Page 49 of Spin The Bottle
He nods when I walk out, slinging my gym bag over my shoulder. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, grinning when I see the name on the screen.
Leila:
You free?
For you? Always.
I smile when I press send, watching those three little dots dance on the screen for what seems like forever.
Leila:
My place.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Leila and I have been secretly hooking up for weeks now. Whenever one of us has the chance, we’re jumping each other’s bones. It’s amazing. Never having to worry about what I’m going to say to the girl once we’re done, or if she’s just going to want free tickets, or ask me to set her up with my teammates, which most of them do.
Leila is not that kind of girl. She’s looking for the exact same thing I am and that’s what makes this situation work so well. Which is why I head home as fast as I can, taking a quick shower before I’m knocking on her door.
She opens it, and her hand wraps around my arm and pulls me inside. “Did anyone see you?” she asks, closing the door behind me.
“No.” She’s on me in an instant, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down to kiss her. “Umffff.” I groan into her mouth. Holy fuck. I’m never going to get used to how she kisses. It’s fucking erotic, sucking, biting, and licking my lips like I’m a feast she wants to devour. My hands grab her full ass, pushing her into me. A low, throaty groan rumbles in the back of her throat. “Fuck.” I knead her into me. “You’re so needy today.”
She moans again when I kiss her neck. My dick hardens in my pants instantly. I want her so bad. She wraps her arms around me, her mouth back on mine as she moves backwards, stumbling onto the couch.
“Bed,” I mumble into her mouth.
She shakes her head. “There’s no time.”
I laugh into her skin, groaning when she lifts her hips, grazing against my hard dick. “It’s right there.”
She shakes her head again. “I’ve been thinking of this for days.” Holy shit. My dick just got harder if that’s even possible. We haven’t been able to see each other in a couple of days. She’s been gone for a photoshoot, and I’ve either been working late or have practice, and I need her as bad as she needs me. But that being said, she’s tall, I’m tall, a couch isn’t going to be the best bet.
“And I can do so much more for you in a bed.” I punctuate my sentence by pressing myself against her, loving how she drops her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when I do.
“Fuck,” she moans, pressing her hands against my chest.
I pull myself off her, grab her hand and push us through the door. She untangles herself from me, falls onto the bed and shuffles back.
“So pretty, laying there for me,” I murmur, looking down at the beautiful woman spread out on the bed in front of me. “Will you be soaked when I pull your panties off?”
She shakes her head, her tongue drifting out to lick her lips. Her hands pull at the hem of her pants, pulling them off slowly, so fucking slowly until they hang halfway down her hips. “I’m not wearing any,” she says.
My cock twitches in my pants. “Show me,” I tell her, desperate to see her. “Take off your clothes and spread those pretty legs for me.”
Her brows lift. “How about you just fuck me instead?”
I tut, shaking my head as I lean closer to her until I’m towering over her, placing my hands on either side of her hips on the bed. “You do as I say or you don’t get off. What’s it going to be? Do you want to talk back to me again or be a good girl and follow my instructions?”
She lets out a shaky exhale and then her hands drift lower, the material of her pants falling down until her tanned skin is on display, completely bare to me. “That’s it,” I coax her. “Take it all off.”
I help her out, pulling on the leg off her pants until they’re on the ground and she’s laying underneath me naked and so ready. I can smell her arousal, dying to taste her. I flick her top. “This too.”
Her nostrils flare. “Aiden.”
My frown is instant. This isn’t the first or the second time she hasn’t wanted to take her top off. I don’t push her on it, not wanting to ruin the mood. I lean down instead and bury my lips in her neck. “Do you know how bad I want you?” I ask her, my fingers spanning the width of her thigh, her skin so soft underneath my hands.
I drag my fingers through her slick folds, a soft groan coming deep from my throat when I feel how bad she wants me too. I press my thumb against her hard, swollen clit and her hips jump off the bed instantly. Her lips part and a sexy little moan comes from them, making me lose focus for a second.
“I can’t decide if I want to fuck you fast until you’re shaking or so slow you cry out for more.” I brush my lips against hers, my finger pressed against her wet pussy, the sounds in this room so filthy.
