by M R Field
“You sure?” I ask finally. She releases my hands and wiggles back until I feel the tip of my cock at her entrance.
“Time to cash in on that good luck of yours.” She smiles down at me, while I watch her beautiful face. Fuck. She is going to change everything I’ve ever fucking known, and then some.
“Hey,” I say, staring up at her.
“Hey,” she answers. The tip of my cock grazes against her and she shudders. She
reaches down and grabs my cock and holds it at her entrance, and I watch her eyes hood as she licks her lower lip.
“Look at me, Farfalla,” I beg. Her eyes flash up to mine and I begin pushing through.
“So wet,” I murmur appreciatively. “You tasted amazing on my tongue, Farfalla and you felt incredible clenching around my fingers.”
Her breathing increases as my pelvis moves up to allow my cock to enter her. I hiss at her tightness and she flinches.
“Relax,” I whisper, reaching up and grabbing her face to bring it closer to mine. Gazing at her, I rub my nose along her jawline. “I’ll go slowly. Just as you want.”
My cock slides inside her, filling her completely. She breathes out deeply, my fingers digging into her sides, and her body begins to relax, stretching to fit me.
“That’s it, bella,” I coo. “Nice and slow.”
She pushes down, clenching my cock like a glove. “I’m in, beautiful. You feel so tight around me—I’ve never felt anything so incredible. You need to move though. You ready?”
“Definitely,” she swallows, breathing out deeply. “You feel amazing.”
I grimace, holding back the urge to drive up into her and launch her to the ceiling. She kisses my lips and moves her hands to my shoulders, pushing back slightly.
“Hold on, Tesoro,” she whispers. Her hips begin to grind as she moves up and down my shaft, each movement a strong clench to my already swollen cock. Her mouth gapes as she throws her head back, and she hums appreciatively. I can’t keep still and drive my cock high into her and watch her moan loudly, her fingers gripping into my shoulders.
Her breaths continue to hitch with the rhythm of my thrusts. She bends her legs higher on my waist, clenching my sides and she groans, “It’s so good, Robbie.”
She raises herself off higher to slam hard against me, causing me to moan. Fuck. I’m not going to last. When I think she couldn’t possibly be any hotter, her head bends down, lowering her eyes to look between us as she rides me, watching me thrust in and outside of her. It is the most erotic thing I have ever seen, and I love it.
“Robbie,” she moans. “This is so good. Can we go harder, please?”
I grunt in response as my hips begin thrashing up against her. “So tight, the … you feel incredible … made for me.”
As her hips begin their assault, milking my cock in a savage push and pull, I grunt, holding her legs to drive deeper inside. Beads of sweat form along my brow as I feel the pressure building. I clench and unclench my eyes, her movements continuing while my hips thrust uncontrollably. I stare up at her face. Our bodies fight to dominate, but it’s a battle that we will both win as each stroke becomes more powerful than the last.
“Not going to last … you need to come.” I move one of my hands down to stroke her between us, and her hips grind in a circular motion, causing my hand to slip away. I grab her face and kiss her mouth, feeling her moans and the flicks of her tongue against the lashing of my own. I can barely keep up with her kisses. She owns every part of me.
She pulls back slightly and my mouth gapes, my thrusts suddenly coming in short spurts. Her hips stop to let me ride up and into her. Her eyes widen and her head tilts back, her hands clutching her breasts as her walls clench around my throbbing cock and she comes loud. My balls tighten and I push one hard thrust inside of her, my cock exploding and filling her completely.
“Robbie!” she screams as my arms stiffen at her thighs and my chest heaves heavily against hers. She collapses down on top of my body, the sheen of sweat from my skin soaking hers. But I don’t care. That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. The firmness of our bodies pressed together, the laboured breathing, all become permanent fixtures in my mind.
“I’m going to suffer the burn from the wood beneath my back tomorrow, but for tonight, I couldn’t care less.” I pant.
“I don’t think I even know my own name right now,” she breathes, sending a tickle against my skin.
“Hazel.” I shift slightly, watching her breasts move, and I can feel myself begin to harden again. Yeah, buddy, you know what I want.
“I’m not done with you yet.” I look down towards my waist. “Us, together, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Time to swap location. You up for it?”
Her eyes twinkle as she moves them down my body towards my cock, wetting her lips in hunger. “I’m definitely not done being done with yet.”
I smile as my head rises towards hers. “Let’s go and see how sturdy my desk is. Besides, I want you so satiated that you don’t know either of our names,” I murmur against her lips.
“Sounds like a plan, Tesoro.” She giggles. Right now, she’s right. I do feel like her treasure.
She sits up with a gentle smile staring back at me. I want to remember this moment, her beauty, her taste, her energy … I want it to be mine forever. My heart thuds as I reach forward and kiss her softly, her lips opening to welcome mine. We kiss like this for a few moments, and when she moves her hands up to my face, I feel like a precious jewel in her grasp. Her eyes blink in adoration as she stares at me for a moment in silent thought. Kissing me softly, she shows me the same feelings I have for her. We kiss for a moment or many. We kiss until our lips are swollen are fatigued.
As the sun begins to rise, she kisses me one more time and indicates with her head that we need to get down and dirty on the desk before the cleaners get here. Afterwards, she finds her dress and panties and dresses with a smile upon her face. I dress in my work clothes and grab her hand. I stare at my emerald vixen as she leans forward for one last kiss before we have to exit our little bubble and meet the world.
We leave hand in hand, and head to my place. I smile to the sky, a feeling of comfort warming my chest unlike anything I have ever experienced before. The eyes of a beautiful redhead saw right into mine leaving me permanently at her mercy.
“Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead.”
Lucille Ball
HAZEL
Gentle fingertips whisper along my spine, barely touching my skin. I shiver as the soft movements continue. Goosebumps raise, and I squirm against the touch. My face buries itself more into the pillow my arms are folded under, craving the light touches that are on the edge of a sweet agony. His fingertips keep teasing my skin, forming circular patterns, unrecognisable images to make my back arch into its delicious caresses. I am caught between that moment of torture and pleasure. I want him to continue but it’s almost too much to bear. The swirling of his fingers travels down my spine, and I inhale into the pillow, raising my hips involuntarily, reaching up into his touch. The warm scent of Robbie enters my nostrils and my borderline torture crashes straight into a hot lust as I feel dampness between my legs. My thighs press together as his fingers tease the base of my spine, and I know he’s watching me. My muscles clench, while a hot swirl begins to throb in my core.
His fingers freeze and I hear a soft intake of breath, similar to a groan, but I don’t turn to look. My sensations block me from stopping. My legs continue to press together as my own breath pushes into his pillow. His fingers begin to move again, and I feel the loss of them. Then they trace soft patterns from my shoulders and move their way down my back. They flow down the curve of my spine until they reach above my behind and his hand cups my right buttock and gives it a firm squeeze.
“Oh.” I moan, my head twisting to the side of the soft pillow to release my torment. He leans forward until his lips are a breath away from my ear, and t
he skin prickles on my neck.
“If I had known that this would have been the response, I would’ve woken you up hours ago.” He kisses behind my ear as his grip loosens on my buttock, only to then move down between my thighs, and my legs part to accommodate his journey. Please touch me. His fingers move lower and he doesn’t tease me any longer, they dip straight into my wetness.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, “You’re ready.”
“Oh … huh … I’ve been ready for years,” I moan impatiently, raising my hips to push him deeper. He strokes the inside of my core a few times before removing his fingers to circle around my entrance, then bends forward to kiss the side of my face.
“Morning, Farfalla.”
I lick my lips and turn my head to face him. His dark eyes watch me as I stare back, fascinated as a few of his stray curls cover his forehead. I tilt my head to kiss him and he eagerly closes the distance, pressing his lips against mine. As my tongue darts out to dual with his, he plunges two fingers into me and I gasp, his lips eating my moans as his tongue licks the roof of my mouth. His hand moves quickly, and despite being a little tender there, I feel myself getting close.
“Robbie,” I breathe, “I want you, too.”
He kisses my lips as the heat continues to build between my legs. I throw my head back slightly and moan, only too eager to push into his touch. But it’s not enough. I need more. I need him. I grab his hand with my shaking one and ease the movements, and begin to turn onto my back as his fingers slide out of me. I feel the loss of him, but not for long. I move quickly to encase his hips between my thighs and lean forward to grab his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.
“I want you inside me, Robbie. Just go slowly as I’m a little sore.” His heated gaze travels along my chest and my nipples pucker as I watch him devour me. He wordlessly adjusts his hips and he leans down, holding his cock in his hand.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of this,” he whispers, the tip of his erection slowly sliding into me. I gasp as he slides in until he is seated inside. He gently holds one leg high on his hip while he leans down and kisses me. “Nice and slow,” he murmurs against my lips. “I will move so slowly, you’ll be coming apart at the seams.”
I groan and kiss him deeply, gripping his shoulders against my body as he enters me slowly, so slowly. I hold him tightly, afraid to let go—not wanting one inch of our chests to be able to move apart. His deep strokes gradually build up the heat I felt before, and I clench my inner muscles to drag along his thick cock. Each thrust sends me closer to delirium. He tenses for a moment and groans. My pulsing continuing as he slowly moves in and out of me.
This moment, it is just us against his soft sheets, moving in sync as we did most of last night. I feel him. His heart, his breath, and his desire to interconnect with me, all more ways that turn me into a quivering mess.
“I’m going to come.” I clutch his shoulders, my head next to his, and I look past him. My fingers torture his upperarms, leaving trails of fingerprints in their wake as my orgasm rises within me. The throbbing between my legs intensifies as I rock against him, flinging my head back, craving my release to follow.
He tenses under me. His breath shatters as he growls, “Hazel!”
His cock twitches and I clench, his thrusts powering into me, my walls constricting and milking each last drop of him dry. His jagged thrusts send me over the edge and I lift my legs up to feel the peak of my orgasm explode against him. The aftershocks continue to send waves that we ride together, our pelvises rocking together slowly and beautifully. Our movements gradually slow down and my grip loosens on his shoulders, the sweat from our love making, glistening across my chest and stomach.
“Good morning.” He smiles, looking down at me.
“Morning,” I moan back. His curls stand on end, and I want to sit up and reach for them, but I can barely move my legs. Staring up into his eyes, I see the depths of what I feel mirrored. This is bliss. This is what I have wanted for as long as I can remember.
Our moment is short lived as thumping sounds against the wall above our heads.
“Enough already!” Alex shouts. “How can you still keep going, Robbie? Fuck, man. A man is not a machine!”
Robbie throws his head back and laughs, causing his cock to twitch and for me to flinch—but in a good way.
“Oh my God …” Trice groans loudly. “They were at it all bloody night.”
“Get some earplugs!” I yell, surprising Robbie. He quirks an eyebrow at me and we both giggle as he gently pulls out of me. He reaches over to his tissue box next to the bedside table and grabs a handful, only to bring them back to me and clean me gently. Wow. I can’t believe he’s doing that. I can’t help by sigh.
“Shower together?” he asks, chucking the tissues into the bin.
“Oh yeah. It’s good for water conservation.” I press my lips together and nod, pretending to look serious, a slow smirk threatening to curve my swollen, kissed lips.
“Absolutely,” he says as he bangs on the wall with his fist. “I also love the acoustics!”
He looks back at me and I raise my hand for a high five. We slap hands as the frustrated groans of Alex and Trice are heard on the other side.
By the time we leave the shower, it’s debateable whether or not we saved water. What we did was empty the house. So whichever way you look at it, it was a win-win situation.
The pulse of the blender sounds as more bananas and yoghurt swirl around. Trice then turns it off momentarily to grab a handful of ice, throwing it in and whirling it around.
“Smoothies? What the fuck?” Ty groans from the maroon beanbag as he lounges curled up in the foetal position by Aidan’s deckchair.
“They’re good for you,” Trice explains, pouring the mixture out into a few cups. “I’ll make you a hangover cure; I just need to get some raw eggs.”
Ty covers his face with his hand and holds up his other hand to silence her. “Nope, not gonna happen.”
I chuckle and sip on my mango smoothie. We are relaxing on the patio, enjoying a few iced drinks while Alex and Aidan are cooking the sausages, steaks and chicken strips on the BBQ. Trinity sits by Trice, while Theo is chatting to the girls from our band. Robbie’s patio has a large table in the middle and is surrounded by deck chairs and beanbags. Normally, this is all packed up, but today, we dragged the beanbags from inside to make it nice and cosy. The bar is closed tonight, so it is nice to sit and relax. The sizzling sausages are making my mouth water, but so too is the hard-chested hunk beside me.
“You want me to grab you anything?” Robbie asks, whispering in my hair, motioning to the chip bowl on the table.
“No, thanks. I’m good for now.”
We continue to cuddle on the other beanbag, and I can’t help but smile. If I smile any harder, I will probably crack open my face.
“Anyone for banana?” Trice asks, looking around the group.
“I’ll have a refill.” Josh steps forward, holding out his glass. “I love a bit of banana in my life.”
He turns his head and looks over at us, smiling over my shoulder at Robbie and winking. Robbie tenses beside me, which is noticeable as Josh’s face breaks out into a grin. “Oh Robbie.” He laughs. “Fancy you thinking I’m talking about another banana that isn’t this fruit.” He shakes his glass slightly. “Naughty boy.” He tuts, flicking his tongue against the back of his teeth, making a clicking sound. “But if you are going to be that dirty, you should know that I like my bananas in any which way. I even like them whole.”
I snort as Robbie’s hand freezes in the air while he takes a sip of his frozen Coke. His cheeks hollow as he sucks in a shocked breath, causing him to choke and splutter. He punches his own chest, his breaths sharpening as he tries to clear it. After he takes another sip, he barely manages to mutter a wispy, “Bloody hell.”
I turn and rub his chest, smiling at his pink-stained cheeks.
“You know he does it for the reaction,” I whisper, watching him contin
ue to rub his chest in agony.
“I know.” His throat clears. “I just can’t get over how far he will go—”
“Well,” Josh interrupts, “If you—”
“Don’t say a fucking word. I’ll probably choke to death!”
“Um …” Josh grins, rubbing his hand across his chin. I giggle as Robbie looks away, shaking his head. “Too easy,” he jokes. “Least you’re happier, Robster.”
“Yeah,” Ty interjects, his hat covering his face, “he got some lovin’.”
Robbie’s chest tenses under me as he growls, “Watch it, Ty,”
“What?” Ty mumbles, oblivious to Robbie’s change in tone. “Everyone knows what a bent up arsehole you’ve been. Now you’re golden.”
“Back the fuck off, man,” Alex interjects, placing the cooked sausages in the tray. “He will rip you a new one.”
“Ty’s just bitter that he got rejected last night,” Roni pipes up, sipping on her beer. “Apparently the bar bitch told him to rack off.”
“Only ’cause she was after Aidan,” Ty interjects, removing his hat from his face to sit up in the beanbag.
“Yeah, fancy that,” Aidan says in a bitter tone. “A male dancer being into girls,” he adds sarcastically, staring across to Jules, who has since ceased her conversation with Theo. He continues to glare at her as her smile drops from her face and turns into a scowl.
“Whatever,” she mutters, breaking the stare and turning side on to face Theo more.
“Dude, what is that about?” Ty asks, not caring in the slightest that we can all hear it.
“Nothing. Just can’t stand judgemental idiots.” Aidan tips up his beer and while keeping a firm gaze on Jules, taking a big swing of his drink. He brings the bottle down and says to Ty. “Yeah, she was a hottie little bartender. Might pop in sometime and get her number. I might have some fun before I head back to Sydney.”
