He made his way to the bed and stretched out, crooking a finger.
I followed and straddled his hips, settling my hands on his chest and bending to kiss him, but my belly got in the way. “Okay, this is not quite what I had in mind.”
He smiled. “We don’t need to do this.”
“No, I want to,” I said, letting out a frustrated huff. “I feel so good today, honey, and I want you to fuck me like I deserve.”
He chuckled as he sat up, kissing me, then rolling me so he was behind me in spoon fashion. “Let me lead,” he suggested, sliding his hand between my legs and slipping a finger inside of me.
I slid my top leg behind me and over his thigh, opening for him, and he guided himself inside of me.
“Yes,” I rasped.
He pressed on my back, repositioning himself slightly, then he was moving, slowly at first, then faster, burying himself deep inside of me as I kept my leg over his and moved with him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, then his body locked, and I felt his dick pulse inside of me. “Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t move,” I ordered. “I want your fingers on my clit.”
He did so immediately, and I came almost as hard and fast as he did, gripping his hand between my legs and pressing it harder against my sensitive nub. “Holy crap, that’s so good,” I whispered, grinding down against his hand.
“Jesus, you make me so fuckin’ hard,” he growled, rocking against me.
I moaned as he worked my clit and buried himself deep. “Harder, Tris.”
“On your knees, Liv.”
He pulled out long enough for me to shift onto all fours, then he slid his finger through my wetness and pressed it against my dark hole as he buried his dick inside my pussy again.
“Yes,” I hissed. “God, yes.”
Fucking both my ass and my pussy had me screaming his name as my walls gripped his dick like a vice, coming so hard, I almost fell onto the mattress. He was faster than me, though, and lifted me so I was on his lap, reverse cowgirl, and I slid my legs onto either side of his, giving him access to my clit.
Which he took delicious advantage of.
“Watch your head,” he warned, and that was when I realized just how close we were to the bunk above us.
“Shit.” I reached above me and grabbed the slats.
“Baby, I got you. Just didn’t want you to get too excited and slam your head.”
“I was so close,” I complained.
“I’ll get you back there,” he said, and rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb.
I dropped my head back and let him get me back there, still holding onto the slats, this time for balance as I rode him like a good southern cowgirl should.
* * *
After getting dressedand cleaning up, we made our way back out to the party to find Payton was back as well, her hair a little messier than before, much like mine. Doc kissed me quickly, then headed out back where the men were grilling.
“How ya feelin’?” Payton asked.
“Much, much better,” I said. “How about you? Did you count any stairs?”
She laughed. “No, he took care of me behind closed doors this time.”
“What can I do to help?” I asked.
