Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Thorne
Iwake up hard.
It’s not an unusual morning situation. My body is just doing its thing.
I can ignore it with a cold shower and a protein shake.
But this is Mollie-specific, because she's pressed against my chest with her ass nestled into my hips.
My cock is thickening against the warm curve of her body before my brain even catches up.
Unnnf, this feels like heaven.
She smells like vanilla and sleep and the faintest trace of sex from last night.
Her red curls are everywhere, half on her pillow, half on mine, tickling my chin.
One of my arms is trapped under her neck and my free hand is resting on her hip, which means I'm already touching her.
Which in turn means my cock has decided that we're doing this whether the rest of me is awake or not.
I press closer. She stirs and makes a soft, sleepy groan that goes straight to my dick.
My hand slides from her hip to her tit, cupping it through the thin T-shirt she fell asleep in.
Her nipple hardens under my palm and she arches back into me, still half asleep, her body responding before her brain comes online.
I know what that’s like.
"Morning," I murmur against her neck, nuzzling the spot behind her ear that makes her shiver. My hips roll lazily, my cock pressing into the heat between her thighs. She's warm there, so warm, and the thin fabric of her panties is the only thing keeping me from sliding right in.
"Mmm." She reaches back and grabs my hip, pulling me tighter. "What time is it?"
"Early." I pinch her nipple lightly and she gasps. "Too early to think."
My hand trails down her stomach, past the hem of her shirt and into her panties. She's already damp and the discovery makes my cock pulse against her ass. Fuck. I find her clit and rub slow circles, barely any pressure, just enough to wake her up the rest of the way.
She whimpers and tilts her hips into my hand. "Oh, Hotshot."
That nickname in her sleepy voice does something primal to me. My cock goes from interested to steel in about two seconds. I groan against her neck and grind into her, my fingers still working her clit in lazy circles.
"Mmm. Say that again.”
"Make me," she sasses.
I bite the junction of her neck and shoulder and she yelps, then laughs, then moans when I increase the pressure on her clit. Her hand reaches back and fumbles for my cock, finding it straining against my boxers.
"Fuck, Alex." She wraps her fingers around me through the fabric. "You're so hard."
“I’m always hard when you’re around.” I slip off my boxers and take a moment to strip the shirt and panties off her body.
Then I spit in my hand, reaching down to wet my cock, stroking myself a few times until the head is slick. She shifts her hips back, parting her thighs.
“Fuck, Freckles.” I press the tip of my cock against her entrance, feeling the wet heat of her. “You trying to kill me?”
She pushes back against me and the head of my cock slips inside. We both groan at the same time. This early, everything is amplified. My nerve endings are raw and oversensitive. The tight grip of her pussy around just the tip is enough to make my vision blur.
I thrust in slow, one long push until I'm fully seated.
She feels too good, too hot. Her breath comes out in a shudder and she grabs the sheets.
I hold still for a second, my face buried in her hair, my hand finding her breast again.
Kneading, plucking at it until her nipple is as hard as a diamond.
I start to move. Slow, lazy thrusts, nothing urgent, steadily rolling my hips. I kiss the shell of her ear and tug on her nipple. She makes the most gorgeous sounds, half moan, half sigh. If I only heard that sound for the rest of my life, I’d be content.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hard,” she whimpers.
My hand slides back down to her clit. She's swollen and slick. Every circle I trace makes her pussy clench around my cock. I change the angle of my hips, tilting upward, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
"Alex." Her hands tense, fisting the sheets. "Right there. Fuck, right there."
"Yeah?" I keep the angle and increase the pressure on her clit. "Tell me what you want, Freckles."
"Don't stop. Please don't stop. I can feel you… inside."
I nip her ear. "Would you like it if I got my dick pierced? So every time I thrust, you'd feel it right there?"
Her reaction is instantaneous. She clenches so hard around my cock that I have to grit my teeth.
Her back arches against my chest. I keep rubbing her clit, keep thrusting at that angle, and she flies apart.
Her pussy spasms around me in tight, rhythmic squeezes and she cries out my name in a voice that's still rough from sleep.
I fuck her through it, slow and steady, until she stops shaking and her breathing comes back down to something resembling normal.
Then I pull out.
She makes a protesting sound that turns into a confused one when I guide her onto her stomach. I grab two pillows and tuck them under her hips, tilting her ass up. She looks over her shoulder at me, her cheeks flushed, her hair a disaster, her eyes dark and curious.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
I spread her legs wide and kneel between them. "Something you're going to love."
Her breath hitches when I drag my fingers through the wetness between her legs, gathering it, then trail those slick fingers up to her ass. She tenses for a second and then deliberately relaxes, because she knows me and she knows where this is headed.
"Do you trust me, Freckles?"
She nods into the pillow, breathless.
I spit on her asshole. The tiny pink pucker clenches at the contact and I watch her fingers curl into the sheets. I start with just the pad of my thumb, rubbing slow circles over the tight ring of muscle, not pushing, just massaging. She moans into the pillow and the sound makes my cock throb.
"That's my girl." I press gently, and the tip of my thumb sinks in. She's impossibly tight and incredibly hot. "You like the dirty shit I do to you, don't you?"
"Yes," she breathes. "God, Alex."
I work my thumb in and out, slow and patient, watching her body open for me. My cock aches at the sight of her ass taking my finger, the way her back dips, the way she pushes back into my hand instead of pulling away. She's so much braver than she was when we started this. Braver than she knows.
It’s unbelievably hot.
"Good girl." I lean down and kiss the base of her spine. "Such a good girl for me."
She whines when I pull my finger out, but I'm not done. I guide my cock back into her pussy, thrusting a few times to get myself slick with her arousal. She moans and tries to push back against me, chasing the sensation, but I pull out before she can get what she wants.
"Patience," I tell her.
"Just fuck me already," she grumbles into the pillow.
“Yes ma’am.” I grin and line the head of my cock up with her ass.
She feels the blunt head press against her and goes still, her whole body taut with anticipation.
I push in slow, so slow, watching every inch disappear.
She's unbelievably tight. The pressure is different from her pussy, denser, almost crushing.
"Breathe, Freckles." I hold her hip with one hand and stroke her lower back with the other. "Push back against me. Let me in."
She exhales and relaxes. I slide another inch deeper. Her hands grab the sheets above her head and she makes a sound that's somewhere between a grunt and a moan. I pause, letting her adjust, letting her body figure out what's happening.
"Okay?" I ask.
"More," she says. "Give me more."
I push in until I'm buried to the hilt. Then I hold still because I need a second or I'm going to come immediately. She's so hot. Her ass is so tight around my cock that I can feel every beat of her pulse. My eyes threaten to roll back. I take a deep breath through my nose.
Gingerly, I begin to move. Slow, shallow strokes at first, gauging her reaction.
Her moans get louder and more frequent. Her hips start rocking back to meet my thrusts.
I wasn’t fully prepared for how much Mollie would be into this.
Not even close. She's pushing back against me, grinding, her whole body flushed pink.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You love this."
"I love everything you do to me." She turns her head and I can see the beautiful flush on her face, too. "I love how you make me feel, Alex."
"Jesus Christ." I grip her hips harder and pick up the pace. "I love how responsive you are. Only for me. For my cock, for everything I do to your body."
She slides a hand underneath herself to touch her clit.
I can’t see what she’s doing, but the knowledge that it’s happening nearly kills me.
Mollie, face down in my pillows, with my cock in her ass, her fingers working her own clit, her moans muffled by the sheets.
This is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life… and I've been around.
I'm not going to last. Not a chance. Her ass is too tight. She's too into having her ass touched. That’s not even starting with the sounds she's making. It’s too fucking perfect, enough that it might send me to hell.
I need her to come soon or I'm going to embarrass myself.
I lean down close to her ear. "You're so full of my cock right now. Your tight little ass is squeezing me so hard that I can barely move." My voice is gravel. "I'm going to fill you up, Freckles. I'm going to come so deep in your ass that you'll feel me for days."
She whimpers and her fingers move faster on her clit. I thrust harder, faster. The wet sounds of her fingers and my cock fill the room.
"Come for me," I growl. "Come on my cock like the good little girl you are. Nobody gets this but me. Nobody."