Chapter 34
I’m over the fucking moon.
I don’t know how the hell we went from enemies to this, but it is beyond my comprehension that Amber is mine. She even let me spank her, and that was hot. My favorite part was being inside of her, watching her hips move with mine, hearing her come undone because of me.
We walk hand-in-hand to the jacuzzi, still buzzing from the sex.
We sit next to each other as I start the jet. The bubbles begin, and we sit in silence, occasionally meeting each other’s gazes.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“What?” she asks. “You think what we did was a mistake?”
“No, I will never be sorry for that. I’m sorry for all the bullshit pranks and the messing with you. I really wanted to get under your skin.”
“I know,” she says with a furrowed brow. “You’re so funny. You don’t need to apologize.”
“Well…I brought you here half because I always want to be around you and half to make my mom uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I figured that.”
“I feel guilty like you might think I did this on purpose.”
She reaches for me and sits on my lap. “Don’t feel guilty. I’m having a good time. And now…” She runs her hands over my shoulders.
“We’re official.” I watch her carefully. Her gaze is intense as she looks into my eyes. I ask, “Have you ever thought about me?”
She touches my abs. “I have. I used to fantasize about sneaking into your house to draw a big dick on your face.”
I smirk. “And now what are your fantasies?”
She blushes. “You don’t skip a beat, Pearson. I guess my fantasy right now in this moment is to keep you on your toes, so that you’re begging me for more.”
“Begging?” I question with a devilish smirk. Of course, she’s fantasizing about that.
“Yeah, I can’t have you getting tired of me.”
I grab her thighs and pull her closer. Does she have no idea that I’m dying for more? I can’t get my fix. We just had sex, she’s on my lap in a jacuzzi, and I still want more.
“I won’t ever get tired of you.”
“I think you would get tired of me. What are your biggest turn-offs? Like a red flag, I’m never marrying this girl, kind of thing. What’s your biggest ick?”
I chuckle, taking a moment to think about my biggest ick. What kind of question is this?
She’s waiting to hear what I’m going to say.
I mutter, “An ugly name.”
She scoffs, laughing. “Nobody even decides their names, so that is outrageous, Matt.”
I shrug, proud to be a creative dickface.
“What do you think about my name?”
“Hot.”
“Okay,” she drawls. “What else?”
“Posting on social media,” I say. It’s the first thing that comes to mind, and I love fucking with her. I have no idea what my turn-offs are. I don’t have a mental list sitting around.
Her mouth opens as she looks into the distance. “I guess I get it, but come on, Matthew. You’re all over TikTok.”
“You know about that?” I ask, surprised. She doesn’t seem like the social media type.
She nods.
“So, you’ve seen the videos I’m in?”
She bites her tongue as if she’s wincing. “Yeah.”
“And that’s fucking cringe, don’t you think? It’s for the team.”
“It’s for the team,” she mocks me with a deep voice. She smiles. “Don’t even pretend you don’t like all the attention you get from it. I’ve seen the comments.”
“Oh, so you’re actually a stalker?” I say.
She shakes her head. “You can call me by my real name.”
I break into a laugh, making her tits shake because she’s still on my lap. “Amber, Amber,” I mutter under my breath.
“Matthew, I hardly believe you think that’s an ick. Give me a real one.”
“No. You’re going to take whatever it is and ruin it for me.”
“Ruin it?” she asks.
I rub my hands up her back. “There’s nothing that you can do that’s going to turn me off.”
“No?”
I peck her lips. “No.”
The jet of the jacuzzi ends, leaving us in a glassy pool of water.
She sits next to me and rests her head on my shoulder. “How long do you want to soak in here?”
“Forever,” I mutter. I press a kiss to the top of her head.
A minute passes and then she asks, “Are you a morning person or a night person?”
“A little bit of both, but a morning person.”
She jumps up. “This is perfect. Do you want to go back to the room and have an early night? We can shower, put on the hotel robes, and lay in bed.”
I smile, relieved there’s only one bed. “I would fucking love that.”
We race back to the room, soaking the hallway as we run. When we walk into the room, she pulls me into the shower and kisses me. We keep our swimwear on as the steam of the shower clouds the room.
“I have a good feeling about this,” she admits. “Dating anyone else would be so boring.”
I smile. “Fuck yeah, it would be boring.”
She grabs my abs, and I assume she must really love my body because she cannot stop her eyes from constantly glancing down. “I think we’re best friends now.”
I nod, agreeing with that statement. “We definitely are.”
She eyes me like she could go for a second round. “I’m going to get the robes.”
“I’ll get the towels.”
I shut off the shower and pass her a towel.
“Thank you,” she says, wrapping it around her body as she steps out. “I need to grab my bag.”
I leave the tub, drying myself the best that I can with my wet swim trunks. Amber lays the robes out on the bed and smiles. I’m staring at her ass in that bikini. Goddamn.
“Baby,” I call out, unable to remove my eyes from those beautiful legs and stunning ass. “Could you go for round two?”
“Focus on the robes,” she says, pointing at them.
“I would love to make love to you in that robe.”
She blushes as I walk up behind her and rub my dick on her ass. To my luck, she presses herself against me. Hell yeah.
I bite her ear and then she turns around. I rest my forehead on her and say, “You’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”
She’s careful not to touch my gash as she says, “I might let it slide for the weekend because being in here with you has been the best thing to happen to me in a very long time.”
I nod. “This is the best thing to ever happen to me.” I kiss her shoulder.
“You’re someone who gets me.” I glide my lips up to her neck.
“Someone who can take a joke.” I nip her and wrap my arms around her waist. “Who can take responsibility for her actions and forgive me for my stupid mistakes.” My hand twists her jaw to reach my mouth.
I say, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
I’ve never had sex twice in a day, but do you feel me?
” I press my dick against her ass. “I’m so fucking hard for you. ”
She tiptoes, lifting her ass to fully feel my dick. It riles me up.
“And it’s when you do something like this,” I release her face and grab onto her sexy waist. “That I know you fucking feel the same way.”
She bends over seductively in her wet swimsuit as she grabs the robe. She swings it on her arms and then hands me the other. She sits at the edge of the bed with her legs open, inviting me to keep pursuing her. I put on the robe and reach my hand to her wet bikini bottom.
“Amber,” I mutter as she moans. I rub her, pushing her bikini to the side. “I’ll give you the best sex of our lives if you promise one thing.”
I slide a finger into her wet pussy, and my dick is fucking throbbing.
“What do you want?” she whispers as her eyes glance down my body.
“I want all of you, and I want nothing much to change.”
I push into her with my finger as she moans. “Everything will change, Matt, but I promise…” I start pumping into her. “I promise to choose you at the end of every day.”
I drop my shorts, and my dick springs out. “Do you trust me?”
She nods as I pull out my finger. “Yes.”
“Good. Now turn around.”
She blushes, doing as I say. She arches her back.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan. “You have no fucking idea. You’re so sexy, babe.” I pull her bikini bottom down, taking in the full view. I rub her ass and then start nipping it with my teeth. I pump my dick with my hand a few times at the beautiful view of her.
I aim, rubbing my dick against her. I slowly push at her entrance. “Shit, you’re so tight.”
I rub her clitoris. “Do you want to take off the robe? I don’t want to come all over it.”
She pulls it off and says, “It’s too hot for it anyway.”
“Take off your top,” I demand.
She sits up to remove it. I get a glance at her tits.
“Perfect.”
I slowly push against her again and the head of my dick makes its way into her. I push slowly as she moans. On her exhale, I slide in. Her pussy is clenching my dick as I wait for her to feel comfortable.
I pull out and slam into her.
“Fuck,” she cries.
And then I bounce her ass on my dick, slamming into her at the end of each bounce.
She’s moaning all the swear words possible as I fuck her fast. The bed is bouncing beneath us, and the slaps of our bodies are the only sound in this room. When I touch her clit again, it’s swollen.
“Are you okay?” I ask, slowing down.
She nods. “Yeah. You?”
“Never been better.”
I pound into her until I feel like I could explode. At the very last second, I pull out and cum shoots all over her back. I hold her ass still so it doesn’t drip as I run to get another washcloth. I wipe her clean as she falls on her back.
I grab her thighs as she glances at my cock.
“What’re you doing?” she asks.
I answer with my tongue. Immediately, she’s riding my face. Fuck, yes, baby. Give it to me. I slide my finger in her pussy as I suck and lick her. Her body is shaking under me, and I feel like a fucking God making her cry out the way that she is.
“Right there,” she says, holding her hips up.
I’m finger fucking her and eating her like she’s my favorite meal.
Then she releases. Her pussy tastes so fucking good during an orgasm. She rides my face while squeezing me with her thighs. I keep sucking her until she’s done.
She hits my face to push me off. The pain in my cheek is back, and her face drops when she looks at me.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she mutters, still out of breath.
Warm liquid drips down my face as I touch it. Bright red blood.
She lunges for me and grabs my head. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. The sensation was too much, and I needed you to–”
“It’s okay,” I say, tilting my head back. She runs off the bed to grab toilet paper. I meet her in the hallway.
“Oh my God. I opened it back up. It’s bleeding so much. I’m so sorry.”
I lean over the sink and look in the mirror. Luckily, it doesn’t look like she completely ripped it open. “It’s okay.”
Applying pressure hurts like a bitch. Now the toilet paper lint is stuck to it.
“Should we go to the ER?”
I glance down at her. “In our birthday suits?”
She remembers she’s naked and covers herself. “Oh my God.” She runs out of the bathroom and comes back with the robes.
“Put this on for now,” she declares, trying to pass me the robe.
“Why?”
She shrugs. “So that you’re comfortable.”
I chuckle, releasing my cheek. It’s no longer oozing blood. “I am comfortable.”
Her eyes dart to my dick. “Okay.”
“I’m not going to the ER. It’s done bleeding.” I wash my hands and say, “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
She leaves the bathroom as I text the guys.
Matt: I’m in
Harvey: What?
Dylan: In where?
Crew: In Grind Stone
Harvey: Oh, shit. You’re in in?
Matt: My slapshot made it
Harvey: You lucky bastard
Crew: No fucking way dude
Matt: Yup. She’s mine.
Crew: Fuck yeah bro
Harvey: Congratulations
Dylan: He’s deep in there as we speak