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Authors: Kortny Alexander

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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 have 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.

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.

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