I drop down until my elbows are resting on either side of her head. “Beautiful,” I mumble, staring down at her flushed face. I dip my head and kiss her again, while my cock pulses in the tight heat of her body.
I try to keep it slow. I try my fucking hardest. But Sabrina has other ideas.
She shoves her hand in my hair and pulls until our mouths break apart. “I need more.” She sounds as desperate as I feel.
“Tell me what you need.”
“This.” She grabs my hand and pushes it to where we’re joined. Her fingers cover my knuckles as she urges me to stroke her clit. “And this.” She bucks upward and starts fucking herself on me.
And that’s the game, ladies and gentleman.
My slow, measured pace explodes to dust. In its place, pure animal fucking. I drill into her with everything I’ve got. The heel of my hand stays glued to her swollen clit, rubbing in time to each frantic thrust. Within seconds we’re both sweaty, breathless messes. The mattress springs creak from the force of our fucking. The headboard slams against the wall in a rhythmic thump-thump-thump that matches the wild pounding of my heart.
She comes before I do, clutching my shoulders as she shudders beneath me. The blowjob had taken the edge off, so I last longer. Hell, longer than I want to, because I’m dying to come. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, screaming for release that’s still out of reach.
“Let go,” Sabrina murmurs.
And then her fingers dig into my ass cheeks, one drifts along the crease, and—
That’s the game.
I shoot with a hoarse cry. I forget my name. I probably black out for a minute. I feel loopy and wonderful and my balls are still tingling, but I think I might be crushing her, so I force my weak body off hers and collapse onto my back.
“Holy fuck,” I mumble, staring up at the ceiling. “That was—”
A knock on the door cuts me off.
“Having fun in there?” a slurred male voice drawls. “Because it sure sounds like it.”
Sabrina freezes like a deer in the middle of a country road. The sex glow she’d been sporting fades instantly. Her face turns ashen, her fingers curling into the bedspread.
“Go away,” she snaps at the door.
“What? You’re not gonna introduce me to your friend? Don’t be so rude, Rina.”
“Go away, Ray.”
But the son of a bitch isn’t going anywhere. He starts rapping on the door again, drunken laughter echoing in the hall. “Lemme meet your friend! C’mon, I’ll be nice.”
Sabrina jumps off the bed and starts snatching up pieces of clothing. I quickly do the same, because it’s obvious that lying around naked isn’t in the cards.
She throws on a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts, then stalks to the door and flings it open. “Get the fuck away from my door, Ray. I mean it.”
The man in the doorway pushes past her, craning his neck to get a good look at me. When our gazes lock, he laughs again.
“Aw, you’ve got yourself a little jock buddy! Check out the muscles on this one!” His greasy hair flops onto his forehead as he swings his head toward Sabrina. “You like the muscles, huh? Yeah, you definitely like ’em. Heard you squealing like a bitch in heat all the way from the living room.”
“Get out,” Sabrina growls.
“You sound hot when you come—”
Fuck this. Anger boils in my gut as I charge forward. I don’t give a shit that this man is Sabrina’s stepfather. The sick fuck is not allowed to speak to her like that.
“That’s enough,” I say in a low voice. “She asked you to leave.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Who the fuck are you to give me orders? This is my house, boy.”
“And this is her room,” I retort.
“Tucker,” she starts, but Ray interrupts her.
“Rina, tell your jock to shut his trap. Otherwise I’ll shut it for him.”
Yeah right. I could knock this fucker out with one punch. He’s so drunk he’s swaying on his feet.
“Ray.” Sabrina’s voice is deceptively quiet. “I’d like you to leave, please.”
Silence hangs between the three of us. Finally, Ray rolls his eyes in a dramatic fashion and edges back to the door. “Jeez, you really are a stuck-up bitch, aren’t ya? I was just playing around.”
“Play somewhere else,” I say coldly.
“Shut up, jock boy.” But he doesn’t stick around.
We hear his unsteady footsteps in the hallway. A moment later, a door shuts.