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Phoenix
“I’m pursuing this.”
Lennon Michael’s big brown eyes widened with recognition. She heard me, and she knew what I’d meant. She remembered… A spark of satisfaction shot its way from my heart to my groin when her face flushed at my declaration. Arousal, anger, whatever. Any attention from her was good attention. “I’m going to bed” her frigid tone made my skin prickle, “Alone” she added.
So she did. She went up to her side of our split hotel suite, alone. She got in bed, alone. And almost even fell asleep, alone.
“Phoenix Walker, put me down!” Kicking her feet, squirming, and shrieking under her breath. She really played the part. “As you wish.” Her exhale was an ‘oof’ when she hit the fluffy hotel comforter front first. Rewarding me with a passing glance at the cute, black panties she’d worn to bed with… my fucking Papa Roach shirt. She tried to twist around to look up at me, but I was able to pull her legs off the bed and pin them to the side with my hips.
Naturally, this left me pressed up against her absolutely immaculate ass and my hands resting on her hips. She turned her head to glare her patented hate fire at me, and her tone was icy when she demanded to know what I was doing. Flexing of their own volition, my fingers dug into her sides. “Nothing.” I made myself sound like the soul of innocence, when what I really wanted to do was spank the shit out of her. Having her bent over my bed in the soft light was making my palm itch and my breathing heavy.
Need was building within my body. The pressure of it went straight to my cock, which was now straining against the fabric of my gray sweatpants. I was able to resist the impulse to grind myself against her backside for longer than I would’ve expected, but it overwhelmed me in the end. Christ Almighty, the torture of rubbing my throbbing dick against Lennon’s panty covered pussy was divine. Blood thrummed in my ears like a plucked bass string, but I could still hear the barely audible sound she made. My heartbeat stuttered when I realized… she whimpered my name. “Did you say something, Groupie?” I asked, grinding against her harder. “You’re the fucking worst” was her breathy, almost moaned, answer.
Bastard that I am, her sass just made me grin. She tried to turn her face to the blankets to hide, but I wasn’t about to be robbed of the satisfaction of seeing her fight to keep her composure. Keeping my left hand at her hip, my right was free to grab a hold of her hair. Fist gripping the long, dark locks like a pony tail. Close to the scalp, and taut. The almost desperate sound she made sent a thrill of desire through me that left my balls aching.
“Is this going to be a thing?” Her voice was a little hoarse, and still held a thread of amusement. “Is what?” I aimed for genuine curiosity in my voice, but I was starting to have too much fun. Apparently, she wasn’t in the mood to play along, “You really like pulling my hair.” she hissed. “Yeah?” I asked, pulling her head back a bit as I pressed her thighs deeper into the mattress with my hips. “Do I?” I added, using my leverage to force her a little farther back in order to appreciate the arch of her spine. It had absolutely nothing to do with how the position forced her chest up and forward. “Fuck you, Phoenix” she whispered, extending her neck to let her head fall back to meet my hooded gaze.
No longer feeling the need to hold back, I slapped her ass as hard as I dared. The gasp she let out in shock sent a throb through me, which drove me to strike her again on the opposite cheek. Even around her underwear, I could see glaring prints of my left hand as they bloomed on her backside. My hands were almost shaking from the feral glee of marking her. Keeping my right hand tangled in her hair, my left hand snaked its way up and under her shirt. With one hand fisted in her hair and the other squeezing a tit, I had pulled her up, flush against my front, and caught between me and the side of the bed.
My mouth immediately found that sensitive spot of hers, right behind her ear. I teased a nipple with the pad of my thumb, and bit down hard on her neck. When I finally felt her muscles relax the barest amount, I let go, and let my tongue trace the indentations left by my teeth. My voice felt raw when I whispered “Can I fuck you, Lennon?” She didn’t immediately respond, which prompted me to drop my hands. I was starting to back away from her, when her hand shot back and grabbed my arm. Too flustered for words, but the flush on her face was unmistakable.
Trying not to emote my relief, I let my hands fall back to her hips. “Bend over.” My heart hammered in my chest, probably bruising itself on my rib bones, at the sight of her doing as she was told. Doing what I had told her to do. I leaned back on my cockiness to smother any vulnerability my question had let on. “That’s what I thought.” Her head whipped around; and if looks could kill, I’d be a corpse.
I’m not sure what it says about me that her hateful look just made me harder. I’m not sure what it says about her that she continued to look me dead in the eye when she slid her panties down. I’m not sure how I didn’t black out, because it resulted in every ounce of blood pressure I had being concentrated on my dick.
“Are you going to fuck me or not, rockstar?” Apparently, she was out of patience. I shoved the waistband of my sweats past my knees and gripped my shaft. With my other hand pressed against her lower back, I ran my cockhead through her folds. I had to bite back a groan when I found her absolutely soaked. Using my head, I teased her lips and watched them blush deeper. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I lined myself up and eased into her pussy.
Warm, wet velvet welcomed my aching cock, wrapping me so snuggly I could’ve wept. As I pulled my hips back, I could see the stretch of her around me. Truly, a hypnotizing sight; it was like her greedy hole didn’t want me to leave, either. I let out a curse and thrust, going deeper than before. She was whining by the time I was seated to the hilt, her hips shifting beneath me trying to stimulate her clit.
“Gimme your leg” my tone was more of a grunt than I expected, and she was so dickmatized it took a second for her to hear me. Even then, she was confused. Taking charge, I grabbed a hold of her knee and tugged her leg over my thigh. Situating her to be both pinned against the bed and straddling my thigh. All while still getting fucked senseless. The noises she made when I started strumming her clit were sensational. Needy and keening, breaths coming in pants as I played with her pussy and continued thrusting.
Sooner than expected, I felt the tell-tale fluttering of her walls. Lennon Michael came on my dick with a cry that almost took me down with her. My hands went to her hips, fingers digging into the flesh there tightly while I groaned and tried to hold back my own orgasm. She pulsed along with her heartbeat, and held me so tightly I could barely breathe.
The instant I caught my breath, I shoved her further onto the bed and made room for myself to kneel. With another jerk, her other leg over my thigh. Her gorgeous ass was propped up on my legs, and I had to take a moment to admire it; giving it a little jiggle for my own amusement. Although the transference of motion wasn’t a wholly unintended outcome. Taking a firm grip on her wide hips, I began to bounce her onto my cock.
Watching her take my dick was awe inspiring, truly. Laying prone as she was, taking it was about all she could do, and she did it very well. And I told her as much, leaning in to whisper in her ear how good she felt. “Do you like making me feel good, Lennon?” mouthing at the shell of her ear. I drove into her harder, purposefully making it difficult for her to answer. Whatever answer she gave, I never heard.
There was no build up of pressure in the base of my spine, just the tension in my balls spiking as I blew my load like a desperate teenager. I couldn’t help the needy moans I let out as I pulsed. Swearing, babbling, and whining. All kinds of embarrassing sounds fell out of my mouth as I came undone. I was so overwhelmed by my own release, I didn’t immediately feel her clenching around me as she followed me over the edge.
Untangling our legs while on the brink of the deepest, most sated exhaustion I’d felt in a long time was a challenge, but eventually we were under the covers. I pulled her back tight against my chest, and buried my nose in her hair; letting the smell of her drown out everything else. Before too long, it had lulled me to sleep. The comfortable press of her soft body in my arms sedated me more thoroughly than heroin.
So. You can imagine my displeasure at not finding her there when I woke up to my alarm as it blared “Karma” by MOD SUN.