Give Me More

by Kortny Alexander

  Bo had never seen anything like it in his life. Spring was not going to fucking come without him. He had to be a part of her orgasm. He was almost giddy. That giddy moment quickly passed when he felt his head being pressed against her nipple again. He had forgotten, he’d stopped sucking on it. His woman was getting seriously impatient. He had to get her under control just for a few moments.

  Bo smacked her on the ass and called her name as firmly as possible. That task was extremely difficult considering he was trying to keep from spilling his own load. “Spring, calm down. You come when I say you come, minx.” He caressed the cheek he had just spanked as he carefully watched her face. The shock on her face was camera worthy, but he had to hold back his amusement. He had gotten the effect he was going for. Her orgasm had halted for a moment. He had distracted her and caused his cock to jump at the unmistakable surge he felt when he spanked her bottom. He would have to try that again later.

  Spring tried to glare at Bo, but it was useless. The smack to her rear end had surprised her and turned her on at the same time. It sent a cataclysmic surge through her body. She didn’t know a small swat to the rear could be so tantalizing. The prickly sensation made its way to her clit, causing it to throb. She needed Bo to take the edge off. Maybe if she built up enough courage tonight, she would ask him to spank her rear again. Her train of thought was interrupted as Bo resumed his assault on her nipple as his free hand went down to find her overheated sex and began to fumble around. What the heck was he doing? Was he lost?

  Her panties were weird. “Dammit, Spring, what’s this?” They both looked down, and Spring laughed.

  She couldn’t help but laugh. She was horny, and her brain was scrambled. Of all nights she had decided to wear one of the most complicated undergarments, and she laughed. Her laugh was infectious. It caused Bo to laugh. It felt good to feel liberated. She could be silly and aroused all at the same time.

  “I forgot. My shirt and panties are connected. They snap at the bottom…” The rough jerking of her clothing caused Spring to gasp instead of finishing her sentence. The impatience and strength Bo wielded had almost knocked her over, would have knocked her over if he hadn’t been holding her with one hand at the waist.

  No other explanations were necessary. Bo was done talking. He yanked at the soaked fabric the snaps were attached to between her legs and ripped the delicate silk top in half in one smooth yank. They both watched as the fabric silently fell to the floor into a thin peach puddle at her feet. The shirt was clearly destroyed. Her gasp of surprise was music to his ears. Bo got down on his knees and looked up at Spring.

  He loved the way she looked down at him with only the lights of the Las Vegas strip as her backdrop. Her eyes…her eyes were like open windows. She looked as if she had just put all of her trust, her pleasure in his hands. She watched every move he made, and he watched her every reaction. Or at least he tried to. He was determined to please her, and he would only be a success if he paid attention to what made Spring’s juices flow abundantly.

  Her sweet scent intoxicated him. Bo pressed his cheek to her soft, flat stomach. He heard Spring moan, and as she pressed him tighter to her stomach, she gently massaged her fingers into his scalp. He moved and began placing butterfly kisses on and around the pink diamond belly ring nestled in her navel. Feeling her belly quiver was too much of a turn-on to pass up. He moved down her body, placing kisses along the way. It was like a siren’s call. The sweet scent of her arousal could no longer be prolonged. He had to taste her.

  “Lean against the glass, baby.” She gave him a weary look. “Trust me, it’s sturdy.” Breathless, his little minx could only nod.

  He did not give Spring time to think. He widened her stance and felt her body lean back just a bit. She braced a hand on the glass for extra leverage. Bo lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. He spread open her slick slit and groaned.

  “All for me,” he muttered as he locked gazes with her for long moments. Bo attacked her swollen clit with his tongue. He didn’t even try to control the deep growls of approval he made, as he tasted her delectable nectar that had made its way to her clit. He swirled around the sensitive nub, keeping his tongue soft as he slid two fingers down to her slick opening and gently massaged her outer lips. The heat from her core could have scorched him. It intrigued him and made him want to explore her slick sheath to see if it was just as hot. Her sheath rippled and pushed out more cream as she rocked her hips. Bo loved the way Spring’s pussy clenched in anticipation.

  * * * *

  Spring’s hips bucked towards his face. “Oh…please…” Spring was barely coherent.

  Everything Bo did made her head spin. She was hell-bent on enjoying her first ride with him. She watched his movements as much as she could. She was already seeing stars, or was that the Vegas lights? When Bo managed to catch her gaze and smile, dimples greeted her. Her heart just about melted, and her knees almost gave out. The erotic pleasure was tremendous. The erotic pain, on the precipice of orgasm, was going to kill her.

  He took what he wanted and made her feel the pleasure she had needed for such a long time. Staring into his eyes, watching the change of emotions crossing his face, did a number on her senses, her thoughts. She had to remember that this was sex, and one night only. It had been a long time since she had been in a man’s arms. Separating pleasure and emotions was imperative.

  In the distance, Spring thought she heard a soft clicking sound but didn’t bother to look up. What for? A marching band could have come barreling through there and it wouldn’t have mattered. She was on the precipice of orgasm. Seeking out sounds was the least important item on the list. Spring thought it was her imagination, but she could have sworn Bo tensed for half of a millisecond.

  But he continued his teasing torture on her clit. Bo was completely focused on Spring’s pussy. He held her waist with one hand and slowly pressed two fingers into her dripping sheath as he suckled her clit.

  “Mmmm…” she moaned. Forcing her hips down to meet his upward thrust. “Bo!” The invasion on her soaking wet pussy was one she would have never been able to reproduce on her own. Bo’s fingers took deep, slow penetrations before retracting and starting over again. The strokes were gentle yet deep enough to tease that pleasurable spot she was quickly learning to crave.

  He didn’t have time to relish this first time. He could feel her sheath slicken more with every heated, pulsating movement. She was so damned tight he could barely move his fingers around. But her greedy pussy didn’t notice the difference. It wanted more. Literally sucking his fingers back in before he pulled out far enough for his liking. He adjusted his grip, held her firmly, and began thrusting harder for a deeper penetration. He sucked her clit harder, and she moaned louder, brushing her pelvis against his face. His minx was coming.

  “Oh, Bo! Dammit…Ahhh!” Her hips moved in sync with his fingers. She grabbed hold of his hair, leaning completely on him. If it wasn’t for him holding her around the waist she would have fallen right over.

  Then she felt it. Her eyes darted up and over to the entrance of the suite. Two pairs of eyes stared back at Spring with so much lust, pleasure, and delight she thought she was seeing things. These two men stood silently as Bo brought her to orgasm and hadn’t said a word. They didn’t try to join in on their fun. They just watched her, her body. Their eyes roamed over her naked body down to where Bo was latched on to her and slowly made their way back to her gaze and…smirked.

  Spring couldn’t look away. Nor did she miss the mutual bulges in the two men’s jeans. Double damn! The man on the left in the red polo shirt winked at her, but never moved in her direction, just admired the show. Being admired by them urged her on.

  “Another…Bo. Another…oh, hell,” Spring muttered as she tried to tell Bo she was coming again. She rode out the first orgasm as a second one jumped on the bandwagon. She tightened her grip on Bo’s hair as she rode out an orgasm that was stronger than the first. Her eyes never left the two men, who could hav
e been mirror images of Bo. The grip on Bo’s hair was tighter. The mutual dark, swirling eyes made her body burn more, made her thrust harder. Caused Bo to hold her tighter as he whispered words of encouragement to her while thrusting his fingers into her quivering sex and thumbing her clit.

  Bo felt the walls of her sheath quiver with a surprising strength, spasm harder as her second orgasm hit. He felt her juices flow, hot and slick, down his hand. He continued to lave her clit. He felt and heard when his brothers walked into the suite with him and Spring. He was too mesmerized by Spring, and what he was doing to her, to stop. He knew they were probably searching for him, and now that they had found him, they would leave.

  Bo was astonished at how his minx had lost all control. He loved it. It helped to know if his lover was pleased or not. And she was definitely pleased. He felt her body begin to slow, and her orgasm subsided. The desire to fuck her, to dive deep inside of Spring’s sweet, wet sheath grabbed hold of Bo and would not let go. He scooped her up in his arms, walked over to the dining room table behind them, and gently laid her on top of it. She knew what was coming. He watched as her body writhed on the table, feet propped up, giving him a full view of her sweet cream that had coated her folds and thighs.

  He also realized at that moment his brothers left just as silently as they had entered. They were sharing the suite, but he had no intentions of sharing Spring. She was his.

  Bo quickly began shucking his clothing, tossing it every which way. He fumbled a few times along the way when Spring moaned as her hands went about exploring her body without him. One hand tweaked and teased a nipple as the other found its way down her belly, past her strip of wet curls, and sunk straight into her pussy.

  “That’s a beautiful sight. Don’t you start without me, minx.” His voice low and husky. Quickly donning a condom, Bo jerked her to the edge of the table and pushed her hand away. He smiled when she moaned at the loss. He pressed the tip of his cock to Spring’s slit and slid along the wet path of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed, trying to get him to push forward into her sheath.

  Bo leaned down and took her mouth in a gentle kiss as he slowly pressed his cock another inch into her pussy. “Mmmm, baby, you are very tight,” he murmured against her lips. He fed her pussy a little more of his cock after every retreat.

  The play of emotions that crossed Spring’s face, as Bo slowly worked his cock into her, was a sight to behold. She squirmed and tried to move faster, working him in deeper, but he held her steady and tweaked one nipple. “My pace, minx. Don’t rush it. You’re damned tight, and I’m not a small man. You’re crushing my willpower with every stroke.” With one strong, final push, Bo was finally fully seated in her. He couldn’t control the urge, the lustful desire to feel her warmth devouring him from the inside out. It was like slipping into a steaming hot bath.

  Her strangled screams scared the shit out of Bo. Pulled him out of his own thoughts. He instantly froze. “Dammit. I’m sorry, baby. I tried to go slow—”

  Spring squirmed and finally wiggled her ankles from Bo’s grip to wrap her legs tight around him. “You didn’t hurt me, Bo.” The look on his face, in his eyes, told her he didn’t believe her. His continued stillness backed up that theory. “I promise. It’s just…it’s just been a while.” More like years. She wiggled her hips, trying to get him to move, but once again, he gripped her waist, halting all movements.

  Pleased yet frustrated by his concerns, Spring banged her fists on the table. “Fuck. Me. Please.”

  Bo stared at her a moment longer, then he began to move. Deep, powerful thrusts. He could feel her quivering all around his cock. Her nails scraped the table with every stroke. He secured her legs tighter around him as he fucked her slow, hard, and deep.

  “Is this how you like it, minx? You like feeling my cock sliding to the hilt, fucking you deep?” The look in her eyes said it all. She liked what he did to her. Her lips parted slightly as she arched her back.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good, because your greedy pussy is clutching my cock. I need to get deeper, baby.” He watched as she nodded her head, but said nothing. Bo increased his speed, cupping her ass for better penetration. Hard, powerful, and deep. Faster, firmer strokes. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Bo pressed his thumb to her clit. The accumulation of cream from her sex let him know she loved it. “I feel you, baby. Are you ready to come again?”

  She nodded. “Kiss me, please.” Spring knew Bo had said something, but the blood thundering through her ears was deafening. She wanted him closer. She wanted his heat wrapped around her body, to feel his chest rubbing against her nipples, the weight of his body on her when she came. And, boy, was she about to come. It hurt with such pleasure, she didn’t think it would happen.

  When Bo leaned over to kiss her, Spring clawed at his arms, moving to his back. Not enough to break skin, but enough to know he was driving her insane. She finally settled on tugging at his hair once again. He growled and pounded her pussy harder, determined to lose himself in her. Bo felt consumed, dizzy with desire and the need to be lost in this woman.

  Bo knew neither he nor Spring gave a damn about the hunger that tore through them. Her demands for more only threw him into a frenzy. He fucked her relentlessly. Cupping her shoulders and burying his face in the crook of her neck, he bit, nipped, and sucked at her. Spring bucked on his cock harder.

  “Yeah, give it to me, Spring. I want it all. Come for me again, baby.” He lapped at the tender spot on her neck just as she tightened around his cock, milking him. His little minx was coming, and he was right behind her. Her pussy convulsed as her hot cream flowed from her body right onto his tight sack.

  Spring could only hold on to Bo’s shoulders as her orgasm knocked the wind out of her. Her voice had gone hoarse from the overwhelming pleasure Bo gave her. She never knew being bitten on the neck would be an erogenous zone. Who was she kidding? She didn’t know she had any.

  Spring stroked Bo’s hair as she listened to him come down from his orgasmic high. It was the sweetest thing she had ever heard. Sure, she was louder than she’d ever been, but Bo had this sexy, soft, low, deep moan going on. She tightened her legs around his waist. God, she didn’t want to move from this position no matter how uncomfortable it was. It felt so good having his cock inside of her, still throbbing even after he’d come.

  The soft, wet pop brought Spring’s attention to the one thing she hadn’t realized. Bo had sucked hard on her neck as he came.

  Clearing her throat a few times, Spring spoke in a whisper. “Bo.”

  “Hmmm.” He was too spent to move.

  “Bo.” Spring lightly stroked his back until she heard him chuckle a bit.

  “That tickles, minx,” he mumbled into her neck.

  “Baby, you’re getting heavier by the minute.” She could feel his body relaxing a little too much on hers. Although she enjoyed the closeness, this was no longer a good thing. This big man was going to crush her.

  With a groan, Bo rose up to his elbows and smiled down at her. Their bodies glistened with sweat. Her eyes were still glazed over. She was just as spent as he was. “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her nose and brushed a few stray hairs from her face. The movement caused a small beam of light to shine across Spring’s neck, giving him a good glimpse of the damage he had done to her neck.

  The color all but drained from Bo’s face. Spring didn’t know what was wrong with him, but from the ghastly look on his face, he was making her nervous. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I’m sorry, minx. I got carried away.” He caressed the spot on her neck where he had been sucking. He’d left a huge passion mark on the side of her neck. There was no mistaking it for a mosquito bite. He didn’t intend to mark her, claim her. Just claim her body. Yet somewhere deep down inside, he cheered at the mark on her neck. Every man in the city would know she belonged to someone. To him.

  Her hand rose to the spot he caressed. She felt the
heated flush of her face. She was blushing. The last time she could ever remember having one of these was back in high school. It was a twinge sore, but she didn’t care. It brought a smile to her lips. In the throes of passion, a man had marked her. This man had marked her. Spring cupped his face and stared into his eyes. They sparkled with passion and concern. Could it get any better than this?

  “Do you regret doing it? Any of it?” She knew it was wishful thinking, but she didn’t regret any of it and could only hope he felt the same way. This night had been the most amazing night of her life. She had been bold. Took the bull by the horns and sated her needs. She indulged in a night of passion, and she did not regret making the choice to do so. So what if she walked around Vegas with a big-ass passion mark on her neck. It would remind her of the awesome sex Bo had given her.

  “No, minx, I don’t regret it.” Bo leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. “Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, halting any other doubts she may have had. He could see it in her eyes. He didn’t want Spring backpedaling or regretting her choices. He didn’t. They’d already flowed free and easy with the endearments. Why stop and question everything? After discarding his condom, Bo scooped his little minx up into his arms and took her upstairs to his bedroom.

  Chapter 6

  Bo waited until the shower temperature was perfect before he went back into the bedroom to once again pick Spring up. Everything he had done with her was so out of character for him it was almost scary. Whenever he was on the road and wanted to fuck a woman, he never took her back to his real hotel suite. There was always another one they used. He didn’t cuddle with them or carry them around the room. Hell, he rarely carried on much of a conversation with them. What was the point? Those women only wanted to use him simply because of who he was. Bragging rights. The lure of it all was no longer attractive to Bo. He had outgrown that crap. He didn’t know what he wanted, but it definitely was not the fuck-and-dump lifestyle.