MILE HIGH

44

“What do you want, sweetheart?” My focus is locked on my disappearing fingers, mesmerized by the whole thing.

“I want you to stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’”

My lips lift on one side, unable to hide it. “Not a chance. Besides, I have teammates on either side of these thin walls. You want them to hear me call you by name while I’m coming inside of you?”

Stevie doesn’t answer but instead moans at my words as she continues to roll her hips, meeting my fingers in pace.

Removing my fingers from her p***y, I wrap a fist around the base of my c**k, tapping it against her c**t. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?”

I slide my length against her folds, watching the condom coat with her arousal.

“Yes,” she begs. “Please, Zanders.”

“Then take it.” I grip her hip, line myself up, and push into her. I go somewhat slowly, letting her adjust to my size as I watch her knuckles turn white, holding on to the headboard.

“Oh my God,” she cries.

My eyes roll back as she fully takes me, my fingertips curling into the skin on her hips as I try to hold myself back for a moment. “So good,” I encourage, but holy f**k, that doesn’t do it justice.

Great. Perfect. Five-star p***y is more like it. It grips around me, and I have to focus on not coming like a f*****g teenager going through puberty.

Stevie’s head has dropped down, her chestnut curls running all over as she adjusts to having me inside of her. After a moment of pause, she pushes her ass back into me, needing the movement.

My first thrust is half speed, pulling a breathy, “Yes,” from her.

Putting a little more force behind the act, I pull back before pushing into her again.

“Oh my God, yes.” Stevie’s back arches, her ass up in the air.

It’s a real nice ass if I do say so myself. It’s plenty soft for my hips to ram into, and it bounces around every time I enter her. Filling both of my hands with it, anchoring myself, I thrust into her again, this time causing the bed to knock into the wall behind it.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Because f**k, I know I do.

“Mm-hmm,” she whimpers.

“You’re doing so good, taking all of me.”

Quickening my stride and finding a rhythm, I continue rolling into her. She’s f*****g tight and does a perfect job at meeting me in pace, pressing her ass into me, asking for more. I bend over, my chest flush to her back and my lips to her ear.

“You like me, huh, Stevie girl?” I whisper, so no one else can hear her name.

“You’re annoying,” is followed by a needy cry, causing me to laugh.

“You think you could handle more?” I thrust into her again, this time even harder, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Is that all you got?”

She f*****g loves pushing my buttons, even in bed, apparently. Which is fine by me. Give me a challenge, please.

Pulling out of her, I leave her empty.

“No,” she whines, her body trembling as she reaches behind her, trying to grab me. “No. I’m so close.” Her thighs clench together, needing to fill the empty ache.

“What do you say?”

“Please!” she begs, desperation filling her voice. “Please, Zanders.”

Fuck. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a better combination of two words in my life.

Wrapping one of my forearms around her middle, I hold on tight, needing to keep her upright. As my other hand covers her mouth, I fill her once again, giving her everything I got.

She screams into my palm, her eyes screwing shut as I pound into her.

“You like that,” I state because I don’t even need to ask.

She repeatedly nods her head as my hand keeps her quiet.

Over and over again, I fill her from behind, the consistent tempo causing my balls to tingle already. I keep my lips to Stevie’s ear, whispering dirty words as I watch the euphoria take over her pretty features.

One of my hands moves to her tit, massaging, kneading, and rolling her n****e with my thumb. My other hand focuses on her c**t, circling, flicking, and getting her ready to come with me.

That is, until Stevie releases the headboard, takes my hand from her tit and instead, guides it to her throat.

I can’t help but smile against the skin of her shoulder as I lightly choke her, all the while I’m f*****g her from behind.

This girl is an absolute wildcard. One minute she’s insecure about what she looks like, and the next, she’s asking me to choke her as I f**k her, her body at my disposal. But I guess that’s a little bit like the relationship we have with each other—moments of softness, surrounded by a s**t-ton of banter and teasing.

“s**t,” I hiss out. “I really like f*****g you, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’”

The humor isn’t lost on me that I’m choking and f*****g a girl that I ironically call “sweetheart.”

“Never,” I laugh.

Leaning back, my ass on my heels, I pull her with me, so she’s sitting in my lap and on my d**k. Her back is flush to my chest as one of her hands reaches over, palm curving around my neck, needing to anchor herself.

I liked her body before tonight, but now, feeling it in my hands and on my c**k, and knowing I can throw her around a little bit and not break her, I think I might be its number one fan.

“Are you going to come for me?” My lips ghost the shell of her ear.

Another whimper leaves her lips as she rests her head back on my shoulder, her eyes closed, and her lips parted in pleasure. Her freckled cheeks are flush, and her soft brown skin is glistening with sweat.

“I really want you to come all over me, Stevie. You’re doing so good.”

I continue to bounce her on my c**k as cries fill the hotel room, some from me and some from her. One of my hands is still circling her throat, and the other is circling her swollen c**t.