It wound up the stairs, where their boots and socks were left.
It continued across her bedroom, where she lost her bra, and he shucked his jeans.
And it fell across her bed.
They barely landed before he hiked her up so her head was hanging over the opposite side, he grasped her behind her knees, pushing them up and out, and he buried his face in her pretty, wet pussy.
Her hand fisted in his hair, her legs tensed in his hold, using it to rock herself up to force him deeper.
He didn’t need the invitation, but he took the opportunity.
He had his tongue buried inside her when she panted, “You, you, you.”
He left her to reach his jeans, dragged them to him, pulled out his wallet, the strip of condoms, tore one off and then opened it, rolled it on, and turned to her.
He was inside her before his weight fully hit her.
Oh yeah.
Zero finesse.
She didn’t mind in the slightest.
He watched her neck arch and felt her back do it as her pussy clutched his dick.
He clamped an arm around her hips to hold her steady, rested a forearm on the bed so he wouldn’t crush her, and Hutch rode her, hard and rough, never taking his eyes from her face, or eventually her eyes when she latched onto his hair with a death grip and her gaze egged him to fuck her faster, rougher, harder.
He gave it to her, and to him.
He shifted his hips to find the right spot, drove hard, and her mouth opened in a silent moan as she took one fist out of his hair to embed her nails into his back, and he felt her cunt convulse around his driving cock.
She got hers, thank fuck, he let go and took his on a heavy grunt and a long groan.
Good Christ, even off the hook, no skill, no control, she was the best fuck he’d ever had.
Or maybe it was because of all of that.
He kissed her neck, her chest, pulled out and rolled to his back, digging an arm under her to curl her to his side.
They were both breathing heavily.
Even so, she pushed out, “I approve of the mustache.”
Hutch’s lips hitched with amusement.“Good to know.”
“You give great head.”
“Not sure how you’d know.I was only goin’ down on you for ten second before you demanded my cock.”
“Excuse me, it was more like fifteen seconds,” she disputed.
He was in too good of a mood to argue, even if he knew she was joking.“Okay, fifteen.”
“And you didn’t at all avoid that area the last time,’ she pointed out.
No, he hadn’t.
Not at all.
