Her tantalizing curves are on display. Greedily, I drink in the shape of her hips and the swell of her belly. There are silvery stretch marks on her curves and a surgical scar on her stomach—it looks like an appendix incision.
She moves to close her legs, but I settle between her thighs and push them apart. Her pretty pink pussy is already wet. A light layer of hair covers her sex and her inner thighs, like she’s between wax appointments. It’s softer than if she shaved. Hairy or bare, I don’t care. I love it all the same.
Lowering my mouth to her, I give her an experimental lick. Her musky flavor erupts on my tongue and my eyes roll back into my head as I dive in. Her rich taste makes my blood soar.
Audrey moans and relaxes her thighs, letting them fall open. She threads her hands through my hair and adjusts me a little to the left. I suck her clit into my mouth as I slip two fingers inside her. Her silky channel pulses around me, stealing my breath away. I can only imagine how good it will feel when it’s my cock.
She’s vocal and I absolutely love it. She pulls on my hair, grinding her perfect pussy on my face. When her pussy clenches and her walls start to flutter, she calls out my name. Loudly. Repeatedly. With a pleased smile on my face, I give her exactly what she wants, what she needs.
I kiss the inside of her thighs, nuzzling her soft skin. And when she comes down from her high, I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips for one last taste of her honey.
Audrey lets out a soft moan. She grabs my wrist, drawing me up the bed until I’m laying beside her. Reaching for me, she wraps her body around mine, our legs tangling as she kisses me breathless.
Her hands fumble for my shorts, tugging down the material until my cock springs free. She wraps her hand around my length and it’s my turn to moan. Precum leaks from the head of my cock and she rubs her thumb over the slit, catching it and spreading the stickiness over my cock.
My hips punch forward automatically. I duck my head to kiss her. Her tongue tangles with mine. She shifts her other hand to cup my balls, stroking over the sensitive sack.
Electricity shoots down my spine and I have to force her hand away.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” Audrey says. She rolls onto her back, her fingers diving between her legs and delving into her core.
I hate every fucking moment I have to be out of the bed. Digging through my toiletry bag, I come up with a strip and tear off one before returning to her—where I belong.
Audrey grabs the foil square and rips it open. She slides the latex circle over my length and then gives me a slow, firm stroke. I nearly combust from that alone.
Nudging her onto her back, I brace myself above her. Her hand snakes between us and positions the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Fuck me, Seb,” she says, looking up at me with her doe eyes. “Please.”
“If you insist.”
Sliding smoothly inside her, it takes everything in me to get control of myself. Her tight, silky heat feels so fucking good. My heart thumps against my ribcage. I lower myself down until our torsos are pressed together, chest to chest. I swear I can feel the answering thud of her heart against mine.
As I withdraw and thrust back inside, her eyes roll back in her head. She arches her back and clenches around me. Her fingers dig into my back, her nails leaving sending little pinpricks of pain through me that only serve to make me harder.
I fuck her steadily, the bed frame banging against the wall. I almost feel sorry for whoever has the hotel room next door.
Audrey wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into the backs of my thighs as I pound into her. She calls out my name, letting everyone in this goddamn hotel know exactly who’s the luckiest guy in the world.
Chapter 3
Audrey
I thought I knew what I was getting into with Seb. His sinful smile promised me dirty, dirty things. Naked things.
And so far, he’s delivered on every promise.
It’s usually pretty difficult for me to come, much less twice, but already I feel a second one building deep in the pit of my belly. I pinch my nipples and tug at them, losing myself to whatever feels good.
Sliding a hand between our bodies, I circle my clit. Seb nudges my hand away, replacing it with his. He touches me exactly the way I need, firm pressure mixed with hard thrusts.
He kisses the side of my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot beneath my jaw. A scream bubbles up within me.
“Seb!” It overtakes me, waves of pleasure coursing through me. I’m helpless to the sensations wracking my body. I almost sob, it feels so good. In fact, I think a tear gets loose. It trickles out of my eye and down my cheek.
He kisses the apple of my cheek, directly over the tear.
“There’s no crying in baseball,” he says, his voice rough and gravelly.
