Give Me More

by Kortny Alexander

  Spring’s eyes didn’t twinkle with dollar signs even after she stepped into his suite. She did not ask him personal questions. Spring simply put her trust, her pleasure, in his hands. Tonight he had been tender, careful, and a bit aggressive with Spring, while getting lost in how good she felt wrapped around him. She had kissed him with more passion than any woman he had met before. The sex was outrageous, and her pussy was addictive. She was addictive. Tasting her sweet cream had sent him to a whole new level of…of something he didn’t want to identify.

  Bo liked picking her up, carrying her around. She felt good in his arms. He liked the way she tucked her head under his chin and snuggled close to him. It was an unfamiliar, but welcomed feeling. He wanted to keep her close and protected. But tonight was a onetime deal. He would relish it. Milk it for all it was worth. No woman had ever made him want to spend the extra time with her, pleasure her over and over, let alone shower with her. Damn, he really had been a jerk. Damn those women for using him.

  He loved how she looked so small in the center of the king-sized bed with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. He wished he knew what she was thinking. She was so still as she watched him step out of the bathroom stark naked and heading towards the bed, towards her.

  “Come here, minx.” He stood at the edge of the bed and waited for her to scoot to him so he could carry her to the shower. This sweet little minx was doing a number on him. The continuous hard-on he donned, even though he had just had an orgasm, confirmed it.

  “I can walk, you know,” she teased as she moved to the edge of the bed.

  “I know you can, baby, but indulge me. Let me carry you around. I enjoy it.”

  How could she deny him that simple request? His hair was tousled, and he had that ruggedly handsome thing going on. She couldn’t resist even if she tried. Once she reached the edge of the bed, she allowed Bo, once again, to pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. It was wonderful. She felt like a princess. She felt small, vulnerable, and special all at the same time. Had any of her friends ever experienced a one-night stand like this?

  Was the man always as tender and caring about the woman’s needs as Bo was to hers? She had never met a man this attentive. All of the attention would be a perfect ending to a perfect night. She would never forget this night. And yet, her funky conscience tried its best to push forward the doubts and regrets that would surely come in the morning. No, she thought. She wouldn’t allow her straight-laced conscience to ruin this night. She damn well needed this night more than she had realized.

  Spring enjoyed the pampering Bo gave her. When in the hell would she ever receive this type of tenderness again? Shit! When would she get fucked again once she got back to Denver? Her dating pool was zero. This little fun fact seemed to hold steady because her choices were between married men who thought they were single once they left the home and one-step-away-from-retirement-home singles. There was no sunny side to this, until she went to Las Vegas for her well needed break. And tonight, she had Bo. Shutting out her conscience, she smiled up at Bo as he placed her on her feet inside of the steaming shower.

  “What’s that I smell?” Spring looked at him in surprise.

  “What? Don’t tell me you haven’t used the lavender tablets in your hotel room? You just drop them to the shower floor and the water does the rest.” Another great choice his sister had made. He’d have to tell her that when he saw her in the morning.

  Bo reached for the vanilla bodywash and poured some onto a washcloth, but halted when he looked down at Spring. “I’m going to wash your body. All you have to do is stand there and let me take care of you.” He eyed her from head to toe and back. “Do you need to pin your hair up?” For a moment, Bo did not think Spring had heard a word he had said. She looked as if she were in a trance as she stared at him.

  He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers while holding eye contact. “Minx, did you hear me?”

  Oh, dear God, was she in the twilight zone? No man was this damn nice. Ever! Someone in the heavens must have felt sorry for her. Bo didn’t ask, he simply told her he was going to wash her body. She was getting wet all over again just thinking about it.

  He probably thought she was crazy, since she had yet to respond. She had been stunned into silence. Instead of searching for words she could not find, Spring found one of her hairpins she kept hidden in her hair, fashioned her hair into a bun, and pinned it up. She really didn’t give a damn what she looked like. The way he stared at her, waited patiently while she pinned her hair up, it made her body come alive. Her nipples were stiff as nails again.

  She brushed a kiss back onto his lips and smiled. He was a sexy man. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him. And now that he had begun to soap her shoulders, Spring was finally able to get a good look at Bo’s body. He had muscles popping out all over his chest and abs. His neck was thick. She wanted to lick the taut, corded muscles. The sun had apparently kissed every part of his body. She damn near salivated as the water rippled down his muscled chest and flat abdomen. It was the most sensual sight to behold.

  The tender strokes of his hands as he soaped every inch of her body aroused her. She felt like sliding down the shower wall. Every touch Bo placed on her skin made her weak, she was not used to this much attention. Tiny goose bumps formed as electrical currents flowed straight to her pussy. Stroke after stroke, zing after zing, throb after throb. She could feel her orgasm building once again. She could not hide her body’s reaction to Bo’s touch. Spring kept her head pressed against the shower wall, trying her best not to come.

  “Feels good, baby?”

  “Uh-huh.” She swallowed hard. So much for intelligent conversation. Her breathing was shallow. Her eyelids became heavy, giving in to the heady sensations. Spring could feel the internal convulsions. Her orgasm growing stronger once again. And she was doing exactly what he told her to do. Feel.

  Bo laughed, then tsked, as he continued to wash her body. He was not going to allow her to come in the shower. He wanted her so hot and bothered and denied until they reached the bed.

  “Don’t even try it, sweetness,” Bo said teasingly. “Mmmm. I can feel the heat pouring from your pussy, minx.” He lightly stroked the folds of her sex as he heard her breathing hitch. Damn, his cock was hard again. “I want you to be a good little minx and concentrate on not coming until we finish taking our shower.”

  Like she was seriously going to obey that command. Spring rocked her hips slowly in opposition to the strokes to her folds. She was on the brink of orgasm, and he had barely touched her. She pressed her palms to the shower wall, bracing herself for the impending impact…

  Bo halted his strokes immediately and looked up at Spring. “What did I say, minx?” He caressed her inner thighs instead.

  Spring whimpered at the loss as she slumped back against the wall. She was almost there. “Dammit!” She slapped her wet palms against the tiles. “I-I was almost there.” Spring could barely control her breathing. It had felt so good. “Why did you stop?” She had been reduced to whining.

  Bo finished lathering her knees and calves. “Lift.” He tapped the top of her left foot, completely ignoring her question.

  Spring sighed as she lifted her foot. She knew he heard her. She could only stare at her foot being caressed by Bo. After lathering the left foot, he placed it back on the floor and tapped the right foot. Without a word, Spring lifted her foot to allow Bo to wash it. Once her foot was back on the floor, Spring groaned as she watched Bo stand up. His cock had managed to do the same. And she couldn’t help but wonder how he could ignore it. She wanted shower sex, and he wasn’t having any of it.

  * * * *

  It took everything Bo had not to press his cock into Spring’s pussy. He knew she was on the verge of coming. He also knew that keeping her from doing so would be even better. The buildup always made it better, more rewarding. Her body was beautiful. It was soft, like a woman’s body should be. Curves in all the right places and nipples he couldn’t stop
touching. She only had a thatch of hair covering her sex. She was perfect.

  “Turn around, minx. Face the wall, and let me finish.” He couldn’t help but laugh as Spring sported a playful pout as she turned towards the wall.

  On the outside, she portrayed her sexy, confident side. On the inside, she was panting like hell, trying to keep from attacking this man. She did not want Bo to think she was some crazed nympho, but he seemed to bring that out in her. Spring splayed her palms out on either side of her head. She looked over her shoulder and eyed Bo. “Is this how you want me?” she teased as she wiggled her butt at him.

  Damn did she know how to tempt him. Bo pressed his body to hers, melding them together. He nipped at her earlobe as she rubbed her bottom against his cock. “Spread those legs for me, minx.” He heard her breathing hitch as she lowered her head and slowly widened her stance.

  He stood back, took in the sweet sight before him, and groaned. He sucked in a breath when she pushed her bottom out a little more. “Damn. Just like that, baby.” He cupped and kneaded her ass cheeks before spreading them. Bo moved in close and let his hard-as-nails cock fall between her cheeks.

  Spring let out a sigh as she stroked his cock with her cheeks.

  “Have you ever had anyone take you back here, minx?” Bo laid his forehead against Spring’s shoulder and laced his fingers with hers. Just being between her ass cheeks was causing his balls to burn with the need to be inside of her. He felt her head shake “no” in answer to his question. He whispered a few choice words at the thought of how tight her virgin ass would be.

  “I want to call in my next wish,” he whispered against her ear as he continued to stroke his cock between the folds of her cheeks. His body had never burned this hot for a woman before. Every stroke between her cheeks sent an electrical surge to his balls. The woman tempted him without even trying to.

  Spring let out a winded laugh. “Oh, I’m sure I can just about guess. Tell me.”

  “Let me have all of you.” He stepped back and tapped a finger to her virgin puckered hole. “Every inch of you, inside and out, no holding back, just for tonight.”

  The gentle tapping on her rosette caused Spring to moan aloud. She moved her rear around the finger that remained pressed there. Her stance widened a little more, giving him more access, as she looked back over at Bo. She couldn’t believe she was about to agree to let him take her where no other man had been allowed. She had always been curious about it. She had never been able to rationalize the allure she had with the naughty act. Just having his finger pressed up against it sent sparks to her already throbbing clit. She wanted it. How he would fit inside of her was another story altogether. She would not think about that. She knew Bo would not hurt her.

  Spring could feel the subtle pressure he applied with just the one finger. He waited for her to answer the question. Once again, she pushed her conscience to the back. She didn’t want to think about this. She just wanted to feel Bo inside of her. She just wanted to enjoy being wanted and pleasured.

  “Wish granted.” Her voice was husky and filled with lust. Her head was clouded with wicked thoughts of how great it was going to feel having Bo fuck her there.

  She almost choked on the burning need that was quickly building inside of her. Without a second thought, Spring pressed down on the finger that pressed at her entrance. She wanted the gentle, slow preparation she knew Bo would give her, but she could not fight the burning need to feel that erotic bite of pain that she knew would come with this act. Tonight was all she had. She wanted it all.

  Spring squeezed the fingers still laced with hers against the shower wall and cried out. She slid her free hand down her body until she reached her clit and caressed. Damn it felt good when Bo pushed past the tight ring of muscles. She had pushed out as he had instructed. “Bo,” she whimpered as she turned in search of his lips.

  Bo gave her what she sought. He brushed his lips against hers as he continued his slow, deep strokes into Spring’s rear. “Are you okay, baby?” he murmured against her lips as he stared at her intensely.

  She nodded and replied, “Yes.”

  “Good.” Bo pulled his finger out and pushed back in with two fingers.

  Spring cried out at the pleasurable pain she felt. Once again, she teetered on the edge, but it was not going to happen. She needed more. She needed him. “Please fuck me. I need to come, Bo.” She no longer cared if she begged. She burned to have him inside of her once again.

  He nipped at her shoulder and sighed. “Dammit, minx, I can’t say no to you.” Bo knew he barely hung on to what little control he had left. His balls would burst at any moment. Lust overwhelmed his senses. He removed his fingers from inside of her.

  He yanked her by her hips, pulling her away from the wall, turned her to face him. Picking her up by the waist, he impaled her in one erotically rough thrust. There was nothing delicate about it. The way she screamed out his name and dug her nails deep into his shoulders only spurred him on.

  He could no longer hold back. He nearly lost all control right then. Her sheath held on to him so tight, Bo knew if he didn’t move, he would explode. And there was no way he was coming before her. He began to move as her cries for more drowned out everything around him. Including the fact that the water was now lukewarm.

  He fucked her with a hungry ferociousness he didn’t know existed. The more she cried out, the harder he fucked her. His balls tightened painfully as Spring began giving just as much as she got. She matched him stroke for stroke. Bo slid his hand down to cup her ass before he dipped two fingers into her puckered rosebud.

  That was all it took to quickly send Spring over the edge. She dug her nails into Bo and rode out her orgasm. It was painfully delicious. The rough, fiery look in his eyes set her body on fire. She held on tight. Devouring Bo’s mouth with her own. She drowned out his rough grunts of approval as he followed right behind her. Moments later, on semi-steady legs, Bo placed Spring back on her feet, quickly cleaned them both, and shut off the quickly cooling water.

  * * * *

  Bo wrapped her in a thick towel and carried her off to the bed once again. “Take off the towel and climb up on all fours, minx.”

  The commanding tone of his deep baritone voice gave Spring a newfound burst of giddy excitement. She should have been tired, worn out, or even sore, not ready for another round. Instead, she rode the adrenaline high that seemed to blaze throughout her. From her fingers right down to her toes, she felt it in rippling waves. Her body heated up as her womb tightened. That excitement trickled down until it found her spent sheath and once again flooded with her juices. She knew what was about to happen, and she couldn’t wait. She quickly moved into place as she waited for Bo to return to the bed. She heard Bo’s low chuckle as he moved about the room.

  Afraid to look over her shoulder at him, she spoke. “What is so funny?” Her voice filled with laughter as she tried to fight the pulsating throb in her pussy.

  “You are, minx. You’re excited about what’s going to happen.”

  She heard the whisper of a drawer opening and closing, but she refused to look in Bo’s direction. She waited nervously as the butterflies in her stomach took flight. Damn. She did not think she would be this bold, nor did she think the sex with Bo would have been so amazingly mind-blowing. Her body tingled. Her clit throbbed painfully as she waited for him to climb onto the bed.

  How was it possible for her pussy to weep with her juices after the orgasm she’d just had in the shower only moments ago? Good grief, this man had an unexplainable effect on her. When she felt the bed dip behind her, felt his body heat radiating all around her, her pussy simply went up in flames.

  “Oh, God!” How the hell was that even possible? She was coming! Before she had time to slide her hand down to her clit, Bo was there.

  He chuckled as he grabbed hold of her waist, and in one smooth stroke, he filled her quivering sheath. “You really are a little minx.” That was truly a new one for Bo. He held her close as
he kept a steady pace, allowing Spring to ride out her orgasm.

  As Spring rode out the wicked orgasm, she felt the cold lubricant being spread across and inside of her sensitive rosebud. She bucked beneath him. She wondered if she would survive the intense pleasure he continued to give her. The two thick, calloused fingers that stretched and scissored her only made her womb tighten and sizzle as another orgasm began to quickly build once again. She couldn’t believe that she was about to do this.

  Of course, she should have been shocked and surprised by the fact that she was in a hotel suite having amazing sex with a man she met only hours before, but she couldn’t. She was shocked that she was about to let this man touch her, stroke her, fuck her in the one place that was off limits to every sex partner she had ever had. Bo’s gentle words halted all other thoughts she had.

  “I want you to relax, sweetheart. If at any point you don’t want this, just tell me to stop, and I will. Okay?” He continued slow strokes inside of her sheath as he spread lubricant in and around her tight rosebud.

  “Okay.” She could barely catch her breath.

  Bo slowly pressed in two fingers, working her gently. He scissored and pumped his fingers as he watched her press back on his hand. He caressed her back as he murmured encouraging words to her. He gently added a third finger and felt her pussy clench his cock. He pulled his condom-covered cock out of her pussy and pressed it and her cream against the sensitive rosette. He gently stroked her back and thighs as if to soothe her.

  Spring clutched the sheets and concentrated on relaxing as Bo pressed forward. Oh, this was nothing like having his thick fingers probing inside of her. This…this was ten times worse. She pushed out as he pushed past the tight ring of nerves. The feeling, the sheer excitement of what she was doing, what it felt like to literally pull him inside of her was ten times better. Spring wasn’t sure if the idea of being fucked in the ass calmed her worries or Bo’s slow yet continuous strokes. It didn’t matter. She stayed completely motionless as Bo pressed past the tight ring of muscles. The sensations of pinching, stretching, and burning quickly passed as the rush of lust and flat-out fucking consumed her.