Page 10 of Offside Possession

It’s the hormones and a dry spell, Stells! I scolded myself. No glove, no love. I could hear the words my mom had beaten into our heads over and over as teenagers. He ripped the packet open, and I took it from him. Settling back on his thighs, I rolled the condom down his shaft, loving the hiss of breath he exhaled. He throbbed in my hand.

“You’re beautiful,” I rasped. He made a deep almost animalistic sound.

“Ride me, trouble,” he demanded the moment he was covered and I had stroked him a couple of times.

“So bossy,” I playfully muttered. He ran his nose along mine the moment I was close enough.

“You like me bossy and dirty.” He wasn’t wrong. I loved it.

Loved? Love? I shook away the thought.

I lined him back up my entrance. I was wet and ready, more than slippery enough to impale myself on him, but I didn’t. I held back, slowly taking just the tip, grinding against him, rolling my hips only to let him slip out.

“Trouble,” he growled through gritted teeth. The smile on my face grew.

“Yes, handsome?” I moaned. He licked his bottom lip.

“You’re teasing me.”

“Am I?” I whispered, lifting up and taking him just a little more past the tip.

“You know you are.” He panted.

“But you’re so big, handsome.” My voice hitched. “Thick.” His grip on my thighs tightened deliciously, and I knew without a doubt I’d have bruises of his fingerprints in the morning.

“I’m going to ride you hard if you don’t take me all the way,” he threatened. My pussy clenched, something I knew he’d felt by the way his hooded gaze darkened.

“Hmm.” I grinned, taking another inch only to rise up, but his hands rose and gripped my waist.

“Quit playing⁠—“

“Or what?” I cut him off, the challenge clear in my voice as a brow rose on my face. “You’re going to spank me?” I had no idea why this big, beautiful man brought this almost bratty side out of me, but I liked it.

It had been a long time, if ever, that sex had felt like this.

Fun. Easy. Almost intimate yet… exciting.

New. Thrilling.

“You’d fucking love that too much.” I had a feeling he wasn’t wrong. I wanted to lick the line of his jaw that clenched tightly. “If you don’t take me all the way, I’m going to flip you around, spank this pretty ass until I come deep inside of you, and not let you come until long after midnight.”

“Fuck,” I cursed. His hand smacked my left ass cheek.

“One. Two,” he started to count, and without thinking, I sank down, taking every single thick, girthy inch he had to offer. When he bottomed out inside of me, his balls pressed against my ass. My eyes shut, and I took a deep breath.

“Baby.” His voice sounded tight. “Look at me,” he demanded softly. “Give me those pretty, green eyes and look at me.” I did as he asked and was shocked to feel the exact emotions his eyes conveyed. “Too much?” His hand moved up and stroked my face. I shook my head slowly.

“Did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head again, unable to find the words of just how damn good he felt. What he made me feel.

He felt like… like home, I thought, but it quickly drifted away when his lips touched mine in a slow yet passionate kiss, one that didn’t take long to heat up, both of us lost in the moment and one another’s body. My hips started to move up and down, grinding down against him.

“You’re fucking perfect.” His lips on my neck made me shiver.

“Just like that,” I whimpered.

“Good girl,” he praised. The words settled deep, deeper than any other ones that had been spoken to me, in a place I didn’t know existed within me.

His hips started to thrust upward, meeting me stroke for stroke. Sweat slicked our skin, fingers dug into one another, and before I knew it, we were there. Together.