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She giggles softly as I press her against the clubhouse wall, my hands cupping her chin, tipping her head back. I need access to her sweet little mouth. I’ve been watching it all night. Her even, perfect little white teeth, her shiny pink lips. Everything about this woman is pixie-like. She’s a foot shorter than me – probably no more than five-two or three – and she’s dainty. Even her fucking nose is delicate, a little snub thing.
Brushing my thumbs over her little pointed chin, my lips cover hers. She tastes like beer, mint, and pure fucking bliss. Her reaction to my tongue licking into her mouth is anything but dainty.
Moaning, she sucks on my tongue, her hands sliding up my sides, under my cut, gripping at the fabric of my T-shirt.
“I’m Shelley,” she gasps against my mouth when I break for two seconds to get some air into my lungs.
Why the hell would I care what her name is? Whatever. I’m not about to be fobbed off by my poor little rich kid tourist because I don’t have any manners. Who gives a shit if she knows my name or not. It’s not like we’re ever going to see each other again. Maybe she feels uncomfortable fucking someone if she doesn’t know their name.
“Merch,” I grunt, claiming her sweet mouth again. Fuck, I could kiss her for hours.
Unfortunately, someone would come looking for us if I stayed here, sampling her mouth for hours. Probably her ditzy little friend when Bullseye cops onto the fact he’s not getting his dick wet and ditches her for some groupie pussy.
With the possibility of being distracted mid-clinch and missing out on feeling her sweet pussy, I finally move one of my hands from her jaw. My fingers skate the tops of her tits, but she’s trussed up in her lingerie-style top – which I appreciate the fuck out of –so I bypass her nipples, dropping my hand to her thigh. I’ll go straight for the main event.
Her smooth thigh is pebbled slightly when my fingers stroke over it, either from the coolness of the night air or from my touch. Undeterred, I slide my hand higher, the netting of her skirt tickling the back of my wrist. My fingers brush her wet, lacy panties, and she moans against my mouth, sucking harder on my tongue, her fingers fisting my T-shirt, tugging me closer to her. Hell, I need to be inside her.
Brushing her panties aside, I slick a finger through her wet folds, flicking her clit. Shelley’s hips buck at the contact, her mouth falling open, breaking our kiss. Grinning down at her, I flick her clit again. She whimpers, her eyes full of need as they gaze up at me.
“Please, Merch,” she gasps, trying to grind on my finger. I tease her, moving my finger around and flicking at her clit, so she doesn’t get any friction.
“Oh, I intend to please,” I mutter.
Giving in, I grind my thumb against her clit as she lets out the sexiest little mewls, her head tipping back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps, bucking her hips against my hand. “Oh,fuck.”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine as her pupils dilate, and she gasps as she comes. That’s my cue. Removing both my hands from her, I dig a condom out of my back pocket, tearing the packet and unzipping my fly. She watches with impatient eyes, licking her lips as I lift my dick out of my jeans, rolling on the condom.
As soon as I’m ready, I grab her, lifting her and pressing her against the wall, pinning her with my hips as my dick nudges her folds and slides into her. It’s a tight fucking fit. I think her pussy is as dainty as the rest of her.
“Oh,god,” she pants against my ear, her fingers sliding into my hair, gripping tightly. Oh god is about right. It takes a few tentative thrusts before I’m finally buried balls deep in the heaven of her tight pussy.
I grip the underside of one of her small, soft thighs with a hand, bracing against the wall with the other, my mouth crashing down on hers as I start to thrust, pumping away. Shelley uses her grip on my hair to hold my head in position as she hungrily kisses me. Her back slaps against the wall in time with my rough thrusts, her hips eagerly moving forward to meet me.
This might be the hottest damn tourist sex I’ve ever had. Tonight turned out to be an all right night after all.
I lose her mouth as her hips drop their rhythm. Shelley tips her head back, leaning against the wall, and my lips and teeth tease her neck. She’s fucking close, her pussy muscles fluttering around my dick. A groan rips out of my throat as they clamp down, and she lets out a sexy little gasping mewl as she comes. So damn perfect.
I'm done with a few more pumps, growling as I come, my weight sagging against her, pressing her against the wall.
“Definitely an experience,” she sighs against the side of my head.
Chuckling, I lean back, sliding out of her as I set her down. Shelley quickly tugs on her clothes, running her fingers through her hair – making herself presentable – while I dispose of the condom, zipping my jeans.
Dropping my arm around her shoulders, I grin down at her, walking her back inside. The second we are through the doors, my arm falls from her shoulders, and I walk off, leaving her to find her friend as I beeline for Palmer and Lisa at the bar.
SHELLEY
Merch’s arm drops away from my shoulders the second we’re through the doors into the clubhouse, and he strides off to the bar without a backward glance. Fine by me. I didn’t hook up with him for anything other than to have some fun and win a dare.
Speaking of my dare… I hurry back to the pool tables, crashing into Sophie and wrapping my arms around her waist. She immediately throws her arm around my shoulders, hugging me tightly.
“Have you made out with your biker yet?” I tease her. She wrinkles her nose and rolls her eyes, tipping her head back. My eyes follow the movement, and I giggle.
Bullseye is making out with Lana while Justice shoots pool.
“Well, isn’t she a lovely friend,” I laugh. Sophie rolls her eyes.
