WARNINGS: M/F sex, kinky stuff, PWP
SPOILERS: The RAW just before Summerslam
DISCLAIMER: This story is not meant to reflect the true natures, personalities or sexual preferences of the people involved. I do this without their permission and I don't own them.
DISTRIBUTION: None.
Steph found herself a nice quiet corner and just stopped there for a moment, leaning up against the wall and catching her breath. This was insane…completely insane. But as crazy or wrong as it might be, she had to admit it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. Which made it even crazier.
“Steph? You ok?”
So much for it being a quiet corner.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” she forced a smile, afraid to look up. Kurt wasn’t the most perceptive man she had ever met, but she was afraid if he saw her eyes he would know something was going on.
“You didn’t get hurt out there, did you?”
Steph shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear. “No…I’m just a little flushed…” she fanned herself with her hand. “I think I’m gonna go get something to drink…”
She pushed past him before he could ask any more questions, heading for the catering area. Once there, she quickly grabbed the last ginger ale and made her way to her dressing room, before anyone else could talk to her.
Once inside its relative safety, she drew a deep sigh of relief and sunk against the door. Of course, she knew the most exciting part of the night was still to come…
Lately Daddy had been complimenting her on how well her and Chris’ spots were going over—they were entertaining, got the crowd going, and really did a lot for their characters. Tonight had been no exception. The crowd had been nearly rabid and she and Chris had played off each other with expert timing. Even with The Rock and Booker out there, they stole the show.
Of course, she heard and saw things that the crowd would never pick up on. Chris had talked obsessively about her tits, which was obscene for reasons that no one else but her could comprehend. She didn’t mind that much, because she understood how devious Chris Jericho could be and that was one of the things she loved about him. But he kept throwing all sorts of little personal things in there that only she would pick up on—maybe the reason it looked so good was because her shock was genuine.
By the time she went backstage, she was a flushed, aroused mess, trying to hide her true reaction and just play the humiliated princess. But Chris knew just what he had done to her, and he knew that she knew.
Backstage they meticulously avoided each other like usual, not wanting to arouse suspicion. But he kept coming around where she could see him, and she had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. She remained flushed and on edge the whole night, her arousal so strong that she had to resist the urge to barricade herself in her dressing room and finger herself into a fantasy-soaked oblivion.
Then she went down to ringside with Shane for the tag match—she knew Chris would make things difficult on her, but she had no idea…
It was planned for them to have a spot where he was going to try to put her in the Walls, but she didn’t realize how obscene he was going to make it. Laying sprawled on her back staring up at him, she gasped as he grabbed her legs and pulled them up in the air, spreading them like he was going to fuck her right there in the middle of the ring. In her surprise, staring up into his smoldering blue eyes and seeing his sexy smirk, she forgot all about the fact that her skirt was going to fly up until it was too late. It got flung up around her waist, and she knew as wet as her panties were that he was getting a detailed view of her womanly wiles—along with one whole side of the arena.
She hastily tried to push it down, only to glance up at him and see him lick his lips, which almost made her orgasm right then and there.
Thankfully he was knocked off her a second later, and she was able to escape. She got out of there as fast as she could, cheeks flaming and all composure lost. She barely made it to the backstage area without collapsing—and now finally, she was alone.
She sat her ginger ale down, looking around. She had to get her things together and get back to the hotel. The need to get out of there was almost frantic—for she knew what awaited her, once she got away from the prying eyes of her coworkers. But she continued to stand there for a moment, leaning against the door, heart pounding wildly and body buzzing with need.
She slid a hand down, pulling the hem of her short skirt up and seeking out the silk of her panties beneath it. They were soaked—and they were white, so she had no doubt he had gotten an eyeful. She wiggled a finger beneath the elastic on one side and squirmed as she touched her sensitive clit. It was hard and throbbing, and she was so wet she was nearly dripping—even her thighs were soaked with it. She could have easily stood there and fingered herself to orgasm, but she wanted to save that…for him.
Pulling her finger out of her panties, she sucked her own juices from it, and righted her dress. Then she quickly gathered her things, wanting to be out of there.
Of course, it was another half hour before she got to leave. Since Daddy was busy with things in Connecticut, she was pretty much in charge for the time being. She couldn’t do something as simple as get out of there when the work day was over—she had issues to address, papers to look over, complaints to field and things to hand out.
But she made her escape as quickly as she could, using the excuse that she didn’t feel well so she wouldn’t end up staying there for hours. It was such a relief to get outside, into the warm, clean night air where she could breathe easy.
Her car was parked in the private parking garage where the wrestlers parked, so she wouldn’t be running in to any fans on her way to it. As she entered the car park area though, she heard someone behind her and turned, hoping it wasn’t someone who wanted to bug her.
She gasped when she saw it was Chris—she thought he had left already. But apparently he hadn’t, and apparently he had also been watching for her to go out the door.
He was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans now, along with a pair of black leather boots and his blue sleeveless Y2J jersey. His hair was soft and shiny, hanging loose on his shoulders, still a little damp from the shower. His black duffel bag was slung over his shoulder.
Her mouth was nearly watering—she just wanted to run over to him and drop to her knees, then undo his pants with her teeth.
“Nice night, huh Princess?” He smirked, in that way that made her panties sweat. He was completely and utterly delicious.
“Yeah…we did pretty good tonight…” she smirked back. “You were in top form…”
He drew closer, and she stopped behind her car, fishing out her keys—though it was difficult with trembling hands. She saw him glance around, before drawing closer yet and lowering his voice.
“Wait till you see me later.”
She’d found her keys, but now they dropped to the pavement with a metallic thunk. She knew bending over in front of him would be a big mistake, so she just kneeled quickly and scooped them up, refusing to look at him.
“You’re so bad…” she chastised him with a quiet, shaky voice. “I can’t believe you talked about my boobs like that tonight…”
He looked around again, then she squeaked as he reached out and cupped one in his hand. The strap of her dress was slipping down off her shoulder, and the fact that she had no bra on was making her breasts quite prominent. The touch of his fingers made her melt, the warmth of his hand holding and caressing it. His fingers found her nipple and squeezed it, making it even harder than it already was. She had to bite back a moan.
“Princess…”
She looked up at him, into his powder-blue eyes and handsome boyish face, the lust in his gaze going straight to her core.
“Mmmm…” her back arched as he continued to toy with the nipple. “I’m about to drag you into the backseat…”
He looked around again, but they were completely alone at the moment. With a chuckle, he slipped the top of her dress down so her breast was fully exposed to him. She gasped, quickly looking around as well. But the erotic charge of such a dangerous move made her want to wrap her legs around his waist and let him fuck her senseless right there.
He leaned over and swiftly took her nipple in his mouth, sucking at it and worrying it between his teeth. She shuddered, eyes fluttering and body trembling with need. The idea that they might get caught only added to the fire—she wanted so badly for him to slip his hand under her skirt.
He didn’t linger long though, giving her nipple a quick, hard suck before letting go, so that it turned the skin around it a deep purplish red. He stood up straight, smirking at her again, and she quickly tucked herself away and pulled the strap of her dress up over her shoulder.
“Sorry I was so merciless tonight…” he grinned. “Your tits actually turn me on to no end…”
“I know…” she grinned back, reaching out and brushing her hand over the crotch of his jeans, feeling the pronounced bulge there. It was his turn to gasp now, and he grinned lazily at her.
“Meet you at the hotel?”
She nodded eagerly, and they quickly parted ways before someone saw them. She watched him walk away though, toward his car on the other side of the car park—watching his ass, so perfect in those jeans. With a little flounce, she went around and opened her car door, then threw her things inside.
Sitting in the car, she couldn’t help but pull her dress down a little, exposing her breast and gazing at the little hickey he had left on her nipple. He had marked her, and the thought made her even more aroused. She dipped her fingers between her legs again and reveled in the wetness there that was entirely for him. She couldn’t wait to feel his tongue down there lapping it up.
During the drive to the hotel, her mind was filled with the same thoughts that it always was. Her burning desire for Chris warred with the knowledge of just how wrong it was. She and Chris had been doing this for almost a month now—Hunter was still convalescing at home, so she was all alone on the road. And Chris’ wife hardly ever traveled with him, so he was alone too. That was no excuse, of course. But ever since that fateful night after RAW when they had let their passions loose and fucked like animals on the trunk of Chris’ rental car, they had been going at it every time they managed to be alone together.
Was it love? Probably not. Steph really did love Hunter. And she knew that Chris loved his wife. It was just lust—pure, unmitigated lust and need. And some of the things they did were things that she had never done with a man before—so it was unbearably exciting and addictive. That’s why she kept coming back for more.
They were staying in the same hotel, but on different floors. A lot of the other wrestlers were staying there as well, so they had to be careful. As she carried her things through the lobby toward the elevators, she saw Chris standing there waiting for one. The bastard had beaten her there—suppressing a smile, she casually wandered over to wait with him.
He glanced over at her, but didn’t make a big deal of her presence. He just looked back up at the numbers above the door, a little smile on his lips.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“Hmmm…fancy that…” she replied.
The doors of the elevator opened on an empty car, and she felt a little shiver of expectation go through her.
“After you…ladies first…” Chris stepped back, motioning for her to go in. She knew he really just wanted to watch her ass, but that was fine with her. She put an extra swing in her hips as she strolled in.
He walked in behind her and hit the buttons for their floors. Once the doors slid shut, he turned and looked at her, eyes lusty and roaming her body.
She blushed a little, smiling back at him. “See something you like?”
He drew closer, the scent of his cologne preceding him and wafting over her. She breathed it in, wanting to wrap herself around him but knowing she had to wait.
“I saw something I liked earlier…” his eyes traveled down her body, stopping at her skirt, and she blushed even more. But she smiled too, leaning casually against the wall, the movement of the elevator making her stomach quiver, which only intensified the arousal lower down.
“You got me all hot and bothered talking to me like you were…” she said.
He came over, leaning beside her against the wall, close enough that they were touching. The heat of his body and the feel of his silky skin made her want him even more. She glanced up, watching the floors light up as they ascended, wishing time would freeze.
He reached over, grabbing the bottom of her skirt and lifting it. With a gasp, she unquestioningly spread her legs, pushing her back more firmly against the wall. His hand slipped between them, cupping the wet heat of her mound through her panties. He leaned closer, voice soft and breathy against her ear.
“This for me?”
“Yes…” she pressed against his palm, whimpering, wanting more.
“I could tell you were wet when I spread your legs earlier…I could even see it on your thighs.”
She supposed she should be embarrassed about that, especially since he probably wasn’t the only one who saw it. But she just couldn’t find it in her to care at that moment.
“I wanted you to just lay down on top of me and fuck me…” she licked her lips. “Let them all watch…”
This was one of the most exciting things they did—the dirty talk, the spoken fantasies. The few times they had ended up in different cities for a night or two, he would call her up and tell her everything he wanted to do to her. Hunter never did that, even though she called him every night. In fact, they hadn’t had sex since he got hurt, and he seemed to have no interest in it right now. That was why she needed Chris…
He tugged her panties aside, and she nearly screamed as he sunk a finger into her—she was so wet it was like a hot knife through butter. She clenched her muscles around him, loving the feeling, whimpering as he wiggled it inside her.
“Almost to my floor…” he commented casually, and she nearly shrieked.
“Fuck me…” she gasped, reaching over and grabbing his shirt. “Just stop the elevator and fuck me right here…”
She meant it too, which was scary. She had never been one for risky sex before Chris. But he just grinned and slipped his finger out of her, making her groan.
“I’ll be at your room in fifteen minutes…”
He brought his hand to his mouth and made a big show of sucking her juices from his finger. She could see the front of his pants was tented out, but thankfully for him his shirt was long enough he could pull it down and cover himself up.
He grabbed up his duffel bag as the doors opened, and she shifted so her skirt fell back down over her thighs. Thankfully no one was standing outside waiting to get in, because the scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air.
He turned and gave her a wink as he walked out, and she just trembled, leaning heavily against the wall.
When the doors shut again, she let out a suppressed moan, her hand sliding down between her legs. It was almost too much to wait. Just another fifteen minutes…
Her floor was two more up, and she got out of the elevator quickly, nearly slamming into an old lady standing there. In a rush, she made her way to her room and got inside before anyone recognized her.
Once inside her room, she tossed her things in a chair and went to the bathroom. She wanted to get herself ready before he got there—make sure she looked good and didn’t smell or anything.
She kicked her shoes off, then took her hair out of the barrettes it was in and brushed it out. Chris said he loved her hair when it was all soft and loose on her shoulders, so she tried to keep it that way for him. She checked her make-up, touching it up a bit, then ran and got her perfume and spritzed some on her neck and wrists.
Back in the bathroom, she scrutinized herself a bit more, then proclaimed herself decent and put her make-up kit away.
Waiting for him was making her crazy. The thoughts running through her head brought her desire to a fever pitch. She paced back and forth, hands caressing her breasts and down her stomach, imagining it was him. She thought about all the things they had done, driving herself mad with the heated memories.
She had only been with two other guys besides Chris—Hunter, and a guy she had dated in college, who she had lost her virginity to. Neither of them had shown much in the way of sexual variation—Hunter’s idea of kinky was doggy style. Some of the things she had been afraid of or thought she would never do had come naturally to her with Chris.
She wasn’t very skilled at oral sex, but he had been patient with her and taught her the intricacies of it. They had played with toys, food, and he had even spanked her, which she found incredibly exciting. Though she had always been squeamish of the idea, he had even convinced her to let him fuck her in the ass. The memory of that still set her on fire—the feel of him so huge and thick up inside her virgin passage, and the way she had responded to him, so turned on that she came twice before he finished.
Thinking about all this had her whipped into a frenzy, and she wandered back to the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright, her chest heaving with her panting breaths. The need burning between her thighs was so intense she had to cling to the edge of the counter for support.
Moaning and just needing some relief, she turned and propped her foot up on the edge of the toilet, bare toes curling. She pushed her skirt up, turned on by being spread like that. She could also see herself in the mirror, and watched, mesmerized, as she tugged her soaked panties aside and rubbed herself. She could see her juices glistening on her soft pink flesh, her hair trimmed in a neat strip so the view was mostly unobstructed. She plunged two fingers into herself, wetness glistening on them as she withdrew, only thicker and stickier, coming from deep inside her.
“Chris…” she moaned, plunging them frantically in and out, imagining it was his cock. She was careful not to touch her clit so she didn’t come though, wanting to save that for him. But she needed to be filled so badly that she just couldn’t wait.
She shuddered and moaned, her pleas becoming louder, as though he were there. She watched herself in the mirror, body flushed and shaking, sweat glistening in the valley between her breasts. She fingered herself harder, desperate for satisfaction.
A knock at the door brought her out of her haze, though not completely. She slid her fingers out of herself, not bothering to wipe them off, and hurried to the door, praying it was him.
It was, thankfully—she drug him inside and slammed the door behind him, locking it.
As soon as she turned to him, his lips were on hers, devouring her mouth. They kissed passionately for a moment, then she drew back and passed her wet fingers over his lips. She had never been so bold as she was with him—the thought of carrying on like this with any other man was embarrassing to her.
“Mmmm…” he captured her fingers, sucking them into his mouth and cleaning them, eyes falling closed in ecstasy. “Started without me, I see…”
“Not completely…” she panted. “Chris…I need you…”
“I can feel that.”
They made their way over to the bed, tangled around each other, kissing wildly. When they got there, he sat down heavily on the end of it, but made her stay standing.
“Take off your dress…let me look at you.”
She blushed a little, but was too turned on to resist. She reached around and deftly unzipped the zipper in the back, since it was low enough for her to reach. Then she slipped the straps down off her shoulders and shimmied it down her upper body, her breasts popping out proud and firm in front of her. The nipples were tight and hard, pert little buds jutting out, eager to feel his mouth on them again.
She pushed the dress down over her hips and let it fall in a puddle around her feet, then stepped out of it. Now she was just in her white panties, the front of them so wet they were see-thru.
He looked her over, eyes roaming her body appreciatively. She smiled and slid her fingers under the sides of her panties, teasingly tugging at them. “You too…no fair for just me to be naked…”
He gave her his sexy smirk, then reached down and tugged his shirt up, sliding it up and off then shaking his hair out on his broad shoulders. She nearly drooled at the sight of his tight, smooth, muscled chest. She knew how good it felt under her hands, how soft his skin was. His nipples were tight and hard like hers and she wanted to suck on them.
He worked his boots off too, then stopped, nodding for her to finish. Apparently she wouldn’t get any more show until he did.
She grinned and turned around, pushing her ass out at him and wiggling it. Slowly, she worked her panties down over it, revealing it inch by inch. She heard him hiss in pleasure, then jumped when she felt his big, strong hands cupping her cheeks, before she even got her panties all the way down.
“Mmmm…very nice…” he purred, kneading them. She squirmed against them, biting her lip and whimpering. Then her whimper turned to a yelp when he slid her panties down a little further and licked all the way up the crack of her ass.
“Oh God…” she moaned. He slid her panties the rest of the way down her legs, letting them puddle around her ankles. His hands continued to massage her, leaning forward and giving little kisses and nips to her cheeks.
She stepped out of her panties, and he picked them up. She shuddered as he brought them to his face, inhaling her scent on them and gazing up at her with lust-filled eyes. Then he gave a long, slow lick to the wet crotch of them, and she nearly died.
“Get on the bed…” his voice was husky and his breathing ragged. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She nearly collapsed, her knees went so weak. She loved it when he took charge. She hastened to obey—crawling on the bed on her hands and knees, ass shamelessly thrust in the air. Her hair fell around her burning face, brushing the bedspread.
She felt him behind her, touching her again, squeezing her. Then he knelt, and she cried out as his tongue plunged into her wetness.
“Chris!” She pressed back against him, wanting more, wanting it deeper. He wiggled it inside her, collecting her juices with wet slurps, moaning in delight. She felt so wanton, so wild. She loved being a slut for him, letting him do anything he wanted to her—in the strangest way, it set her free sexually. She squirmed and moaned, the heat of his tongue inside her eager pussy making her crazy.
He withdrew a moment later, and his fingers touched her clit, making her jump. He massaged it firmly but not roughly, in little circles the way she liked. She found herself thrusting her hips almost against her will, whimpering and clawing at the bedspread.
“Wanna suck you…” the words tore from her lips before she could stop them. “Please…69 me…”
She felt so dirty, so alive, saying those words. He moaned in approval, fingers still working her clit. She panted, muscles clenching and trembling, so very close to orgasm.
He slid his fingers back, sinking one into her pussy for a moment, then sliding it out and further back yet, until he was touching her asshole. As much as she liked him fucking her there, she really needed him in her pussy tonight. He seemed to know this and chuckled, squeezing her ass.
“So you wanna suck me while I eat you, huh?”
“Yes!” It was almost a sob. “Please, Chris…”
He took her by the hips and rolled her over, so she was on her back and propped up on her elbows. Then he stood up and started to strip for her.
She watched in lust and fascination as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He was wearing a pair of dark red short silk boxers that hugged his hips in the most delightful way. He pushed his jeans all the way down and pulled his legs out of them, and she admired his beauty—his thick, powerful thighs, his sleek calves, his perfect feet. She wanted to start at his toes and work her way up. And that was exactly what she was going to do.
He gave her a coy look, and she giggled breathily. Then he slipped his boxers off and her giggles turned to moans.
His cock wasn’t as long as Hunter’s, but it was delightfully thick. Neither Hunter nor her first lover had a cock as thick as Chris’—Chris filled her completely. It was jutting up hard and proud from the dark blond curls of his groin, flushed a deep red and the tip glistening with his arousal. His balls hung low, brushing his thighs, covered in a light blond fuzz. The sight of him made her mouth water.
“Lay down…” now it was her turn to be in control. He smiled and moved toward the bed, cock bobbing in front of him as he crawled onto it and laid down on his back.
She slipped off the bed, falling to her knees at the end of it, where his feet were. He tucked his arms behind his head so he could look down at her, eyes sparkling. With a little smile, she leaned forward and licked at one of his toes, making him laugh and squirm a little.
She didn’t stop though, licking wetly over them and sucking the smallest one on his left foot into her mouth. He continued to squirm, gazing down at her. She lavished the same attention on each one in turn, sucking and licking, making him giggle. When she had done that, she moved to the top of his foot, licking her way up to one ankle, then switching feet and doing the same to the other one. He was delicious.
She did this all the way up his legs—licking up one calf, then the other, then kissing all around his knees, nibbling a little. She took her time on his thighs, urging him to spread his legs so she could lick a long, slow trail up the sensitive insides all the way to his balls.
His musky scent was so arousing, and his giggles had given way to breathy moans. When she had thoroughly wet his inner thighs, she moved to his balls, licking all around, over and under them.
“You got such a nice mouth, Princess…” his fingers tangled in her hair, making her feel very comfortable and safe. She took one of his balls in her mouth, sucking lightly and gazing up at him. The eye contact was almost too much for her. After a moment she released it and went to the other one, giving it the same attention.
He moaned, thrusting his hips gently, his cock rubbing against her cheek. She wanted to taste it so bad, but she was making herself save it for last, instead licking and kissing around his groin and the base of it when she was finished with his balls.
“Turn around here…” he reached down and touched her hip, urging her to bring herself up to him. Eagerly, she moved around, swinging her leg over him and putting her knees on either side of his chest. She whimpered when she felt his breath on her, hot and promising.
She couldn’t wait any longer, and took his cock by the base, wrapping her fingers around it and holding it still as she plunged her mouth over the head. It was so thick and hot in her mouth, stretching her jaws, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating her tongue. He moaned and arched his hips a little, then pressed his tongue against her aching clit in return.
She moaned around him, sinking her mouth lower, remembering all the things he had told her. Swallow, breathe, take it just a little at a time. Stroke what she couldn’t get in her mouth.
His tongue moved in circles on her clit, teasing for a moment, then sliding back to push into her. She could feel his hands on her hips, fingers sliding inward over her buttocks and spreading her. He alternated between thrusting his tongue in and out of her and flicking it over her throbbing clit.
She started moving her mouth up and down on him, taking a little more with each stroke. She loved the feeling of the big, swollen head rubbing against the roof of her mouth, and the hard yet pliant feel of his shaft forcing her jaws apart and rubbing over her tongue. Her jaw started to ache after just a few minutes, but she wouldn’t have stopped for anything.
“Mmm…Steph…” he whispered, spreading her wider, licking her more firmly. She wiggled her hips, bumping her clit eagerly against the tip of his tongue. She clutched the base of his cock, sliding her hand up and down in rhythm with her mouth.
It was getting hard to concentrate though, her excitement building to a sharp pitch, body quivering with desire. She moaned around him, slurping and sucking, toes curling and fingers squeezing.
“Come for me, Princess…” he urged her, sliding a hand further between her legs so he could press a finger into her. She whimpered and squirmed, sucking him harder and thrusting her hips wantonly. She was quivering and on edge, her orgasm so close she could taste it.
She had to slide her mouth off him, gasping. “Chris…Chris!”
“That’s it…” he urged her. His tongue assaulted her clit, working in furious circles, and she felt her control slipping as a delightful heat began to fill her up, making her go weak all over.
“Ohhhhhhhhh…Chris!!” She cried out, and clutched his thighs, going over the edge. Waves of pleasure washed over her, uncontrollable shudders gripping her body. Her pussy clenched around his finger, wetness flooding from her as she came and came, his tongue steadily working her clit and drawing her orgasm out as long as possible.
She came so long and hard she thought it would never stop. But when it finally did, she collapsed against him, quivering and panting.
“Chris…” she whimpered.
He gently lapped at her wetness, licking it all up, his tongue occasionally touching her sensitive clit and making her jump. She rested her head on his hip, her hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. After a moment, she leaned closer and slid her tongue up the underside of it, all the way to the head. He shivered and moaned.
“What about you?” She asked, finger moving up the wet trail she had left. “You’re still nice and hard…want me to make you cum? Catch it all in my mouth?”
He chuckled. “I got someplace else I wanna do that…”
She shivered, arousal washing over her again. Though her orgasm had eased some of the ache in her, she was still hungry and needed more. She needed the kind of satisfaction that could only come from a deep, hard fucking.
He nudged her off him, and she rolled over onto the bed on her back. Her pussy was sopping wet now, with both her own juices and his saliva, her thighs slick with it. The soft throbbing buzz of her orgasm still hung over her, making her feel more relaxed but far from sated.
Chris sat up, his eyes roaming over her naked body with a lusty fire. She lay spread for him, wanton, eager. She licked her lips and let him know with her eyes how much she wanted him.
He crawled over top of her, giving her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, sucking eagerly at them, her tongue dancing with his. The brush of his skin against hers made her tingle, the feel of his cock touching her stomach making her jump. The wet tip brushed just below her belly button, leaving his sticky fluid there.
“Mmmm…Chris…” she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in the beauty of his face, his hair, his eyes. He was like a sex god hovering over her, wanting to claim her and ravish her. She reached down and slipped her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing it lightly, guiding it toward her wet and eager opening.
“You want that inside you, Princess?” The tip brushed over her clit and she cried out.
“Yes…yes!”
He was ready for her, and she was ready for him. They hadn’t used condoms since the first week they were together, once they established they were both disease-free and Steph was on the pill. So there was no need to prepare any further…she spread her legs wider for him, tilting her hips up and whimpering in need.
He braced his hands on the bed beside her shoulders, blond hair tumbling down around his face and eyes locked with hers as she guided him in to her. She moaned as he slid in—filling her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her in the most delightful way. She gasped and shifted her hips, crying out as he seated himself all the way inside her.
“Chris!” She gripped his arms, nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every inch of his cock inside her, feeling as though it were clear up in her stomach.
He moaned, leaning down and capturing her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust into her—he moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, but after that he began the hard, fast rhythm she so desperately needed.
“Chris!!” She wailed, body responding to the assault, pleasure coursing through her. He shifted and hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her feet were at her shoulders, and began to pound mercilessly into her. She clung to him, wailing out her approval, his moans and growls of pleasure mixing with her own.
“You like that Princess?” He panted. “This how you need to be fucked?”
“Yes, yes yes yes!” She was nearly sobbing it felt so good, her head thrashing on the bed. “Harder! Harder!”
He gave her everything he had, until it was almost hurting. And he was rubbing against her clit with every thrust, igniting her passion and making her inner muscles clench around him, feeling every inch of him so deep inside her.
But to her surprise, after just a few minutes he slowed down, and looked up at something across the room. A smirk came to his face, and he stopped, making her whimper.
“More…” she begged, wiggling her hips.
“Oh, I’ll give you more…” he slid out of her, and she groaned in agony. “Come here…”
He put her legs down and climbed off of her, crawling off the bed. Curious, she sat up and gave him a questioning look. He held a hand out to her, and she took it, getting up. Standing up felt kind of funny with how wet she was and how her legs had been stretched, but she was still incredibly eager for him and just wanted to get his cock back in her.
He led her over to the vanity in the room—a long, low table, about waist-high, with a mirror running the length of it. He pulled the chair out from it, so it was visible in the mirror, then sat down and patted his lap, grinning up at her devilishly.
She blushed, realizing what he was doing. He wanted to watch.
“Chris…”
“Come on…” he urged her, holding his arms out. His cock was still jutting up from his groin, slick with her juices and looking so very tempting. “Don’t you wanna see how pretty you look with my cock going into you?”
She shuddered, a bolt of arousal going through her. After a moment of hesitation, she climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs with her back to him. She braced her feet on the floor, feeling unspeakably naughty and eager.
“Look…” he urged her, turning her attention toward the mirror. She looked, startled by her own reflection—her flushed cheeks and wide eyes, her naked, sweat-slicked body. He gazed into her eyes in the mirror, a little smile playing on his lips. Her blush grew deeper, but the need between her legs was still there.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, and reached around in front of her, nudging her back into position. She gasped, gazing at them in the mirror, watching as he guided himself to her spread, glistening entrance. As she watched his cock slide into her, a wave of pleasure crashed over her.
“Oh Chris!” She moaned, watching intently as he sunk all the way into her. Her embarrassment was gone, replaced by shameless desire.
He slid his hands back to grasp her hips, and encouraged her to move. They both watched, moaning, as she began to bounce on him. She exaggerated her movements a bit and slid far off him each time, so they could watch him plunge back into her. The feeling of him sliding almost fully out of her then penetrating her again was incredible—before long, she was lost in it, working herself quickly, the added visual of watching herself engulf him with every thrust driving her insane. He brought his hands up to her bouncing breasts and started squeezing her nipples, giving her even more pleasure.
“Mmmm…” he rumbled in her ear, his eyes hazy and intent on the mirror. “Play with yourself…let me watch you get yourself off.”
She was beyond worrying if she would look silly or not, intent on the feel of his cock pounding deep within her, the position she was in driving it even deeper—the visual making it incredibly intense. She slid a hand down, touching him first—fingers feeling the slickness of his cock driving into her and her juices coating his balls—then she slid it back up, touching her throbbing clit with two fingers and swirling them around on it, careful not to block the view.
“Oh yes…” he panted. “That’s it Princess…”
She worked herself faster, driving him hard and deep into her, caring more now about how it felt rather than how it looked. But after a minute, he stilled her and slid forward, so he was almost on the edge of the chair. Then he encouraged her to lift her legs and plant her feet on the edge of the vanity, which she eagerly did. Hooking his hands under her knees, he spread her legs wider, giving them an unobstructed view and the leverage he needed to slam up into her.
“Oh God! Chris!” She wailed, rubbing herself harder, watching him fuck her. Her breasts bounced obscenely, but it was incredibly erotic. Pleasure filled her, her pussy clenching around his thick length, the force of his fucking making her delirious.
“That’s it…” he moaned in her ear, his eyes fixed on the mirror, chin resting on her shoulder still. “Take it…yes…yes…”
She took it—every inch, every thrust. She watched him plunge in and out of her and thought she had never seen anything so erotic in her entire life. Her body sang with pleasure, her orgasm building as she rubbed her clit furiously.
His moans grew louder, and she could tell he was getting close as well. The slick sounds of their coupling added to the erotic charge, filling them both with excitement and driving them closer and closer to release.
“Steph…” he clutched at her desperately. “Oh…oh…I’m almost there!”
She was too…and his words sharpened her excitement even more. She watched him moving in and out of her, her body flushed, sweaty and eager, bouncing on him. Her excitement reached a frantic peak, and suddenly she began to clench around him.
“Chris!” She shrieked his name as her second orgasm of the night began to wash over her, deeper and more intense with his cock pounding into her. She squirmed wildly, rubbing her clit as the shudders washed over her, the sight of her own body in the throes of pleasure the most amazing thing she had ever seen.
“Steph!” His cry echoed her own, and she felt him begin to throb inside her, his hands clutching her, breathing ragged. She felt his wet heat flood her, each spurt coating her insides with thick, warm fluid. She pushed herself down on him, taking it all and moaning as her own tremors began to subside. The feel of his body trembling against hers as he came was most delightful.
She slid herself up on his cock a bit, moaning as she saw his cum oozing out around her stretched opening, slicking his cock and getting on his balls. She wanted to slide off him and lick it all up. She just eased herself back down on him for the moment though, enjoying the feel of his twitching length inside her, taking a moment to catch her breath.
They both just sat there for a while, panting, drenched in sweat. She lowered her legs and he slipped his arms around her waist, holding her with his head resting on her shoulder. She enjoyed the closeness in the wonderful buzzing aftermath of their fucking. She watched them in the mirror, thinking they made a beautiful picture.
Finally he let go of her, and she slid off him and got to her feet. She felt his cum ooze out of her and run down her thighs almost at once, and the feeling made her shiver. She turned and looked down at his cock, now starting to soften and wet with their mingled fluids.
She did what she wanted to do—dropping to her knees and cleaning him eagerly with her tongue, enjoying the taste of his cum mixed with her juices. He moaned softly and stroked her hair, giving her a lazy smile when she finished and looked up at him, licking her lips.
He returned the favor when he got up—making her sit on the edge of the vanity and spread her legs, licking up the mess he’d made. It just turned her on all over again, the act of him licking his own cum out of her—it was going to be a long, long night.
They showered together, giggling and soaping each other up, washing each other’s hair. He got hard again when she used her soapy hands to clean his cock, and she was still incredibly eager even after two orgasms. Before they got out, he ended up fucking her again against the shower wall, their cries echoing off the tiles and mixing with the rushing water.
When they finally got out, they were both famished, so Steph ordered room service. As much as she wanted him to stay the night with her, she knew he had to go back to his own room. It would look pretty bad if he was seen coming out of her room in the morning—and they both had to call their significant others before they went to bed.
After they ate, he reluctantly gathered his clothes and got dressed, while sharing kisses with and being molested by her, both of them laughing softly as she made it difficult for him.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow…” she said with a little pout. “Too bad you can’t stay…if you could, I’d be all over you as soon as you woke up in the morning.”
He chuckled. “I promise…someday soon…I’ll make arrangements so I can experience that.”
She felt a dangerously smug sense of satisfaction, and nodded, pulling him close by his shirt and giving him one last long, deep kiss.
Finally she let him go, holding the door while he snuck out, making sure no one was around first. With a giggle, she blew him a kiss as he went out, and he caught it and winked at her.
She shut the door behind him and leaned against it, drawing a deep, satisfied sigh. Maybe all they had were a few stolen moments, but they made the best of them.
And that was the most she could ask for.
THE END
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