Page 63 of Stroked by (Stroked)
Stroking his hair, I say, “I would love to have dinner with you, Reese, but Jonathan wants to talk to me tonight about last night’s happenings. If I blow him off, he’s going to know something is up. Plus, you need to learn some control,” I add. “You’re kind of horny.”
“Kind of horny?” he asks, a grin spreading over his face. “Babe, I’m so fucking horny where you’re concerned there is no stopping it.”
“No one likes a horndog,” I say putting some lightness in our conversation.
“Is that right?” I can see him getting ready to test me. “So a horndog wouldn’t fall to the ground and give someone a blow job . . . let’s say . . . on their welcome mat?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, letting me know he’s teasing.
“Oh my God.” Embarrassment lights up inside me as I playfully slap his chest. “You know that knee to the junk you were so nervous about? Well, it’s coming your way in about two seconds. Heed my warning.”
Blocking his crotch, he laughs and steps away, only putting a few inches between us. His eyes are pleading but playful as he speaks. “Haven’t you hurt me enough? Haven’t you emasculated me enough? Leave me with an ounce of pride.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.” He steps toward me again, nuzzling his lips into my neck, melting what little tension I felt. “So, dinner with me tonight?” he presses again, causing us both to laugh.
I sigh. “You know I would love to, but I have plans. Now accept them.”
Standing tall from his bent-over position, he presses me closer into the wall, his cock heavy against my stomach. His hands reach down between us and push off my shorts, making me just as naked as him.
“Fine, but I don’t fucking like it.”
“Yes, you’ve made that quite clear by the way you’re practically growling and pissing around me to mark your territory.”
“Can you blame me?” He nips at my skin with his lips, and his voice is heavy when he asks, “When can I see you again?”
“Omaha?”
He nods reluctantly. “If I have to wait that long, then I guess tomorrow night it is. But once you get to the hotel, you’re mine.”
Concern washes over me. “Tomorrow night you should be preparing for Trials. You don’t need me distracting you.”
His palms run up my sides and cup my breasts roughly, squeezing me hard. I want to moan out his name for everyone to hear. Seriously, he might not have the highest accomplishment in the pool, but in the bedroom, he’s the master at foreplay, and a gold medalist in fucking me senseless.
“Paisley, I think you’re failing to realize something.”
With my hand holding his dick, I rub the tip against my slick entrance, enticing him to move quicker. “What’s that?”
He groans against my ear, pushing his cock against my pussy, rubbing me in all the right ways.
“It’s well known that elite athletes have an extremely high sexual drive. Not only is our metabolism working at a faster rate, but so is our libido.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, spreading my legs and standing on my tippy-toes to slip his dick inside me.
He hisses out a breath from my hot, wet heat enveloping his tip. Releasing my breasts, he scoops me up by the butt and inserts himself fully inside while propping me against the wall, leaving my feet dangling in the air. His chest flexes under the strain and his biceps pop out like boulders.Fuck, the man is strong.
With one thrust, he says, “I’m saying, I’m going to need to fuck you as often as I can. I will let tonight go, but after that, you’re in my bed, straddling my cock and squeezing me with your tight pussy. Got it?”
He thrusts again and all I can do is nod in agreement. Hell, I would agree to just about anything right about now, as long as he keeps hitting that hidden spot deep down inside me.
“Let me hear it, baby. Tell me you’re going to be in my bed in Omaha.”
He pauses, waiting for my answer, his forehead pressed against mine, our sweat mixing together from the pure euphoria building up inside us.
“I will be there,” I barely get out, needing him to start moving in and out of me again.
That’s all he needs to hear. His once-sweet position—of him staring into my eyes, begging me to answer him—is switched to animalistic power, pounding into me with a force so strong I’m afraid I might break through the wall right into Mrs. Kalideapea’s bathroom.
“Fucking hell. I can’t get enough of you.”
