Rock My Bed
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“Exactly like that.” He gets behind me and rubs the curve of my ass before giving it a little swat with this bare hand. “I love how secretly naughty you are.”
The contact stings a bit at first, but then an intense pleasure fills me. “Oooh.”
He grabs me around the waist and leans over my back to whisper in my ear. “I knew you were a bad girl. You need a good spanking, don’t you?”
I chew the inside of my lip, but don’t answer unsure of what to say.
“If you want me to keep going you need to tell me you want this,” he says roughly.
I don’t want him to stop so I say it. “Spank me.”
He growls as he kisses my shoulder and then pulls back to give me another little smack, only this time he uses the crop. It has more of a sting than his hand does. I whimper as he smacks me again.
“Do you like that?” he asks. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Don’t stop,” is all I can manager to say as I bite my lip.
“Spread your legs more.”
A couple minutes later he bends down behind me and flicks my clit with his tongue. His fingers slip inside me as he begins to work me up into a frenzy. My breathing quickens and a moan escapes my lips as I teeter right on the edge. Right before I do he stops and stands at my side. He wraps one arm around my waist as his hard cock pokes me in the belly.
He takes the crop and smacks it against my folds. At first it’s gentle and then he quickens the pace and every nerve in my body starts vibrating.
“Yes! Oh, god, Zach!” I cry out as I have one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
While I’m still on my high, he flips me over onto the bed and pulls my hips towards him. He shoves his cock inside me and I grab handfuls of the comforter as he works his way deeper.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps as he grabs my thighs and pounds into me.
My toes curl as his steady rhythm pushes me into a second orgasm. I grab his wrist and arch my back as I come hard a second time with him deep inside me.
He stares into my eyes. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Zach’s eyes watch me intently as he licks his lips and works towards his own release. A shine of sweat covers his bare chest and face. His tattooed forearms bulge as he grips my legs tighter.
He closes his eyes. “Fuck!”
All the muscles in his body tighten as he comes while he’s deep within me. This is one man that knows how to please a woman. I would love to keep him around longer because he has the power to make me feel so damn good, but I know too much of a good thing can also be bad.
****
We pull up to the parking lot where Big Bertha is waiting on his bike. The sun’s nearly set, so I know it’s getting late and almost time to say goodbye to Zach. The parking lot is a ghost town, a vast difference from when we were here last time after Black Falcon’s show.
After the bike is parked we head inside the bus. I set my overnight bag down and look around the empty place. At first, I thought we were alone because I didn’t see anyone around. I assume the twins are still out partying somewhere while Lanie and Noel are probably still at her mom’s place. I set my bag down on the floor and pause the instant I hear a moan come from the bedroom.
“Oh my god!” I whisper harshly. “Should we leave? I don’t want to interrupt if someone’s back there.”
Zach shakes his head. “The only person allowed to have chicks back there is Noel. We don’t cross the boundary of sex in each other’s beds. Sometimes it’s weeks before our sheets get washed.”
“Gross.”
He shrugs. “I know. We might as well make ourselves comfortable.”
He plops down in the love seat and tugs me down with him. Even though I know this isn’t going anywhere, it feels nice to snuggle with him. I lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
I close my eyes. “I’m going to miss this.”
“Me too,” he whispers into my hair before kissing the top of my head.
As I start to drift off, I hear the bedroom door open and then close. Lanie tip-toes down the hallway in what I imagine is Noel’s shirt. A grin fills my face. I knew she was still in love with that man. I’m glad she’s finally let herself feel something for him.
Lanie tilts her head and raises her eyebrows as she stares at Zach and me. I open my mouth to call her out, but she heads right into the kitchen and does her best to ignore me.
“Come on,” Zach says as he stands and then pulls me up with him.
We take a few steps and sit back down on the bench seat at the table.
Lanie squats down and looks through the cabinets. The fabric from Noel’s shirt is big enough that it hangs down over her thighs, but it still shows a ton of skin. She fidgets with the material while searching the shelves.
Zach smirks as he stands and reaches into the overhead cabinet next to the sink. He lets the door bang shut and chuckles when Lanie jumps at the sound. He sits next to me again with a package full of Oreos. Lanie eyeballs the blue package of cookies when he sets them on the table. I can practically see her mouth water from here.
“Make yourself useful and grab us some milk from the fridge,” Zach says to Lanie. “I always keep it in there. The guys know better than to take my stuff.”
She grabs the a gallon of two percent white milk and sets it on the counter before she searches for a couple of glasses.
“There should be some plastic cups on the top shelf, above the sink,” Zach informs her while she pokes around in the cabinets.
The contact stings a bit at first, but then an intense pleasure fills me. “Oooh.”
He grabs me around the waist and leans over my back to whisper in my ear. “I knew you were a bad girl. You need a good spanking, don’t you?”
I chew the inside of my lip, but don’t answer unsure of what to say.
“If you want me to keep going you need to tell me you want this,” he says roughly.
I don’t want him to stop so I say it. “Spank me.”
He growls as he kisses my shoulder and then pulls back to give me another little smack, only this time he uses the crop. It has more of a sting than his hand does. I whimper as he smacks me again.
“Do you like that?” he asks. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Don’t stop,” is all I can manager to say as I bite my lip.
“Spread your legs more.”
A couple minutes later he bends down behind me and flicks my clit with his tongue. His fingers slip inside me as he begins to work me up into a frenzy. My breathing quickens and a moan escapes my lips as I teeter right on the edge. Right before I do he stops and stands at my side. He wraps one arm around my waist as his hard cock pokes me in the belly.
He takes the crop and smacks it against my folds. At first it’s gentle and then he quickens the pace and every nerve in my body starts vibrating.
“Yes! Oh, god, Zach!” I cry out as I have one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
While I’m still on my high, he flips me over onto the bed and pulls my hips towards him. He shoves his cock inside me and I grab handfuls of the comforter as he works his way deeper.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps as he grabs my thighs and pounds into me.
My toes curl as his steady rhythm pushes me into a second orgasm. I grab his wrist and arch my back as I come hard a second time with him deep inside me.
He stares into my eyes. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Zach’s eyes watch me intently as he licks his lips and works towards his own release. A shine of sweat covers his bare chest and face. His tattooed forearms bulge as he grips my legs tighter.
He closes his eyes. “Fuck!”
All the muscles in his body tighten as he comes while he’s deep within me. This is one man that knows how to please a woman. I would love to keep him around longer because he has the power to make me feel so damn good, but I know too much of a good thing can also be bad.
****
We pull up to the parking lot where Big Bertha is waiting on his bike. The sun’s nearly set, so I know it’s getting late and almost time to say goodbye to Zach. The parking lot is a ghost town, a vast difference from when we were here last time after Black Falcon’s show.
After the bike is parked we head inside the bus. I set my overnight bag down and look around the empty place. At first, I thought we were alone because I didn’t see anyone around. I assume the twins are still out partying somewhere while Lanie and Noel are probably still at her mom’s place. I set my bag down on the floor and pause the instant I hear a moan come from the bedroom.
“Oh my god!” I whisper harshly. “Should we leave? I don’t want to interrupt if someone’s back there.”
Zach shakes his head. “The only person allowed to have chicks back there is Noel. We don’t cross the boundary of sex in each other’s beds. Sometimes it’s weeks before our sheets get washed.”
“Gross.”
He shrugs. “I know. We might as well make ourselves comfortable.”
He plops down in the love seat and tugs me down with him. Even though I know this isn’t going anywhere, it feels nice to snuggle with him. I lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
I close my eyes. “I’m going to miss this.”
“Me too,” he whispers into my hair before kissing the top of my head.
As I start to drift off, I hear the bedroom door open and then close. Lanie tip-toes down the hallway in what I imagine is Noel’s shirt. A grin fills my face. I knew she was still in love with that man. I’m glad she’s finally let herself feel something for him.
Lanie tilts her head and raises her eyebrows as she stares at Zach and me. I open my mouth to call her out, but she heads right into the kitchen and does her best to ignore me.
“Come on,” Zach says as he stands and then pulls me up with him.
We take a few steps and sit back down on the bench seat at the table.
Lanie squats down and looks through the cabinets. The fabric from Noel’s shirt is big enough that it hangs down over her thighs, but it still shows a ton of skin. She fidgets with the material while searching the shelves.
Zach smirks as he stands and reaches into the overhead cabinet next to the sink. He lets the door bang shut and chuckles when Lanie jumps at the sound. He sits next to me again with a package full of Oreos. Lanie eyeballs the blue package of cookies when he sets them on the table. I can practically see her mouth water from here.
“Make yourself useful and grab us some milk from the fridge,” Zach says to Lanie. “I always keep it in there. The guys know better than to take my stuff.”
She grabs the a gallon of two percent white milk and sets it on the counter before she searches for a couple of glasses.
“There should be some plastic cups on the top shelf, above the sink,” Zach informs her while she pokes around in the cabinets.
