Without answering, she lifts her hips.
Fuck yes.
I curl my fingers in the waistband and yank the tiny shorts down her legs, thrilled she’s not wearing underwear. Nothing else to get in my way.
“Look how wet you are. God you’re beautiful.”
She pats my thigh. “Now that my shorts are out of your way, let’s see how your hip flexors feel.”
Huh? Oh, yeah. Bridge pose.
I raise my hips again. “Nah, something still isn’t right.”
“Hmm..” She grips my cock through my shorts. “I wonder what it could be?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and count back from five.
“It couldn’t possibly be your shorts, could it?” she teases.
“That might be it,” I groan as she tugs on the waistband, freeing my cock.
She taps my hip. “Lower or you’re gonna be up in my tonsils.”
I laugh so hard, for a second I’m worried she’s going to bounce right off me. Since the pretense of her coaching me is toast, I reach for the zipper of her sports bra. “Does this need a key or something?” I mutter, tugging at the tiny tab that won’t budge.
Laughing, she bats my hands away. “First things first.”
She squeezes my cock harder, guiding me to her pussy. Fuck she’s sexy when she bites her lip, fully concentrating on squeezing my dick inside her.
I drop my hands to her waist, holding her steady.
“Fuck, that’s good. Slow. Take me slow.” I watch, fascinated, as I disappear inside her. My head falls against the floor with a thud.
Yoga for the win.
“Logan,” she whispers.
I crack open my eyes.
She plays with the zipper of the impenetrable bra, slowly sliding it down, revealing herself. Eager and impatient, I flick the material away, baring her breasts to my greedy eyes. “Much better.”
We start out slow, a gentle, teasing exploration while she adjusts to me filling her.
“God, you’re enormous from this angle,” she mutters, drawing out the word to further inflate my ego.
Laughing, I sit up and wrap my arm around her, resting my hand on the small of her back.
She gasps and rocks away, clutching my shoulders. “Oh! That’s really good.” She sways forward, rolls her hips, testing out each sensation.
Every move she makes feels fucking amazing. I dip down and suck one of her nipples in my mouth.
“Logan.” She grinds into me harder. “Holy shit, that’s good.”
“I got you.” I hug her tighter.
She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face against my shoulder. Her little teeth nip at my skin. “I love riding your cock,” she whispers frantically against my ear.
Grinning like an idiot, I lean back, bracing myself on one hand. “Love you riding it.”
I admire the flush of her skin. She’s pink from chest to cheeks.
She shrieks something unintelligible, her entire body shaking.
“So good, little chickadee,” I whisper, smoothing her sweaty hair off her forehead.
Her wild eyes meet mine and she nods. “I…”
“I feel you. Keep going.”
Finally, she gasps and shudders, her movements slowing to a gentle rocking back and forth. She collapses against my shoulder.
“Oh, little chickadee, I hope you’re not done.” I lift and shift us forward. She wraps her legs and arms around my body, holding on tight until I set her on her back. “There ya go.”
She blinks and stares up at me. A soft smile curves her lips.
She almost looks too sweet and innocent for all the filthy things I want to do to her right this second. “Show me that happy boyfriend pose again.”
Laughing, she grabs her feet. “It’s happy—oh fuck!” she yelps as I slam into her.
That wasn’t a pleasure cry.
Grinding my teeth, I pull away, holding myself back to where I’m barely inside. Last damn thing I want to do is hurt her. “Too much?”
“Little bit.”
“Sorry.” I dip down and kiss her forehead.
“S’okay,” she whispers breathlessly. “I like exploring all these angles with you.”
Fuck if that’s not the sweetest damn thing. My chest squeezes. I slip my arms under her, rolling us to the side.
“Better?” I kiss the tip of her nose.
She nods and throws her leg over my hip, giving me more access. I clutch her ass, pulling her closer but keeping my thrusts slow and even.
“I want you to come inside me,” she begs. “Please. I want to feel you.”
“What are you doing to me, chickadee?” I piston into her harder.
After her request, it doesn’t take long. I’m groaning into her hair and seeing damn stars behind my eyelids as I let loose.
“You’re hot,” she murmurs, kissing my neck and chest. “I feel all your heat.”
Our wild hearts thump together, our breaths mingling in the stillness.
My eyes blink open. We’re a sweaty mess. Her yoga mat’s curled up against the refrigerator. Clothes scattered. Bits of carpet and whatever else was on the floor stuck to our skin.
I bust up laughing. “Looks like a tornado went through here.”
She glances around. “Guess so.”
I actually hate letting her go and pulling away but we have to get on the road at some point. “Let’s clean up. I really didn’t come in here intending to mess up your practice.”
“Oh, this was a much better workout.” She grins and swoops in for a quick kiss before sitting up and reaching for my T-shirt. “I feel invigorated.”
Feeling cocky and satisfied myself, I stretch and prop my head on my hand, watching her roll her mat and tuck it away.
“You plannin’ to stay on the floor all day lookin’ smug?” she asks, smiling down at me.
“I like the view.” I point to the hem of my shirt that doesn’t quite reach her knees.
She laughs and shakes her head.
Finally, I pull myself off the floor and help her pick up the place.
Satisfied or not, I can’t get enough of her. We end up squeezing into the shower together to rinse off.
“And Heidi thought we wouldn’t both fit in here,” Shelby jokes as she runs her soapy little hands up and down my back.
“We’re quite resourceful when we need to be.”
As we’re busy drying off, someone bangs on the side of the RV.
“If you guys are done scaring all the wildlife away, it’s time to roll out!” Jiggy yells.
Shelby busts into giggles and clamps her hand over her mouth. “We’re not that loud, are we?” she whispers.
I shrug. “Can’t say. I was enjoying you too much to notice.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.”
Jiggy’s antsy and ready to get on the road when we meet him outside.
“We have plenty of time. What’s your deal?” I ask.
“Nothing. Thought you’d want to be there early so you can sit down with Pony before the place gets crowded.”
Eh, he has a point. My visit to Washington is supposed to be more than a social call. I slap his shoulder and thank him for the reminder.
“What do you think?” I turn toward Shelby. “Ready to visit my old charter?” As much as I want her by my side, I wouldn’t blame her for saying no. Fuck knows each club she’s visited with me has been a deeper dive into degeneracy.