Sounds I hadn’t known I could make started to pour from my mouth. I tried once, to thrust back on him and force him deeper, but he pinched my nipples and warned, “Stay still.”
After that, I let him have his way with me. He continued his shallow strokes, the sensation growing with each pass he made. It felt like a wrecking ball smashing into a building, each stroke made me crumble a little further, until finally, he hit a spot that made everything come falling down.
I bit my hand to muffle my scream.
Seconds later, Andros pulled out and sprayed my back with thick ropes of cum.
Then we both collapsed onto the bed, me face down, him rolling onto his back next to me.
When I finally had the breath to speak, all I could say was, “Wow.”
He laughed but I shook a limp finger at him. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to turn me into a nymphomaniac.”
Andros rolled onto his side and smirked. “I think I could live with that.”
28
Despite the fact that my body was slightly sensitive, I had sex dreams about Andros all night, and so I woke up completely soaked and ready for a second round. He was still asleep in the pale morning light, so I slunk down under the covers to wake up the Hulk and hope that I could get him as ready as I was.
Andros started to moan before he fully woke up, making me grin. I loved the sex sounds a guy made when I was in control of him. The power rush, combined with the anticipation of impending pleasure, was as good as Bubble.
I used my tongue to swivel around the tip of his dick, then I lapped just under the head with a pointed tongue, giving Andros extra sensation and incentive to open his eyes. When his gorgeous lashes started to flutter, I used my hand to cup his balls and give him the best morning head he’d ever had.
I felt a hand in my hair, gently pushing me down further. I went willingly, letting his thick cock slip down my throat, tamping down on my gag reflex so he could slide in farther. He pushed me down and then pulled me back with my hair, setting up a slow rhythm that told me he was using this time to watch me, see how my lips ringed his cock and my breasts dangled, not just to get off quickly.
Once I had his deep-throating preferences dialed in, he released his hands from my hair and let them travel down to palm my chest as I bobbed up and down on his erection.
“Faster,” he breathed.
I went faster and, as I did, his fingers pinched my nipples, pulling them hard. He moved his hands back slightly and then held them in place, my nipples still clamped tightly. Meanwhile, I continued to work his shaft. With every movement, I stretched my own nipples away from his hands and then relieved the pressure each time I swallowed him down. The deeper I took him, the more pressure I relieved on my nipples.
That tricky bastard.
Admiration and amusement swelled inside of me until I needed a breath. When I went up above his tip, I gasped because the pain from my nipples sent sharp zings down my center toward my clit. And then Andros twisted.
Fuck.
I dove back down, feeling twice as urgent as pain somehow morphed into pleasure and need, desperate need. I went faster, getting his dick sloppy wet. I sucked hard on the tip of his dick, letting just a hint of my teeth touch him—a tiny bit of rough play just like he’d given me. And suddenly there it was. He spurted without warning, and I started to swallow, but then—
There was no cum. I was back sucking the top of his dick, just about to apply my teeth, and he yanked me off of him. He used his feet to shove me up into the air like an acrobat, his huge feet supporting my lower belly and hips.
“Wh—what?” I gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Drawing it out. You cheated with the teeth. How did you know I like a hint of teeth?” he asked.
“I didn’t. You were just being a bit rough with my breasts so I was giving it back.”
“Rough? You haven’t seen rough.” His eyes gleamed with a dark possessiveness that turned my core into a raging inferno. I tried to slide down his legs so that we could keep playing, but he caught my arms and held me in place. I was stuck, hovering above him, breasts dangling, pussy aching to be touched.
He’d come. Technically, he’d gotten to come, even though he’d rewound the clock and now was as hard as ever. It was my turn. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Admiring the view.” He used his legs to pull my thighs apart so he could stare in between them. I had no doubt he could see just how wet I was. I was practically pulsing with desire.
I scrambled to get out of his hold. But I was held, suspended in midair as if I weighed nothing.
Revelation stormed through me, zapping my libido as urgency suddenly took its place. “Shit! Shit! Let me down! Where’s a phone?”
Andros’ brow creased. He slowly lowered his legs and let me down onto the bed, coming up to a seated position as soon as my feet touched the blue comforter. “Hayley, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head as I glanced distractedly around the room and then hurried over to our side saddle. “Not wrong. Right.” I dug around inside to see if Gray had packed us an extra burner phone. I tossed out my black corset and jeans, deodorant, a wad of cash. Finally, in the bottom of the bag, shoved in a corner near the seam, I found a crappy flip phone. I clutched it like it was Willy Wonka’s golden ticket. I kissed it before I turned and realized that Andros, and all his naked ab glory was at my back. His dick was still half-mast.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “But I just figured out how we can contain Matthew.”
“Don’t apologize,” Andros waved me off. “Just explain.”
I stared up into his blue eyes, a thrill trilling up my spine as I asked, “You ever participate in the tournaments at MAD?”
“Of course.” His eyes lit up as he realized what I was saying. “You want us to steal one of those tournament spheres, don’t you?”
“Not us,” I dialed the last number I had for Gray as I crossed my fingers. “We’re going to be busy here. But I’m sure Gray knows someone …”
Andros gave me a wicked grin. “I’m sure he does.” He leaned down and kissed my neck, then smacked my ass and said, “I call first shower.”
“Don’t you want me to you know … finish?” I cocked my head as I stared at his very sculpted ass flexing with each step he took toward the restroom.
“I’ll rain check,” he told me.
“But …” I pointed at his dick, which hadn’t fully softened.
He glanced down and shrugged. “Around you, it’s always that way.”
A wide grin spread across my face and I felt so giddy that I didn’t even notice when Gray picked up.
“Hello? Hello?!”
“Gray! It’s me!”
“You are not supposed to call on this number. I’m having a phone delivered in half an hour.”
“Well, that can’t wait. I just solved a major problem.”
Three hours later, I traded one major problem for another.
We had all met up at Gray’s newest location, an abandoned industrial building where we’d be roughing it in sleeping bags and lime-colored pop-up tents with our motorcycles parked in a circle around them like some modern wagon train. In the very center of our bullseye configuration were camp chairs set in a circle. They were uncomfortable, the collapsible canvas kind that soccer moms toted around every weekend, with the giant cup holders that they pretended were full of coffee but were actually full of Irish coffee.