IS this going to be what happens every time I get her alone in my room?
I mean, I’m good with that, but it feels too good to be true. I’ve been thinking how it’d feel to have Stassie naked beneath me for weeks.
I thought about what it’d be like to fuck her when she called me rich kid hockey star and proceeded to tell me how much she didn’t give a shit about hockey.
I should have known the trouble that was coming my way then.
I have no idea how I will make it out of this alive because my imagination hasn’t done her justice, not even a little bit. I’d say she’s going to ruin all other women for me, but I don’t think about anyone but her.
As soon as Summer stepped in front of me, I knew Anastasia would be unhappy. She rightfully called me out for being jealous in the past, so when the opportunity to give her a dose of her own medicine, without actually rejecting her, landed in my lap, I couldn’t turn it down.
I know what it looked like from the kitchen. I watched all their faces sink into horror. The guys know how long I’ve been after Summer, but for the first time, I wasn’t interested. Yeah, I was shocked too. I got her some tampons from the box of shit under Henry’s sink and sent her back downstairs.
I was expecting Anastasia to hold out longer. Summer would have only just reached the bottom of the stairs before she was storming up them.
Maybe she didn’t like Rothwell as much as she likes me, and she does like me, even when she says she doesn’t.
It’s ideal she was here the whole time. Now I can keep her up here all night and fuck the jealousy out of her. I affectionately nudge my nose
against hers. “I’ll be gentle.”
Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, catching me off guard, her tongue sweeping over the same area. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you hate me.”
Jesus Christ. “I’m not going to act like I hate you, Anastasia.”
Her body squirms, desperately searching for something to dull the ache.
Her eyes narrow, and she leans forward so we’re nose to nose. “Why?”
“Because I could never hate you.” I hold the back of her head to keep her mouth next to mine, absorbing her loud, satisfied cry when I slide into her, stretching her slowly. “I’m going to fuck you like this tight little pussy is mine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?”
I’ve stunned us both to silence, except for our matched pants and her soft moan when I roll my hips. She’s soaking wet and is gripping me so fucking good, it’s hard to believe I’m expected to do anything else ever again.
It’s taking every shred of self-control to stay still and let her adjust, knowing her bossy ass will let me know when she’s ready. It’s not until I’m hovering over her that I realize how much bigger than her I am.
“You just had to give me all of it, didn’t you? Fucking show off.” Her fingertips travel across the planes of my back as her hips begin to wriggle, the sign I need to pull back and thrust forward again.
“I’m only giving you half.” Her hooded eyes snap wide open, and she sits up to look down at where our bodies join. “But I think you can take more.”
Pulling back, I thrust forward as far as I can until I meet resistance. Her nails sink into my shoulders, back arching pushing her stomach into mine. “Oh my God.”
“You feel so fucking good, Anastasia, such a perfect pussy.” Her legs wrap around my hips, ankles crossing at the bottom of my back, tightening to keep me there when I’m deep inside her.
“Nate,” she whispers like a prayer, “it’s so big. Full. Ah.”
She’s trying to finish me just with her words, and fuck, she might manage it if she carries on. My head falls to her shoulder; I press my lips against her collarbone, then up her neck until our mouths are crushed together, a desperate thrashing of tongues and lips.
One hand tugs my hair, and the other claws at my back. She’s close; I can tell by the way she’s writhing below me, by the way her breath hitches
when the end of my co*k brushes against her G-spot, by the way her face twists with ecstasy when I get deeper.
I remove the hand cradling her head and slip it between us, thumb rubbing against her swollen bundle of nerves until her whole body is arching and her jaw drops. “Come all over my cock, Stas. Give it to me.”
Her entire body tightens as she cries my name into my shoulder, nails sinking so deep I’d be surprised if she hasn’t drawn blood. With her pus*y pulsing around me as I slow down, I press my l*ps against her forehead and roll us over so I’m on my back, her body soft and limp on my chest, my co*k still buried inside her.
“That was…” she pants. “You are…Did you come?” “Not yet. I wanna watch you ride me.”
Stassie on top of me has been the star thought of every shower I’ve had for the past week. Ever since she said it out loud, it’s all I’ve thought about. The way her eyes glimmer as she looks at my face, a coy smirk on her lips, I know I’m fucking in for it.
She sits up straight, sliding down on my dick slowly until she’s taken every inch. I look at the space between her legs where we’re joining, and there isn’t a slither of space.
Jeeeeeeez.
“Like this?” she asks gently, brushing her hair from her face. I nod, hands sinking into her hips, unable to formulate any actual words. Her hips swirl and grind down, and my breath catches in my throat. “Or like this?”
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” I tell her, voice strained.
I know Stassie is flexible from watching her skate. So I don’t know why I’m so surprised when she stretches her legs out to each side, doing the splits. “What about like this?”
Can’t talk or think. I go deeper; I don’t fucking know how or where it’s coming from or where it’s going. She places her hands on my stomach, lifting herself up and down. The bolt of pleasure crashes into me hard, and I’m gripping her hips so tight she’ll have marks for days. “You’re incredible, fucking incredible.”
Every rock of her hips is the perfect rhythm, and I’m losing my mind. I snap my hips up as she comes down, and her head falls back. “Right there, yeah, right there…”
Collapsing onto my chest, her fingers reach up to grip my hair. Still rocking back against my thrust, the satisfying sound of slapping skin echoes
around the room, and I’m suddenly glad there’s a loud party on the other side of my door.
Stassie’s body is perfect; strong and flexible, with a round, fleshy ass and full tits. None of that even matters when it comes to how fucking good it is feeling an orgasm rip through her.
“You gonna come for me again, Anastasia?” I tease as her legs tremble and her fingers dig into my skin.
She mumbles something incoherent under her breath, her tanned skin shimmering under my bedroom light, baby hairs stuck to her forehead, an exhausted, satiated look on her face while she takes every inch like a fucking champion.
I wrap my arm around her waist to keep my hold on her and slip my other between our joined bodies. I apply light pressure to her clit and she shatters.
I deserve a medal for not busting right now because her entire body tightens, which seconds ago I would have said was impossible. She’s trembling, hips bucking as she rides out her orgasm, crying my name.
“You’re a demon.” She reaches up, pressing her lips to mine, our bodies still stuck together in the best way. “Real-life freaking demon.”
“I never had you down as a quitter, Allen.” I tuck the hair hanging over her face behind her ears, cupping her face in my hand. I take a second to look at her. Flushed cheeks and a lazy smile as she turns her head to kiss the palm of my hand. “You are so goddamn beautiful, y’know?”
“You’re already fucking me, Hawkins. You don’t have to blow my ego too.”
There she is.
My post-coming docile, affectionate girl is gone, her typical bratty attitude restored. I slap my hand against her ass cheek, rolling her onto her back again. Pulling out of her, I chuckle at her whimper of disappointment and her squeak of surprise when I flip her onto her stomach. “I can’t go again.” She moans. “I can’t.”
I tug her hips until her ass is in the air and this view is what I’m going to dream about every night. “You wanna stop?” She looks at me over her shoulder and shakes her head. “Good, hold onto the bed.”
Her hands reach out and grip the bars of my bed frame, head resting against a pillow trying to watch me as I position myself behind her.
I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.
I rub my cock up and down, taking extra time to circle her oversensitive clit, making her body shudder. When she’s impatiently whimpering, I finally line myself up and sink into her again.
She meets every thrust forward by pushing back onto me, her ass bouncing off me and letting me go even harder. My hands fit perfectly in the curve of her waist, and the noises she’s making aren’t going to let me last long like this. “I told you I was going to fuck this pussy like it’s mine, Anastasia, ’cause it is fucking mine.”
“Nathan…” She’s moaning but still manages to sass me. “In your dreams.”
“Let go of the bed.” Satisfaction bubbles under my skin when she immediately listens to me, doing what she’s told for once. Pulling her back to my front—I want her closer, need her closer—I run my tongue along her shoulder to her neck, tasting the salty sheen on her skin.
One of my hands snakes up her body to her tits, and the other cups between her legs, feeling my dick move in and out as she bounces on it in a fervent rhythm. Her entire body is trembling, chest heaving, pussy throbbing around me. “It’s too much. It’s too good, I can’t.”
“Don’t be a quitter, Anastasia.” My fingers slowly tease her clit, deliberate and controlled, and she’s almost there. Her mouth tilts toward me, hips bucking and grinding, eyes rolling back. I crash my mouth into hers as she screams, squeezing me so fucking tight I can’t hold back, spilling into the condom.
It’s like fire spreading across my entire body, consuming and engulfing me, suffocating me in the flames. I’m twitching and spasming inside her well after we’ve stopped moving, the pleasure flooding through me.
“Was that better than hate sex?” I grumble, forehead falling to her shoulder.
She starts laughing, her body wiggling in my arms. “Oh. My. God. Shut up, Nathan.”
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THE DOWNSIDE of having a house full of people, other than having a house full of people, is trying to sneak around.
After finally convincing myself to slip out of her, I dispose of the condom and pull on some sweatpants. She looks over from the bed, nose scrunching when she realizes I’m a man on a mission.
“You’ve melted all my bones,” Anastasia says. She’s naked on my bed, her stomach flexing as she takes controlled breaths. She looks incredible. Unbelievably, after all that, my dick twitches, but if I suggest going again right now, she’ll murder me. She watches me cross the room toward the bedroom door. “Where are you going?”
I kiss her forehead and pull a blanket over her, ignoring her frown. “I’m about to open this door. Do you want to risk whoever might be standing outside of it seeing you butt-ass naked?” She shrugs. “I’m going to steal shit from Henry. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Henry is the MVP tonight and I think I’ll be going to Target tomorrow to buy a box of girl shit. I punch in all the zeros and stroll through, getting the shock of my life when Henry is in his boxers making out with a half-naked girl on his bed.
“Oh shit!” I shout, covering my eyes. “I’m sorry, buddy, fuck, I need to get that box of stuff from your bathroom. I’m sorry…”
“Daisy,” the mystery girl says.
I keep my hand over my eyes and head toward the bathroom, closing the door behind me, immediately finding what I need. I’ve stolen shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, a hair tie, and a brush. I take one last look, deciding to grab some socks too. I balance them on one arm and use my other to shield my eyes as I venture back out into what should be classed as no-man’s-land.
“She’s gone. You can move your hand,” Henry says flatly.
“I’m sorry, kiddo. I didn’t think you’d be up here. Who’s the girl?”
“Someone I know. She’s Briar’s younger sister.” He sighs and I feel so guilty. “Next time you’ve got a girl, Cap. Don’t leave her alone, or I’m taking her.”
Great. “You probably could, bud. I won’t come back, I promise. Go find your girl.”
Anastasia is where I left her when I let myself back into my room. “Just cockblocked Henry by accident. No more talking to him, Allen. He said if I leave you alone, he’s taking you.”
She’s still laughing after I’ve put the supplies in the bathroom and walked back to my bed to scoop her up.
“He could, y’know. He’s got that mysterious but sweet thing going on.”
Don’t I know it. Women love Henry. I turn the shower on to the correct pressure and temperature and step us in, gently putting her back on her feet. I reach for the shampoo and she huffs. “Nathan, I can do this myself.”
“Why would you do that when I’m here to do it for you?” She doesn’t fight me as I methodically move my fingers through her hair, coating every strand in suds and washing them away.
My fingers sink into her shoulders, her body lulls, and she leans back into my chest, sighing contently. It’s quiet and peaceful here, a stark contrast from earlier, well, until I pick up the conditioner bottle, squinting at the tiny instructions. “Where the fuck does this go?”
She folds over laughing. “The ends.”
I scrub her from head to toe and when we’re done, I wrap her in the biggest, fluffiest towel I’ve got. Stassie flips from tame and passive to irritated quicker than anyone I know, but by the way she’s snuggled into my chest, you wouldn’t know it.
I grab her a Titans T-shirt from my drawer and pull it over her head, pulling on some boxers myself before laying her down on the bed and climbing in beside her.
I couldn’t care less about the loud party outside my door. I flick off the lights and lie down beside her, wrapping my arms around her, when she immediately shuffles toward me. She drapes her body over mine and immediately falls asleep, soft snores tickling against my chest.
Instead of going to sleep myself, I lie in the dark, listening to her breathing and trying to devise a plan to make her not want to do this with anyone else.
And I come up with absolutely nothing.
