Hit the Spot
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Tori didn’t say anything back, but her hand moved over my chest and she squeezed her leg around me. She was holding on.
Fuck yeah. I took that as her agreeing. “Need to recharge. Give me an hour.”
“Or two, depending,” she offered cutely.
I smiled, my arm tightening around her, then I shut my eyes, keeping hold of all that beauty. “Get some sleep,” I ordered.
“’Kay.”
Seconds went by, then I felt her fingers curl around my ribs. “Jamie?”
“Mm.”
“I’m planning on getting to bed early tomorrow,” she informed me. “I open the next morning and I’m pulling another double.”
Eyes remaining closed, I smiled again, not sure if she was seeing it or not. “Guess I’ll be pickin’ the lock then,” I shared.
“There’s a spare key in the cabinet by the fridge.”
My eyes flashed open and my arm around her tensed. I knew she felt that. Looking down, I saw the top of her head move a little as she pressed closer, bringing more of her body on top of me.
“Night,” she whispered.
A tightness gathered in my chest. I dropped my head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
I knew the exact moment Tori fell asleep. Her breathing steadied and her hold on me relaxed.
An hour later I was waking her with my mouth between her legs.
I never slept.
* * *
“Oh, God! Jamie, oh, my God!”
“Fuck,” I growled, teeth clenching, sweat dripping off me, off her, as I squeezed Tori’s thighs and bucked up into her wildly.
She was coming again. Right on the heels of her last orgasm, riding my shit so goddamn hard while I fucked her standing in the middle of her bedroom.
So good.
Fuck me, her pussy was so good.
Had intentions on taking her in her bed. Her legs thrown over my shoulders while she stared up at me, then turning her to her side so I could spank her and watch her tits bounce, but the second I stepped inside her bedroom after using the spare key to get in the house, those plans changed.
Tori sat up in bed, looking wide awake and like she was waiting for me, not sleeping like she said she would be. She pushed the covers down and ripped her shirt off to show me her tits, and as I was undressing, making quick work of it so I could get inside her before I lost my fucking mind, she scrambled off the bed, climbed up my body as I was rolling the condom on my dick, slid her hand between us to position me, and sank down.
Swear to Christ, took every ounce of strength in me not to lose it the second I stretched her.
I closed my eyes and started counting as she shifted her hips against me and begged against my mouth, making it to seven before I slowed down enough I could start working her.
Then I hooked her legs over my forearms, gripped her ass, and bounced her on my dick, watching her face as she took me.
Lips parted. Eyes half-closed. Heat creeping across her face. Head thrown back when I started thrusting up.
All beauty.
Her ass slapped against my thighs. I bounced her faster, building it in her while I told her how fucking hot she looked taking my dick.
Then we were kissing and she was digging her nails into my neck and moaning my name against my tongue, looking so crazy into me, into this, driving me to slam her down, harder, harder, until she was crying out and going off.
And here she was again, the hottest fuck of my life, leaning away and grinding her hips, whimpering, skin flushed and slicked with sweat, milking her orgasm while pulling mine to the surface, no matter how hard I was fighting to hold off.
Her pussy clamped down on my dick. She whispered “harder” as a bead of sweat or a tear rolled down her cheek, I didn’t know.
Fuck it. ’Cause unless I became deaf, blind, and numb from the waist down at this very second, I was losing this battle.
“God … fuck, baby, fuck,” I groaned, pulling her close, burying my face in her neck and driving up into her hard, harder like she asked, staying deep on the third thrust and then emptying inside the condom.
“Oh, my God,” Tori whispered, fingers moving in my hair as I breathed heavily against her skin. “I, uh, was tired. When I first laid down. Promise.”
Laughing, I leaned back to look at her. She gave me a shy smile before dropping her head on my shoulder.
“Gotta get cleaned up,” I said, lips to her hair.
Tori loosened her hold on me and let me lower her to the carpet. I kissed her, soft and quick, and then went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
I could smell her skin on me. Sweet vanilla. My mouth tasted like her toothpaste.
My dick started growing hard again as I was washing it off.
When I got back to the bedroom, Tori was sitting in the middle of the bed on her knees, facing the door, with her hands flat on her thighs. Her tits were moving rapidly with the breaths she was taking in and expelling.
Heavy, needy breaths.
She was still as worked up as I was, wanting me just as bad. Not fighting it. Not holding it in, but letting it be known. Letting me see it.
Fuck. So good.
Her eyes lowered to my dick when I started to stroke it. Lip caught between her teeth, she moved her hand to the bed and blindly picked up a condom.
It was one of mine. Tori must’ve been digging through my shorts.
“Gonna spank you while I fuck you this time,” I told her, thinking back to my earlier desires before she mounted me and shot that plan to shit. I climbed on the bed and watched her lick her lips, nodding quickly. She wanted that, too. Then I pushed her back and hovered over her, hand beside her head while the other palmed her tit.
She gasped and arched into me.
“You’re gonna be tired tomorrow,” I promised, bending to take her mouth.
“’Kay,” Tori whispered.
“Probably sore, too.”
She smiled against my lips. I felt the foil wrapper of the condom press to my chest.
“’Kay,” she whispered again, this time sounding happy as shit about that possibility.
Hearing that, I didn’t smile. I fucking grinned.
Then I got back to kissing her and got started on making good on those promises.
* * *
I realized quick that having any set plans in my head about how Tori and I were going to spend our time fucking was a goddamned waste.
Not that we wouldn’t end up possibly doing what I was anticipating, but right off the bat? The second we saw each other?
Fuck no.
Sex with Tori Rivera wasn’t thought out and predicated. It wasn’t routine.
It was chaos.
It was colliding bodies and clothes tearing. It was knocking shit over just to get to each other and then fucking on top of that same shit you just knocked over, ’cause you needed it now. Desperate. You couldn’t get it fast enough. It was barely getting through the door and furniture breaking.
It was dirty and rowdy and the kind of crazy that drove a person mad ’cause they wanted it like that. They needed it. They couldn’t wait.
And that was just after the third night I showed.
After getting the kind of welcome I’d gotten on Friday, I wasn’t sure what to expect showing up at Tori’s on Saturday.
It was after ten, so she might’ve been asleep. I might need to wake her if she wasn’t waiting up like before.
But when I swung my leg off my bike after cutting the engine and looked up, primed to start walking up the driveway, I saw that wasn’t going to be the case. Tori was standing in the doorway waiting for me. Her body wrapped in that green Christmas quilt. Her shoulders bare, giving indication she was naked underneath.
Fuck yeah. I took that as her agreeing. “Need to recharge. Give me an hour.”
“Or two, depending,” she offered cutely.
I smiled, my arm tightening around her, then I shut my eyes, keeping hold of all that beauty. “Get some sleep,” I ordered.
“’Kay.”
Seconds went by, then I felt her fingers curl around my ribs. “Jamie?”
“Mm.”
“I’m planning on getting to bed early tomorrow,” she informed me. “I open the next morning and I’m pulling another double.”
Eyes remaining closed, I smiled again, not sure if she was seeing it or not. “Guess I’ll be pickin’ the lock then,” I shared.
“There’s a spare key in the cabinet by the fridge.”
My eyes flashed open and my arm around her tensed. I knew she felt that. Looking down, I saw the top of her head move a little as she pressed closer, bringing more of her body on top of me.
“Night,” she whispered.
A tightness gathered in my chest. I dropped my head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
I knew the exact moment Tori fell asleep. Her breathing steadied and her hold on me relaxed.
An hour later I was waking her with my mouth between her legs.
I never slept.
* * *
“Oh, God! Jamie, oh, my God!”
“Fuck,” I growled, teeth clenching, sweat dripping off me, off her, as I squeezed Tori’s thighs and bucked up into her wildly.
She was coming again. Right on the heels of her last orgasm, riding my shit so goddamn hard while I fucked her standing in the middle of her bedroom.
So good.
Fuck me, her pussy was so good.
Had intentions on taking her in her bed. Her legs thrown over my shoulders while she stared up at me, then turning her to her side so I could spank her and watch her tits bounce, but the second I stepped inside her bedroom after using the spare key to get in the house, those plans changed.
Tori sat up in bed, looking wide awake and like she was waiting for me, not sleeping like she said she would be. She pushed the covers down and ripped her shirt off to show me her tits, and as I was undressing, making quick work of it so I could get inside her before I lost my fucking mind, she scrambled off the bed, climbed up my body as I was rolling the condom on my dick, slid her hand between us to position me, and sank down.
Swear to Christ, took every ounce of strength in me not to lose it the second I stretched her.
I closed my eyes and started counting as she shifted her hips against me and begged against my mouth, making it to seven before I slowed down enough I could start working her.
Then I hooked her legs over my forearms, gripped her ass, and bounced her on my dick, watching her face as she took me.
Lips parted. Eyes half-closed. Heat creeping across her face. Head thrown back when I started thrusting up.
All beauty.
Her ass slapped against my thighs. I bounced her faster, building it in her while I told her how fucking hot she looked taking my dick.
Then we were kissing and she was digging her nails into my neck and moaning my name against my tongue, looking so crazy into me, into this, driving me to slam her down, harder, harder, until she was crying out and going off.
And here she was again, the hottest fuck of my life, leaning away and grinding her hips, whimpering, skin flushed and slicked with sweat, milking her orgasm while pulling mine to the surface, no matter how hard I was fighting to hold off.
Her pussy clamped down on my dick. She whispered “harder” as a bead of sweat or a tear rolled down her cheek, I didn’t know.
Fuck it. ’Cause unless I became deaf, blind, and numb from the waist down at this very second, I was losing this battle.
“God … fuck, baby, fuck,” I groaned, pulling her close, burying my face in her neck and driving up into her hard, harder like she asked, staying deep on the third thrust and then emptying inside the condom.
“Oh, my God,” Tori whispered, fingers moving in my hair as I breathed heavily against her skin. “I, uh, was tired. When I first laid down. Promise.”
Laughing, I leaned back to look at her. She gave me a shy smile before dropping her head on my shoulder.
“Gotta get cleaned up,” I said, lips to her hair.
Tori loosened her hold on me and let me lower her to the carpet. I kissed her, soft and quick, and then went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
I could smell her skin on me. Sweet vanilla. My mouth tasted like her toothpaste.
My dick started growing hard again as I was washing it off.
When I got back to the bedroom, Tori was sitting in the middle of the bed on her knees, facing the door, with her hands flat on her thighs. Her tits were moving rapidly with the breaths she was taking in and expelling.
Heavy, needy breaths.
She was still as worked up as I was, wanting me just as bad. Not fighting it. Not holding it in, but letting it be known. Letting me see it.
Fuck. So good.
Her eyes lowered to my dick when I started to stroke it. Lip caught between her teeth, she moved her hand to the bed and blindly picked up a condom.
It was one of mine. Tori must’ve been digging through my shorts.
“Gonna spank you while I fuck you this time,” I told her, thinking back to my earlier desires before she mounted me and shot that plan to shit. I climbed on the bed and watched her lick her lips, nodding quickly. She wanted that, too. Then I pushed her back and hovered over her, hand beside her head while the other palmed her tit.
She gasped and arched into me.
“You’re gonna be tired tomorrow,” I promised, bending to take her mouth.
“’Kay,” Tori whispered.
“Probably sore, too.”
She smiled against my lips. I felt the foil wrapper of the condom press to my chest.
“’Kay,” she whispered again, this time sounding happy as shit about that possibility.
Hearing that, I didn’t smile. I fucking grinned.
Then I got back to kissing her and got started on making good on those promises.
* * *
I realized quick that having any set plans in my head about how Tori and I were going to spend our time fucking was a goddamned waste.
Not that we wouldn’t end up possibly doing what I was anticipating, but right off the bat? The second we saw each other?
Fuck no.
Sex with Tori Rivera wasn’t thought out and predicated. It wasn’t routine.
It was chaos.
It was colliding bodies and clothes tearing. It was knocking shit over just to get to each other and then fucking on top of that same shit you just knocked over, ’cause you needed it now. Desperate. You couldn’t get it fast enough. It was barely getting through the door and furniture breaking.
It was dirty and rowdy and the kind of crazy that drove a person mad ’cause they wanted it like that. They needed it. They couldn’t wait.
And that was just after the third night I showed.
After getting the kind of welcome I’d gotten on Friday, I wasn’t sure what to expect showing up at Tori’s on Saturday.
It was after ten, so she might’ve been asleep. I might need to wake her if she wasn’t waiting up like before.
But when I swung my leg off my bike after cutting the engine and looked up, primed to start walking up the driveway, I saw that wasn’t going to be the case. Tori was standing in the doorway waiting for me. Her body wrapped in that green Christmas quilt. Her shoulders bare, giving indication she was naked underneath.
