by Sierra Hill
The. Best. Fucking. Thing. In. The. World.
Ainsley places her hands on my ass and digs into my cheeks with her nails, which are thankfully filed short. But it feels good. She moans every time I hit a spot deep inside her and I feel her tighten around me. My balls are already tightening and my load set to launch like a rocket, so I think about my basketball stats to keep from blowing too soon.
We move in sync, our heart rates spiking faster as we climb closer to release. I want her to come again so I can feel her tight inner walls spasm around me. I shift to the left and bring my right hand between our bodies, wedging it in so my thumb can caress her clit. Her reaction is priceless as her eyes spring open and she bows upward into my touch. Searching for release. Calling out for satisfaction.
“Are you close?” That’s all I can manage to get out, as my concentration is sequestered to keeping my orgasm at bay.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hums, her hands now scraping into my back like painful razorblades. Whether she knows it or not, Ainsley is a little wildcat. And I love that. So I rock into her harder. Hoping to bring her with me. All the while my thumb makes tight circles between her legs.
I can feel her take a deep inhale, holding and clutching it as she tightens around my cock. On the exhale, Ainsley cries out loudly, which I’m certain Lance hears from the living room. Her sounds of pleasure are enough to push me over the edge. She’s loud and sexy and it turns me the fuck on.
I pump once more, my cock throbbing, desperate for release that’s sure to come any second now. And then I begin to feel the telltale tingle at the base of my spine as I throw my head back in ecstasy. An orgasm the size of a tsunami barrels through me as I shoot my release into her hot, pliant body.
I shudder. Completely spent. A strangled moan escapes my lungs, and I bury my head in the crook of her neck. Breathing in her sweet orange scent mixed with sex. I’m not going to let her move for the next week. She feels too good.
Our bodies are relaxed and sated for the moment, heavy and sticky with sweat and sex. I pull out of her tight heat and roll to the side, holding the base of the condom as I do. I grab some tissues on my bedside table to dispose of the used rubber, tossing it in the trash can across the room. Three-pointer.
I throw my arms up in victory, congratulating myself on my nice shot.
I turn back toward Ainsley who is now grinning at me. Her cheeks are still flushed as she pulls the sheet up to cover her breasts. Bummer for me. I wouldn’t mind continuing to play with them ‘til I get hard again. Which shouldn’t take long.
“You really do eat, sleep, breathe basketball, don’t you?” Her voice is soft with a hint of amusement.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“When did you start playing?”
I think back to the first time I held a basketball in my hands. I was probably two, maybe three years old. There’s something about the elation I get when I take the ball to the hoop. Exhilaration formed through the control of the ball, my footwork, defending my position in the face of my opponents. And the wild cheers and adoration from those watching me play. It’s a heady mix of narcissism and ego stroking. It’s also intense and takes a lot of practice.
“When I was really young,” I explain, smoothing her hair from her temple and spooning her from the side. “I played on my first team when I was maybe fourth grade. After that, I started attending summer basketball camps and by the time I was in high school, it just became part of who I am.”
She nods in understanding.
“That’s cool. I don’t know what that’s like to enjoy something so much that you want to do it every day.”
I wink and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, strumming my thumb under the curve of her sheet-covered breasts.
“I can give you something you’d enjoy doing every day.”
She playfully brushes my arm away. “Horndog.”
“Hey, get your mind out of the gutter,” I chide, gripping the sheet and pulling it down to expose her creamy flesh. My lips hover over her hardened nipples as I glance up through my lashes and smile. “But if you want something to do that will be enjoyable and comes with health benefits…I will gladly be your hobby.”
“Health benefits, huh? Do go on.”
My cock immediately perks up again as I nibble and lick at her, the sexy sounds of her moans and quiet gasps making me hard as rock. I know it’s getting late, and I’m not sure how she feels about staying the night, but I want to fuck her at least one more time before she has to go. My body is in a state of perpetual arousal because of her. I want to lick, taste, and fuck her senseless as many times as I can – for as long as she’ll let me.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, arching into me as I roll her onto her back and take more of her flesh between my lips. I suck hard in different spots, leaving little red marks along the way. “That feels so good.”
I peel back the sheet and her sleek body is now laid out before me, as I skim my hand over her tits, down her flat belly. Just as I do, her stomach rumbles loudly. If I didn’t know it came from her, I’d think it was an earthquake. It was that loud.
“You’re hungry,” I offer up, stating the obvious. “Shit. I didn’t feed you like I promised. Let me go get the pizza. I’ll be right back.” I stand up and find my pants on the floor, tugging them on as fast as I can. I feel horrible that I didn’t even give her a proper date with dinner and drinks. I guess we were starved for other things.
She pushes herself up against my headboard, reaching for her T-shirt to throw on. I quickly pull it from her grasp, watching her wide-eyed expression and question in her eyes.
“No clothes,” I order, secretly wondering if I’m an asshole for making my demand. “You’re staying naked, because I may give you time to eat, but I’m not letting you leave here tonight until I’ve tapped that again.” I head toward the door. Before I turn the knob, I look back at her over my shoulder and wink.
Ainsley is a wet-dream. Her long, silky hair is mussed from sex, fanning down over her face, her cheeks aglow, and her eyes hazy with passion. She’s gorgeous. And in this moment, I realize that I don’t want her to leave tonight at all.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I make my way quietly down the hallway, hoping to remain undetected. I don’t want any questions tonight from the guys. It’s well past midnight, but I see the flicker of the TV from the living room as I round the corner. The top of Lance’s dark head bobs back and forth against the back of the couch, one leg extended across the cushions, and one foot on the floor. He’s holding his phone in his hand and it looks like he’s texting. Or maybe Snapchatting. Not sure. Don’t care.
All I’m concerned with is getting my girl something to eat and drink. Reaching in to the fridge, I pull out a couple of drinks when I hear Lance’s voice coming from across the room.
“So, the hottie from the other night…nice. I was wondering if you were tapping that. She screams loud as fuck.”
Something inside me rages with jealousy. Just the fact that he comments on Ainsley’s appearance and her climaxing high notes breaks something loose inside me, causing me to curse under my breath. I don’t even want him looking in her direction. Yeah, she’s smoking hot, with tits and ass for days. But she’s mine.
We’ve never had any rules about hoops hunnies that we’ve hooked up with. Once we’re done, they are free game to have a go at any of the guys. But Ainsley is not one of those girls, and I want Lance to know it.
Whatever my feelings are about Ainsley in the moment, and whatever she ends up being to me, I will not treat her like any of the other girls I’ve slept with.
“Bro, keep your eyes and hands off her.”
My voice is low and stern, with enough malice to prove I mean what I say. Lance swings his head over the couch cushion and grunts.
“Whoa, settle down there, Cowboy. I’m not looking for sloppy seconds. I was just telling it like it is. But seriously – didn’t know you went back for seconds. That’s new.”
“Dude, it’s
not seconds ‘cause you fucking interrupted us the other night when you had to take a leak. But regardless, it’s none of your business.”
Lance cocks his head to the side and scratches his chin. He shrugs his shoulders in resignation.
“Don’t remember much of anything that night. But I’m sorry I inadvertently cock blocked you.” He apologizes, looking genuinely sincere. “But wait, if you were with her that night, why the hell are you with her again, Griff? You’re never with the same girl twice.”
It’s understandable why he’s asking. In all the time I’ve lived with Lance, he’s never seen me with the same girl more than once, because it’s never happened. And it’s not because I’m some sort of player – well, not that I’d admit to – but it’s only because I’ve never been interested in making a connection with a girl. I didn’t want any relationship. And I certainly didn’t want a clingy girlfriend.
Everything with Ainsley is different. For one, she’s not into me because I’m a starting basketball player. I had to chase her – and even then she resisted my attempts. I had to wear her down before she’d finally agree to see me. And second, there’s more to her than just a sexy body. I know she’s smart. Kind. Generous. And she works hard to get what she’s after.
“Whatever, man. Her name is Ainsley. And I like her. So lay off.”
Before he can say more, I head outside to my car to get the pizza. I return back into the apartment, the pizza box in one hand, drinks in the other and walk back into the bedroom. I love that Ainsley has wisely heeded my warning and remained planted where I left her. Still naked. And absolutely stunning.
She smiles as I hand her the pizza box.
“You like me, huh?”
I clear my throat and mutter. “Shit. You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
Opening the lid of the box, she grabs a large slice in her hands and brings it to her mouth. Watching her slide it between her lips is an erotic sight to behold. I imagine those same lips wrapped around my dick, and just like that, I’m hard again.
“Why don’t you want me to know you like me?” She asks in between bites. A small dollop of pizza sauce clings to the corner of her mouth and I reach to swipe it away with my finger. Bringing it to my lips, I lick it off. Her eyes grow round, and see a flash of lust flicker in her gaze.
I’m on my knees on the bed, my cock now tenting my jeans, as I lean over her. She thinks I’m going to kiss her. I can see it in her expression as she parts her lips just ever so slightly, the pizza slice dangling in her hand at chest level. I hover close to her face, and bend down…and then take a big, delicious bite of her pizza.
I give her an exaggerated groan and she laughs, pulling back the remnants of her pizza in one hand and shoving my face away with the other.
“You jerk,” she giggles.
I love the sound of her laugh. It’s light and carefree, just how I want her to feel around me. Over the last few weeks she’s opened up to me just enough that I know of some of her struggles. So polar opposite of my own. She’s been given nothing free in this life, and yet she’s optimistic and lighthearted. I, on the other hand, have turned fairly jaded based on the people in my life who’ve let me down.
We eat our pizza in silence for a few minutes, as I prop myself up next to her, against the headboard. We sit shoulder to shoulder. The movement of her arm when she takes a bite sends vibrations through my body from the contact.
She’s finishing her third slice – something I’ve never seen a girl do before. Normally they tell me they’re on some stupid diet and just eat salad. Which I think is ridiculous. I like it when a girl has some meat on her bones. I like to grab hold of something, not sticks.
As I glance down at Ainsley, who is now stretching out beside me, the sheet slips a little to expose the creamy fullness of her tits and my dick starts to take notice again. Break time is over, ladies and gents.
She continues stretching, moving down the bed, sliding past my knees. Her hands go for a joy ride over my ridges of abs, sighing when she gets to the open waistband of my jeans. My eyes stay locked on her as her fingers grip the material and pull it open. I suck in a deep breath, which draws her attention up to my eyes.
“Is this okay?” she asks hesitantly.
As if I’d say no.
I nod, lifting my hips to help aid in her endeavor to rid me of my binding clothes.
“More than okay.”
My cock pops out, standing free and proud, as she continues removing the jeans all the way to my ankles where I kick them off.
Ainsley positions herself on her knees at my side, her perfect ass up in the air, which my hand instantly claims in a tight grip. She leans in to press a soft kiss to the tip before her tongue darts out to taste the pre-cum that’s already made its appearance.
“Oh fuck, yeah.”
When she opens her mouth to take me in, my breath lodges in my lungs. Oh my God, I knew she would feel this good, but it’s indescribable the pleasure she’s giving me. She licks the underside of my shaft and lingers at the tip, circling it with purpose around the sensitive spot.
I can’t help it. My hips jerk in response and she lets out a breathy laugh. Her hand winds its way around the base of my cock and she begins to suck hard. My hand grips her ass like a vice, just before I slide my fingers down her cheeks and between her legs.
She pauses for a moment in surprise and then moans when my finger circles her swollen flesh, finding her wet and hot. My cock hardens exponentially from the vibrations she’s casting, as she continues to writhe and whimper in fluid motion. And when I slip two fingers deep inside her opening, it’s like Mardi Gras – loud, crazy and purely magical. I growl with satisfaction when she begins to move in earnest, as I plunge in and out in a nice easy tempo.
And then she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
I can feel the constriction of her tonsils around my crown and I can’t help but shout, “Fuck.”
My enthusiastic response has her gagging a little, so I suspend my hip movement.
“Sorry – you okay?”
She turns her head up to me and smiles coyly.
I’m so close to coming that one more lick, suck or even breath from her will send me flying over the edge. So I decide to turn the tables around on her. Because if it’s anything that I am not, it’s selfish.
I move quickly, grasping her hips in both my hands and pulling her up toward the headboard as far as she can go without hitting her head. Then I scoot down toward the end of the bed so my face is nestled right between the warmth of her legs. When she realizes where I’m going with this, she lets out a nervous squeak.
“Wha-?”
I don’t let her get out another syllable, but plant her over my face and go to town. I feel her thighs quiver and tense around my head, shaking in pleasure. I glance up toward her face, trying valiantly to keep my shit together. With her sweet, wet pussy right in my line of sight, I’m about to shoot off like a cannon all over my chest if I don’t stay in control.
“Relax, baby. I want you to ride my face. Whatever feels good. Just do it.”
As if she needed my permission, she nods and relaxes into the straddle, and then grabs the headboard for support.
And then she goes to town.
And I fucking love it.
15
Ainsley
Fall in Phoenix.
Still too damn hot.
It’s the middle of September, three weeks since the first night I slept with Cade. Three glorious, amazing, incredible weeks of spending every free moment I have with Cade. Which is not enough, but just the right amount to keep me wanting more.
This overwhelming feeling of happiness is like having a drum full of butterflies flittering inside my stomach every waking hour. I’ll go for days on Cloud 9, walking around with a stupid, love struck grin on my face. And then a dark, ominous cloud moves in to remind me who I am and that whatever this thing is with Cade won’t last. Nothing ever does. Especially not between me and
Cade.
I’m not sure the exact moment it became a boyfriend/girlfriend thing between us, but it happened. Definitely not something either one of us expected to happen. We haven’t discussed it, but my Spidey-sense tells me Cade’s never had or wanted a girlfriend. That’s one thing we share in common – because I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend. It takes time and effort, both of which I don’t have. Cade and I are from such opposite worlds; you’d think we’d clash.
But we don’t. The weird thing is, even though we are each hella busy – it works. Much to my surprise, and utter enjoyment, Cade is a romantic guy. He texts me first thing every morning, calling me beautiful and sexy. Saying things like he wishes I was there with him. That he wants to hold my naked body next to his. And from there it generally gets X-rated. I’ve learned the hard way that I have to shield my phone screen, lest someone accidentally get a peek at the naughty nature of my boyfriend.
The other day I was at the kitchen table reading his text while eating breakfast and Anika started reading it over my shoulder.
Cade: You know what I want to do to you tonight?
Me: I’m afraid to ask…but of course I want to know.
Cade: See how far your legs can stretch behind your ears.
Me: Ha…I’m not that flexible.
Cade: We’ll see about that. I’ll give you a good rub down first.
Me: Perv.
Cade: And you love it…
Anika snickered from behind me, as I practically jumped off my chair. I hadn’t even heard her come in, I’d been so wrapped up in visualizing Cade and my limberness. I quickly flipped the phone upside down and set it on the table, blushing as brightly as a beacon in a storm.
But those are the type of texts I get from Cade. And they always get me hot and bothered. He gets me hot and bothered.
We don’t get a ton of time to spend with each other, between jobs, school and his training schedule for his upcoming basketball season. But we do find time when we’re both on campus to meet up and grab a bite to eat or chat over coffee. And on the rare occasions when I’m not working in the evening or the weekends, I spend time over at his apartment with him and his friends. Or we go out.
