Hothead by Stella Rhys

32

My blood was stillon fire by the time we were back at the hotel, but my hot focus was no longer on the drunken hecklers.

It was a hundred percent on Evie.

She walked ahead of me, teasing me with every step in those heels, every sway of those hips. The way she sauntered across the marble floor caught the eye of every man in the lobby. From guests to staff, she had them all staring in the way she knew I both loved and hated.

This woman. She knew me well enough to know just how to rein me in. Another thing I both loved and hated. Little cocktease, I ground my teeth as I watched her, my pulse rising with the need to just lift that skirt and spank her ass till she couldn’t take anymore.

Fuck. She was so damned good at turning me into an animal. I’d already forgotten whatever sequence of events that had led us here. It was all a fog because all I saw was Evie, and the second I trailed her into the elevator, I cornered her, standing tight against her body to hide her from cameras.

“Come here,” I muttered, holding her neck with one hand as the other reached under her skirt. Her mouth hung slightly open, her lips curving in a breathless little grin as I reached between her legs and palmed her soaked panties. “Jesus,” I muttered, licking her smile.

“Take them off for me.”

I grasped a handful of the lace, relishing the sound of her raspy yelp as I ripped it clean off her pussy.

“That hurt,” she pouted as I slid her panties into my pocket and rubbed her wet pussy.

“Does that feel better?”

“Yes.”

“This?” I slid two fingers inside her. She tightened around me.

“Oh God.” Her nails dug into my chest as she whispered, “It feels so good.”

My teeth skimmed her sweet lips as she panted against me, moaning softly as I pumped my fingers inside her. I started slow, picking my pace up gradually, till my fingers were fucking her so hard the sound of her wetness was bouncing off the walls. “Drew,” she exhaled, her moans growing louder as she grinded her clit against the heel of my palm.

“Are you going to come all over my hand?”

“Yes,” she breathed with desperation breaking her voice. But in seconds, she ripped her body away from me because the elevator had stopped on a floor that wasn’t ours. “Fuck,” she hissed, writhing in torment against the wall opposite me.

I had to stare.

She looked like walking sex. And not just any sex – dirty sex. Her hair was messy and her dress was twisted askew. Her tits were ready to spill and those pillowy lips were so red and swollen I couldn’t be surprised at the reactions of the two guys who walked in. I wasn’t easy to miss but they didn’t even see me as their wide eyes flew right to Evie pressed up against the wall, staring speechlessly back at them. Secretly dripping from her naked pussy.

One of them muttered “wow” but the second he stepped toward her, I cleared my throat.

“Oh! Fuck.”

In one breath, he acknowledged both who I was and the fact that he’d just been looking at my woman. It was all he needed to shut right up and do a one-eighty.

I caught Evie biting her smirk because for the next four floors, both men were wide-eyed and silent. They stood dead center between us, staring straight ahead and so still you’d think I’d turned them to stone.

The second they got out, I had Evie pressed back on the wall, both our hands frantically grasping at one another as we kissed till we got to our floor.

I barely remembered how we got into our room. All I knew was that I was watching her skirt fall around her ankles, exposing her sweet pussy to me as she whipped my jersey up over her head.

“Bounce those perfect tits for me, baby,” I murmured as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Ah, ah,” she smirked, cupping her breasts and pushing them gently together. “I told you I was going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life, which means I’m in control tonight. You just tell me whether you want my mouth you’re my pussy first.”

“Let’s start with that smart mouth,” I muttered as I undid my belt buckle.

“Perfect,” Evie grinned, mischief glimmering in her eyes. “Now go lay down in bed. You’ve had very long, trying day, and you deserve to be taken care of now.”

God, she was so fucking sexy.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Peeling off my shirt, I lay down in bed, folding my arms behind my head and just watching as Evie climbed naked on top of me, her tits bouncing softly between her arms as she began to work my sore quads.

“Fuck... “ I exhaled, closing my eyes. A post-game massage by a naked Evie was pretty much exactly what I needed to wind down from tonight. I was pretty fucking content as it was, but then I felt her nipples graze my thighs just before I felt the heat of her mouth on my dick, kissing it over my boxers. “Holy shit, baby, what are you doing?” I rasped as she continued moving her mouth up my shaft, wrapping her lips around my tip as her palms applied more pressure to my thighs. “Oh my fucking God, Evie…” I groaned when I realized she was about to suck on my cock while working on my sore muscles.

I was delirious by the time she’d stripped my boxers off.

“Are you kidding me, baby?” I hissed, watching in awe because the way she took my cock was out of control.

She had my pulsing head at the back of her throat, and at the same time she was massaging the hell out of my sore muscles, never losing the rhythm of either stroke. It was fucking wild. With every push of her palm up my hamstring, she dropped her mouth down my cock. With every pull back, she sucked slowly back up to the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she spoiled every hard inch of me with her unbelievably skilled tongue.

“Holy shit. Fucking marry me,” I groaned, my fist pulsing around my handful of her hair. “That feels so fucking good. You’re gonna make me come so fast, baby.”

“Come whenever you want. I can do this all night,” she murmured against my pulsing tip. She lifted those big eyes and watched me as she stuck that pink tongue out slowly and swirled it around me like she was savoring an ice cream cone. The shuddering sensation was heaven enough but top that with the sexy little look on her face and I almost busted right there.

“You have no idea. I’m trying so hard not to come right now, baby,” I rasped. “I swear I’m wearing out every muscle in my body trying not to blow my load right fucking now.”

Evie’s sweet giggle against my cock sent a little buzz humming down from my tip to my root.

“Wear ‘em out then. I’ll always be here to massage you if you’re sore.”

Holy Christ, this woman.

“You’re fucking perfect. Do you know that?” It wasn’t even a rhetorical question. I needed her to know how incredible she was. How I loved when she proved me wrong. How she made me feel things I never thought were even real. “Oh fuck... baby.”

My balls were so tight I knew I couldn’t last much longer. She knew it too because she licked around the throbbing head of my cock while asking me, “Where do you want to come?”

God. Every little thing she did. Every fucking word she said was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life.

“I need to come inside you. Get on top of me. Let me see you ride my cock,” I muttered fast, both loving and hating the fact that she knew to roll a condom on first. I wanted to feel her skin to skin, with nothing in between. I wanted my cum to fill her pussy but I wasn’t about to dwell on those thoughts as I watched her straddle and lower herself onto me. “Yes. Just like that. Just like that, baby... you’re such a good fucking girl,” I growled, dizzy with lust as I watched her mount me, gripping me and guiding me between her wet folds. A deep groan tore from my throat as she sank that warm pussy down to the base of my cock, her round ass pressed tight against my churning balls.

I swore it couldn’t get better but the second that thought crossed my mind, Evie smoothed her palms up from my chest to my shoulders, rubbing my sore muscles and treating me to the incredible view of her full tits bouncing heavily as she rode me.

Once again, I tried holding out. I didn’t want this to end. I couldn’t let it. Never in my life had I felt this good. This taken care of. For Christ’s sake, not only was this the most beautiful girl in the world, I had her in my arms and I could see in the way she looked at me that she was mine. All fucking mine. That she wanted no one and nothing but me.

And it was the best feeling in the world.

I never wanted to let it go.

But the second Evie lowered herself and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, I exploded inside her, growling like an animal as she bounced on my dick and milked every last drop of cum from my tip.

For what felt like a full hour after, I lay in bed recovering. I could barely open my eyes.

All I could do was bask in the blissful haze she’d put me in, letting a delirious smile drift onto my lips as I heard her giggle and felt her brushing soft kisses along my shoulders, my cheeks, my lips.

It was probably 1AM when she laid on my chest and whispered my name. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me, and she gazed at me for another few seconds before murmuring, “I love you.”

Three words and she rearranged everything inside me.

My brain, my heart – they both knew different truths now. Trust was real and so was love because I loved Evie more than I thought I could love anything. As I held her to my chest, I swore I could feel all the good in her soul. I felt the warmth of it seeping into mine, filling in every chip and crack I’d sustained from every instance of hurt in my past.

She made me whole and as I felt all that, I tried my hardest to return those words she’d gifted me.

But they never made it out of my mouth before we fell asleep.