again. Hell…I didn’t even think I’d see her. It was within the range of possibilities when I’d landed in Boston, but I figured she’d have her hands full disemboweling slow-talkers or castrating banker boys or hosting a regatta gala. Why would I expect Shannon to show up at my sister’s place on a Thursday night when she could be out serving up verbal gut punches to her minions?
Yeah, I was going to keep telling myself that. It was pure coincidence.
But then she stepped onto the terrace last night, shot me one of those looks intended to fry testicles, and the bell sounded for round two. Nothing could stop us from going hard at each other, even with her brother and my sister as an audience.
Waiting for her outside the bathroom made all this about much more than fighting words. It made this tangible, and I knew where it would go from there…but I wasn’t letting that comment about submission go down easy.
I didn’t care whether she had the world by the short hairs. She didn’t scare me with her balls-out attitude or her cobra venom glares. If anything, that shit turned me all the way on. I’d spent the better portion of last night with one of my sister’s lime green cloth napkins over my lap because my belt was strangling my dick.
By the time I made it to Shannon’s apartment, I was ready to throw the fuck down.
None of this was part of the plan. This was supposed to be an easy weekend, some time to unwind before leading a string of training ops. A quick visit to keep an eye on my sister’s new husband followed by lots of beer, surfing, and sleep. That sequence of events didn’t involve bullshitting with a doorman, picking a lock, or watching Shannon put a showerhead to work.
I’d spent a solid minute with my jaw on the ground, and another five convincing myself to keep my pants on. Only the structured brutality of football was enough to stop me from getting into that shower and giving her what she needed.
Instead, I wanted Shannon to come to me.
I thought about leaving after she fell asleep last night. I wasn’t the guy who stayed over, but there never came a point when it felt like we were finished. Every time I got her off, I was thinking about what I wanted to do to her next.
Right now, I wanted to grab her ass and go back to sleep. I was in no rush to leave this bed.
Hours later, I stirred when Shannon murmured something incoherent and rested her hand an inch from my dick. He was a good sailor and snapped to attention, lengthening and twitching and just fucking desperate for her touch.
A part of me knew it would always be that way.
I rolled Shannon off my chest and positioned myself between her legs. She tasted different after a night of rowdy sex, and I liked that shit. It was a wicked kind of heaven. Her hips stirred as my tongue circled her clit, thrusting against me as her body found its natural rhythm. A raw moan slipped from her lips, and I glanced up to see her watching me with sleepy eyes and a rosy flush on her cheeks.
It was a good look on her.
I licked and sucked until she came against my tongue, then I pushed inside her and we rocked together, slow and gentle and the complete opposite of everything we did last night. No demands, no spanking, no swearing. Just sighs and hums and the subtle language of bodies that understood each other.
It didn’t matter that we hated each other. My cock craved this little spitfire.
We stayed tangled together, kissing and stroking while morning light filled Shannon’s bedroom. I was half hard again and fully convinced that I wanted this for the next four days. Beer, surfing…they could wait.
“Mmmm, that was nice,” she purred, stretching beneath me. She glanced at the clock and groaned. “Fuck, it’s late. Time to get up. Busy day. I’m going to shower first, and then you can hop in.”
She wiggled out from underneath me, tossed the sheets off, and sat up, and if there was any doubt about whether I was a greedy prick, it was put to
Yeah, I was going to keep telling myself that. It was pure coincidence.
But then she stepped onto the terrace last night, shot me one of those looks intended to fry testicles, and the bell sounded for round two. Nothing could stop us from going hard at each other, even with her brother and my sister as an audience.
Waiting for her outside the bathroom made all this about much more than fighting words. It made this tangible, and I knew where it would go from there…but I wasn’t letting that comment about submission go down easy.
I didn’t care whether she had the world by the short hairs. She didn’t scare me with her balls-out attitude or her cobra venom glares. If anything, that shit turned me all the way on. I’d spent the better portion of last night with one of my sister’s lime green cloth napkins over my lap because my belt was strangling my dick.
By the time I made it to Shannon’s apartment, I was ready to throw the fuck down.
None of this was part of the plan. This was supposed to be an easy weekend, some time to unwind before leading a string of training ops. A quick visit to keep an eye on my sister’s new husband followed by lots of beer, surfing, and sleep. That sequence of events didn’t involve bullshitting with a doorman, picking a lock, or watching Shannon put a showerhead to work.
I’d spent a solid minute with my jaw on the ground, and another five convincing myself to keep my pants on. Only the structured brutality of football was enough to stop me from getting into that shower and giving her what she needed.
Instead, I wanted Shannon to come to me.
I thought about leaving after she fell asleep last night. I wasn’t the guy who stayed over, but there never came a point when it felt like we were finished. Every time I got her off, I was thinking about what I wanted to do to her next.
Right now, I wanted to grab her ass and go back to sleep. I was in no rush to leave this bed.
Hours later, I stirred when Shannon murmured something incoherent and rested her hand an inch from my dick. He was a good sailor and snapped to attention, lengthening and twitching and just fucking desperate for her touch.
A part of me knew it would always be that way.
I rolled Shannon off my chest and positioned myself between her legs. She tasted different after a night of rowdy sex, and I liked that shit. It was a wicked kind of heaven. Her hips stirred as my tongue circled her clit, thrusting against me as her body found its natural rhythm. A raw moan slipped from her lips, and I glanced up to see her watching me with sleepy eyes and a rosy flush on her cheeks.
It was a good look on her.
I licked and sucked until she came against my tongue, then I pushed inside her and we rocked together, slow and gentle and the complete opposite of everything we did last night. No demands, no spanking, no swearing. Just sighs and hums and the subtle language of bodies that understood each other.
It didn’t matter that we hated each other. My cock craved this little spitfire.
We stayed tangled together, kissing and stroking while morning light filled Shannon’s bedroom. I was half hard again and fully convinced that I wanted this for the next four days. Beer, surfing…they could wait.
“Mmmm, that was nice,” she purred, stretching beneath me. She glanced at the clock and groaned. “Fuck, it’s late. Time to get up. Busy day. I’m going to shower first, and then you can hop in.”
She wiggled out from underneath me, tossed the sheets off, and sat up, and if there was any doubt about whether I was a greedy prick, it was put to
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