The Home Team

Chapter 4

Becca

If you thought that getting caught in the elevator was going to sober me up and bring some clarity to what I was about to do, you would be wrong. After my initial embarrassment flew out the window, I found myself locking lips once again with Mr. Sexy once he opened the door to his apartment. Even with the orgasm I just had, my body seemed to still be on fire with a need that outweighed any and all rational thoughts at that particular moment.

Mr. Sexy kicks the door closed behind the two of us as he lifts me up from under my ass and my legs wrap around his waist on their own accord. My dress rode up to my hips until my very wet core was pressed against his abdomen. He carries me into the kitchen and sets me on the counter. His large hands cupping the sides of my face and his fingers slide into my hair as his tongue dances with my own.

My own hands find their way to the hem of his shirt and frantically push it up and over his head before I fling it to the ground beside us on the floor. Holy sh*t he is f*cking hot. His abs and chest are perfectly sculpted and my fingers traced the defined lines of his abdomen, causing his body to shudder.

His own hands find the zipper at the back of my dress, and he makes quick work of unzipping the fabric and pushing the top of my dress down and exposing my bare breast to his hungry gaze. My n*****s harden immediately as the cool air hits them.

“Beautiful.” He says, never taking his heated gaze from my breast. His hands palming each of my breast, each one filling his hands perfectly.

My hands now fumble with the buttons of his jeans for a moment before I slide them down and off his hips. And to my surprise, he wasn’t wearing any boxers, so I am now staring at his massive c**k as it stands proudly against his abs. The head a deep purple and glistening with his precum.

Does that sober me? Not a chance. My alcohol-induced lust is long gone and replaced with something else entirely. The height of the countertop is perfect with my hips level with his own. With one hand, he palms my breast again and tweaks the hard n****e, causing me to moan and close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again, he is stroking himself slightly and looking at my now soaking wet p***y as it weeps on the countertop.

He pulls my hips to the edge of the counter to where my ass is about halfway off the edge. I watch as he lines his c**k up with my p***y and rubs the head against me before slowly pushing inside. My walls stretch around him with every inch that he presses into me. It hurts but feels so f*cking good all at the same time. I have never gone all the way with my previous boyfriends, and I wasn’t sure what to expect when it came to s*x, but if it was like this, I wish I had done it before, but then again it could be just because it was with Mr. Sexy.

I can tell he is holding back. I don’t know if he can tell I have never done this before or not, but when he trusted hard and fast buried himself to the hilt inside of me, I cried out in shock from the pain. My eyes are closed as I try to breathe through the pain, hoping that it subsides soon. When I open them again, I find his brown eyes locked on my face with an astonished expression that quickly turns to possessiveness.

“You are a virgin.” It was a statement not a question. He was merely stating the facts. When I nod because I was still unable to formulate words, his eyes darken. “Baby, I hope you are ready because I am about to f*ck you so thoroughly that no man that comes after me will even compare.” He growls and his lips find mine as he slowly pulls almost all the way out, leaving only the head inside.

He thrust back in, to the hilt, my walls quivering just from having him stretch me so much. “F*ck.” He says as he breaks the kiss and I moan. He continues to rock his hips back and forth, driving himself deeper and deeper, and when he is sure that the initial pain has past, his movements increase until he is pounding into my p***y.

“Oh, f*ck yes.” I scream as he hits a spot that sends a shock wave of pleasure coursing through my body and my legs that are wrapped around his waist lock trying to hold him still as the waves crash over my body.

“That’s two.” He growls as he nips my ear and continues to f*ck me hard and rough through my orgasm.

His hands grip my hips tightly and my own are gripping his shoulders, trying to hold myself upright as I pant and moan loudly. The sounds of our bodies connecting echoed throughout the empty room. I reached up and dragged his lips to mine and I bit his bottom lip hard. He hisses and slams his hips into me, sending a deliciously painful sensation through my body.

“Naughty girl.” He says with another hard thrust that knocks me over the invisible edge once again and I feel my walls clench around him once again and my body become Jello. My muscles have been reduced to literally nothing now. “That’s three,” he says as he continues his ruthless pounding.

He is close, I am sure of it. His movements have become quick and unsteady as his need for release grows with every thrust. He wraps an arm around my now almost limp body and pulls me close to his chest. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” He grunts out as his other hand reaches between our bodies and plays with my overly sensitive clit.

My body bucks wildly with every passage of his fingers and thrust from his c**k. “That’s it baby. c*m with me one last time.” He whispers in my ear as his body stills, and he pinches my clit hard. I screamed this time as I came for a fourth time tonight. My p***y walls damn near strangling his c**k as he cums.

The room goes quiet except for the sounds of our panting as we both try to recover and catch our breath for a moment. Mr. Sexy leans his forehead to mine with his eyes still closed.

“That was amazing.” I said, finally finding my voice again.

His eyes open and with a small smirk he says, “The night isn’t over yet baby.” And he pulls out of me, and I whimper from losing the wonderful fullness I felt when he was inside of me. He chuckles before pulling up his pants and buttoning them.

I damn near fell to the floor when he pulled me off the counter to my feet and I mumbled a “sorry” under my breath. He slips his arm behind my back and under my knees, picking me up bridal style.

“Don’t be sorry. That just means I f*cked you as good as I promised.” He said with a wink as he opens the door to the bedroom and lays me on the bed before he disappears into what must be a connected bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth. He spreads my legs open and tries to wipe the c*m and blood from my thighs.

“I can do that.” I said, trying to take the wet cloth from him, but he shook his head and pushed my hands away.

“No, this is my job. I clean up my messes.” He said with a smirk as he opened my thighs once again. He commences to clean me up thoroughly, slowly, taking his time over my overly sensitive flesh, causing me to shudder. Once he is satisfied that I am clean, and a bit turned on again, he places the washcloth on the table beside the bed. He then removes my bunched-up dress from my hips, leaving me completely naked to his hungry gaze. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off his hips once again, revealing his rock-hard c**k that was ready for more.

This time he takes his time, f*cking me painfully slow. Pumping his thick fingers in me at a slow pace that was tortuous. The cord was tightening even more as he slowly entered me once again, his c**k starching me. He drew out every stroke until I was practically begging him to give me more. But he doesn’t, he just says to be patient. Yeah right. Now that I have got a taste, I don’t want to be slow and sensual, I want hard and fast and I try to meet his hips with my own. He stops moving and rolls onto his back, pulling me with him until I am straddling his hips now.

The new position instantly made my toes curl as he slid even deeper into me. I moaned and yelped when his hand connected with my bare ass. “I said to be patient. Too much too fast and you will be very sore tomorrow and not able to walk.” He said as he rolled his hips upward, grinding his hips against my clit.

“F*ck it, I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow. Just f*ck me, please.” I begged as I rolled my hips a bit and watched as he hissed and bit his lip. Hmm, I really like the way he looks when he does that.

“You say that now.” He smirks as I glare at him from above, but he rewards me by holding my hips up just a bit and slamming back into me hard. I moaned as my body shivered deliciously. “Just remember in the morning you asked for it.” He said, and Mr. Sexy gives me everything I asked for and then some for the rest of the night. He f*cked me until our bodies had nothing left to give and we fell asleep tangled in the sheets in each other's arms.