“Ride me, princess.” I’m practically begging at this point, but my pride is so far gone that I no longer care.
Scarlett finally takes pity on me and opens her thighs wider, slowly dropping down onto my cock, encasing it in wet heat. I watch as she lowers all the way down until I’m fully sheathed inside her. A groan rumbles through me at the feeling as a soft moan falls from her lips. Holy shit, I never knew that it could feel this good. With the way she’s edged me over the past couple of days, it’s going to take all my willpower not to blow in thirty seconds.
She drags her hand down my chest, her fingernails scraping me lightly. “You okay, baby?”
I nod, my chest heaving as I try to get the words out, “I’m good, Scar.”
“That’s my boy.” I almost come just from her telling me I’m hers. I know that I’m not really hers. I mean, this is only going to be for our trip. Right?
I’m catapulted out of my thoughts as I feel Scarlett slowly lift before slamming back down onto me, making pleasure shoot through my spine. She leans back, placing her hands on my thighs for leverage as she moves up once again, before dropping back down, another pretty moan falling from her plush, pink lips. In this position, her back is arched and my eyes move over her – she really does have the most athletic physique. Her abdomen is smooth and defined, from the countless hours in the studio I’m guessing. Then my gaze shifts toward her tits, perky and round with dusky pink nipples. I move to touch them before I’m jerked back by the resistance band. This is fucking torture.
My eyes shift back down to her pussy, watching as my cock slides in and out of her. Then I zone in on her clit that must be begging to be touched.
“Scar.” I whisper on a groan, and she tilts her head down to look at me, her eyes glazed as she continues to ride me.
“Yeah?”
“Touch yourself, Princess.” She slides one hand to her clit, starting to rub firm circles while she moves the other to her nipple, pinching and tugging.
“Holy shit.” She moans, loud enough that there’s no doubt the rest of the house heard her if they’re still awake, but I can’t find it in me to care. “You feel so good, Levi.” Scarlett hinges forward at the hips, coming all the way down so that she’s lying directly on top of me. Bringing a hand to the nape of my neck, she slams her mouth onto mine, kissing me feverishly.
Grinding her hips into me, she groans into my mouth. The fact she is taking what she wants from me is so incredibly sexy – and it has me hurtling toward my release.
“Fuck, Scar. I’m going to come soon.” I mumble against her lips, willing my impending orgasm away.
“Not yet, baby. Hold off, I’m getting close.” I scrunch my eyes closed as Scarlett starts to move faster against me. Shesqueezes my cheeks, making my eyes open to meet her green ones.
“Eyes on me, Lev.”
She gasps as she grinds her clit into my pelvis, her pussy clenching around me and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off now.
I’m mesmerized as she moves in a rhythm, and I feel her growing wetter as she gets closer to her release. I thrust my hips up slightly to meet hers, making her gasp. “Holy shit, Levi. I’m coming.” Her pussy flutters around me, and my release slams into me as I spill into the condom.
Scarlett continues to move over me lazily before placing a soft kiss to my chest and sliding off me. She unties my hands from the bed frame, pressing her lips to my temple as she massages out my shoulder, which I now realise has become slightly tender.
She sighs happily as she cuddles into my side, though before she gets too comfy, I jump up to go clean up. I discard the condom before grabbing a wet towel and heading out to clean Scar.
I get into bed, pulling Scarlett into me as she gives me a sleepy smile. I return the look, feeling more relaxed than I have in… forever, probably.
“Do you think we got it out of our system?” She closes her eyes, and I feel my face drop. I don’t know if it can be just once with her. I don’t want whatever this is to be just at the cabin. She’s the best thing to happen to me in such a long time, the thought of losing her is overwhelming.
I feel her breathing even out as she falls into sleep, and I watch her, not wanting this night to be over yet.
My eyelids start to grow heavy after a while, and I pull Scarlett tighter into me, falling intodeep sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LEVI
Asoft buzzing pulls me out of sleep, and I feel something warm pressed against my side. Groaning, I turn to the bedside table to grab my phone, and answer without checking the caller ID. Rolling onto my back again, I pull Scarlett closer on instinct.
“Hello?”
“Carter. How’s it going?” Coach’s gruff voice comes through the speaker. My eyes widen as I register the last twenty-four hours, and Coach’s warnings before I left. Although, it’s not enough to make me let go of Scar.
“Coach, it’s going well.” I nod subconsciously, knowing he can’t see me. My heart is pounding as I wait for his response.
“I’m assuming the boys made it to you safely?”
