Running Game(72)

His hand clasped around my mouth, sealing my lips. In light protest, I tried to vocalize indignation, but he was already grasping my bare breast with the free hand, squeezing the supple flesh and teasing the erect nipple between his fingers.

The tactic worked, redirecting my attention as he lowered his lips to the other nipple. By deftly pleasing my exposed chest, he pushed a fresh flood of mounting sensations into my head – letting me ease into the rocking of our hips.

Thank god he was so tall.

My thighs spread a little further, and then I snapped my ankles together, clasped around his hips. My heel nestled into the small of his back as I kept him close, tightly controlled against my body.

Meanwhile, his lips found mine, crushing against me as he steadied himself with his forearms locked down on either side of my shoulders. I coerced him to move them closer, and he constrained me between them, binding both of us together for this carnal throe of pleasure.

His hips began to pick up the tempo, and I grew accustomed to his speed. I was just relaxed enough to enjoy the sensations, and my legs wrapped around him kept Lex from jackhammering into my sopping wet pussy with that unfathomable tool of his.

He really will tear me apart if he does that, I thought to myself briefly…

But it was hard to cling to any reasonably sentient thoughts as I became overwhelmed by his power. Lex held me down beneath him, carefully but powerfully thrusting into my body, again and again…

Moans escaped my lips, and my strength began to sap from my limbs. I realized that my fingernails had been digging into his shoulders tightly.

I released my grip, letting my whitened knuckles return to their natural, pinkish color. Meanwhile, my ankles slipped apart, and I steadied myself beneath him as he fucked me.

But Lex grew tired of this position, and soon I was forced onto all fours in front of him. His fingers pressed against my folds, one slipping in to test my chasm.

“You’re still so wet for me, Riley,” my partner groaned with gratification. “I love how much you want this.”

“That’s right,” I cooed, wiggling my hips just a little. My eyes widened as he began to stroke that huge cock, and I hastily added: “Just be gentle, okay?”

“You don’t want gentle,” he answered, his smirk telling me everything about his levels of confidence… or was it arrogance at this point?

“I do at first,” I insisted. “If you tear me in half, you realize that you won’t be able to fuck me again, right?”

“A valid point,” he added quickly, pressing the crown of his head into my folds. I turned back around, steadying my hands. One pressed out flat against the headboard, while the other squeezed the top.

Thinking quick, I moved it out before my fingers were crushed, flattening my palm across the top and the wall.

It was a good thing that I did.

I felt his cock surge halfway into my yearning pussy, and I screamed out the only syllable that I could grasp: “FUCK!”

“We have not yet even begun to fuck, Riley,” Lex whispered in my ear as he bent over my ass. With a slight nip, he tugged the lobe between the teeth, then nestled his lips into my ear:

“But after this… you’ll never be able to call another piss-poor shag a proper fuck ever again…”





4





Lex





When my eyes flickered open the following morning, something felt different.

An arm… over my chest…

The events of the night flooded back into my memory banks, and I remembered the boastful upstart that had wandered into the pub and taken over my entire evening.

Here she was – Riley, I recalled quickly – fast asleep and curled up beside me.

As I let myself play back through the roulette of positions we’d experienced, long into the night, I drew a quick and effective conclusion…

It had been a rather satisfying evening.

I allowed myself to stare at the ceiling for a few minutes as I felt her chest rise and fall with her deep, slumbering breaths.

This was the first time that I’d been self-conscious of this small, rather quaint hotel room. Against Jess’s desires, I’d insisted on renting something small and unassuming… after all, I didn’t want to call any attention to myself while I was here. She could have picked another hotel a few streets over, but as my publicist, she’d insisted on rooming nearby.

She settled for a floor down.

Jess was used to living to a certain standard of living. It came with the territory when you represented some hefty clients, including one of the biggest sports stars in the entire world. Luckily for her, the others were rather low-key, never causing a whole lot of trouble for her representation.

I was handful enough to make up for that.