoning the trail of light kisses he was leaving across my clavicle to observe the scene.
His fingers travel across my hot skin, hooking into the band of my panties.
“Embarrassed?” he whispers, turning back to me.
I shake my head slowly, watching as Brad emerges, dark chocolate eyes locking with mine as he says something quietly to my sister.
Her head falls back, watching me upside down with a big fucking smile on her face.
Clearly she’s not as weirded out by the turn of events as I am.
Brad plunges his fingers into her, and she cries out in ecstasy.
Her body jerks as he drives into her, shaved head disappearing back down between her thighs as Chelsea moans.
“Jealous?” Sam breathes against the shell of my ear. I gulp, nodding slightly. “But you’ve been so naughty.”
My eyes leave the spectacle across the room, focusing back on Sam. “Please…” I breathe.
“Begging won’t work on me this time, I can still feel the burn of your nails on my skin.” Slowly, he pushes my panties down my thighs, watching hungrily as they hit my ankles and I step out of them.
“I didn’t scratch you that hard,” I retort with a bit of bite. I just need him on me, in me, filling me. The wait is excruciating.
Sam’s right arm bands around my middle, clenching me tight, as his left hand slithers behind me. His lips catch mine in an abrupt kiss, distracting me from the world around us. Sam pulls me against him, hard and unrelenting, as something pushes between my legs from the back.
Jerking against his hold, I end the kiss, trying to gain an inch of wiggle room so I can escape.
But Sam’s a statue, an immovable force that has me pinned.
The ribbed handle of the foosball table rod peeks out between my thighs, rubbing against my clit.
“Rock your pretty pussy on it, Rosie.” His hand behind me shifts, causing the handle to spin.
The movement sends tingles sparking through my system as the bumps roll over my clit.
“I want to remember this moment every time I step foot in here.” Twist. His words encourage me.
I want him to think of me often, even after this vacation is over.
“I want to feel your wetness on my hand when I play.” Twist. “Smell you on my fingers after Brad and I are done playing a long game.” Twist. “I want to remember the way you cum as your greedy cunt rocks on this handle.” Twist. Twist. Twist. “Like the thirsty slut you are.”
My core throbs around nothing as I lock my eyes with his, fingers gripping his biceps as his words roll through me.
I should be beyond annoyed that he just called me a thirsty slut, but for him, I think I truly am.
My hips rock a shallow rhythm as he groans in appreciation, sight locked onto the apex of my thighs.
My sister’s scream rips through the room, and Sam chuckles. “Are you gonna cum too, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I pant. Sam twists the rod back and forth, switching up the sensation, and crossing my eyes.
Through the haze I see Brad kick the door open. Chelsea’s draped over his arms with hers wrapped around his neck. She’s probably a boneless sack of flesh after an orgasm that made her scream like that. The thought makes me smirk. I hope Sam fucks me so good I lose my voice.
Be bold.
I grab hold of his shaggy, dark hair, and tug him down until our lips meet. His hand behind me keeps up the changing sensations, while his other one weaves into my hair, cupping the back of my head.
There’s the taste of sweetness I was waiting for. I keep getting little glimpses of it. First at the bar, then in the bathroom, and again when we escaped my stepbrother.
His hand in my hair dips down, moving to wrap around the front of my throat.
The action ratchets up my pulse in the best way.
Most men think it’s fucking weird to be choked during sex, and those are the ones who don’t intrigue me in the slightest. I’m not interested in reprimanding lousy excuses of men for kink shaming.
So what if I want to explore the darker side of my desires?
It doesn’t mean I’m fucking weird or traumatized, I just like it.
I’ll be damned if a man makes me feel bad about it anymore.
They’re the ones who can’t rise to the occasion.
A smile curves my lips as they move against Sam’s. His fingers tighten slightly, as his other hand moves to grip my hip. He controls my breath and the grinding of my body as he drags me back and forth over the handle.
Slickness coats the inside of my thighs as Sam pulls me forward, the handle disappearing as it slides back through me. His grip tilts my hips as he pushes me back, the tip notching at my entrance.
Immediately, I tense up, resisting. “Take it,” he growls, slowly pushing me back as his hold on me tightens.
My head swims as I whimper, the ribbed rubber sinking inside me at a tantalizingly slow pace.
The flared base of the handle meets my entrance, stopping the advancement.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he rumbles, releasing my throat.
Stepping back, he regards the wet, panting mess he’s made of me. “You look so fucking hot impaled on that for me.”
“Please,” I beg, voice shaky.
His warm hands tug down the front of my dress, pinning it beneath my tits as they spill free.
Moving to stand at my side, his left hand trails down my spine, cupping my ass, then landing a hard slap against it.
The force of it jerks me forward, pushing me against his other hand that’s palming and teasing my breast. I cry out from the feeling as he starts to thrust the handle in and out.
“Please what? What is it you want from me, Rosie?”
“Please, let me cum, Sam.” My eyes fall shut. As much as I try to resist the pleasure, it pulls me under.
“Nah, not yet, baby. You’re in trouble for changing your panties after I told you not to.”
My eyes fly open. Shit.
“Yeah, I’m sure you were hoping I wouldn’t notice. But I did.” His zipper drops, the sound mingling with the chorus of my heavy breathing. Sam pinches my nipple and electricity zaps through me.
“Wait, something happened,” I interject, trying to form words. My sex-soaked brain is lagging and it’s getting me in trouble for something that was out of my control.
“Sure it did.” He fists his cock, jerking it slowly in time with the handle he’s moving in and out of my dripping centre.
“I swear!” The thrusting stops and his left hand spanks me again. My gasp morphs into a moan, and a dark chuckle rolls out from deep within his chest.
“I don’t care what happened, you disobeyed me. Now bend the fuck over.”
Shocked and filled with anticipation, I comply.
Sam pushes the handle back to its limit, until it can’t move any way except forward.
He then guides me back onto it, leaving me impaled.
Once satisfied, he comes to stand before me.
His hand abandons his cock, weaving into my hair and leading my mouth to his length.
Eagerly, I swirl my tongue around his tip, licking up the precum coating his crown. Breath hisses between his teeth as I slowly suck him into my mouth. “You’re not allowed to cum until I’m inside you. Got it?”
I hum my compliance around his girth, and he fists my hair tight. His hips punch forward, driving his shaft down my throat. Sam moves at a violent pace, the sound spurring him on as his thrusting fucks me back and forth on the handle. “Look at me,” he snarls. “I want to see you swallow.”
My hazel eyes glance up, tears leaking from the corners. He pulls out to the tip. “Fuck, you’re exquisite,” he breathes, slowly pushing back in. Butterflies assault my pussy, and I clench around the handle inserted within me.
Both his hands sink into my hair, gripping tight as he fucks me deliberately on the foosball table handle while thrusting into my mouth.
I moan around him, about to fall off the ledge I’m gripping tight to.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he directs from above, yanking me off the handle, shoving me to my knees, and driving as deep into my throat as he can go.
My fingers slap against his thigh as his cock swells larger, unloading into me.
“That’s right, Rosie, suffocate on my cock. ”
My vision wavers and my chest tightens as he holds me hostage against him.
Slowly, he pulls out, breathing heavy. I suck in precious lungfuls of air, trying to get my head above water.
His lips smash against mine as he drops to the floor with me.
One arm bands around me, holding me steady, while Sam’s fingers find my clit.
My release smashes through me like a wrecking ball, coming out of fucking nowhere, and I scream loud enough to shred my vocal cords.
“Say my name, pretty girl. I need to hear it.” His fingers sink into me, fucking my rippling pussy. My back arches as I give him what he demands, and more, gushing all over his hand and the floor.
“Fuck yes, squirt for me, Rosie.”
I smile through my cry of pleasure as I shake in his embrace.
Finally, a guy that can give me what I’ve only been able to give myself.