The anticipation of Lexi coming has got me wired. I have set up my room with several video cameras. I feel like a bit of a pervert. But I can’t see how she would object. I think I’ve proven myself trustworthy. I mean the video of me playing with her clit is graphic, but no other soul has seen it. That, and I’ve jerked off to the thing too many times now. I need new material.

While setting up all the cameras I’ve gone back and forth in my mind as to whether I should tell Lexi. I want to tell her because I want it to be consensual. On the other hand, I want her to go at me without fear of what might end up on film. I could tell her afterward, though that may be risking a big fight.

My ringtone goes off, and I immediately check my phone.

I hear the buzz go off in my apartment and I release the lock to let her in. I pace about. My cock feels so damn hard it could fall off. I look down at the huge tent I’m pitching. There must be a way I can calm myself down a little instead of looking like some horny prepubescent teenage boy. She’s coming up in the elevator right now, and I’m doubting I can get this thing half-mast by the time she knocks on my door. What should I care? She knows exactly what’s coming to her.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

I want to tear off my dress pants at the sound of that knock, but I collect myself and answer the door. She looks gorgeous, her blonde beach-wavy hair falling onto her shoulders. Her red wrap dress hasn’t been so apparent to me as the moment I want to tear it off. We stare into each other’s eyes for a long time.

She exhales, her breath shuddering as she does. She reaches out and clasps my waistband, pulling off my belt. I cup the back of her head, crushing her lips to mine and we begin to kiss in a frenzy. I pull her in, and slam the door behind her, feeling her hands unbutton and unzip my pants. She slips a hand into my boxers takes my cock.

“Huh,” I mutter, as I continue massaging her lips with mine. I feel the heat of her breath against my skin, and it sets me off. I begin to pull up her dress, anxiously tearing her panties down.

“Brett,” she mutters as she attempts to wrap her legs around me—it’s clear she wants to climb me like a tree. My pants drop to the floor and I step out of them. As I do, she steps out of her panties. I clasp my hands on her bottom and prop her onto my waist. She locks her legs around me and I can feel her wet pussy rubbing up against my cock.

“Been wanting me, sports bunny?” I nibble her ear.

“Shut up,” she mumbles.

With her clinging to me, I turn and walk toward the staircase leading up to my room. Every step is heaven as I feel her moist folds slide against my length. But I feel guilt loom in the pit of my stomach. Shit. I can’t record this without telling her. “Lexi,” I mutter between kisses. “There’s a camera in my room … uh … it might be on.”

She pulls back, her face contorting in confusion, “A camera?”

“Uh, yeah.” My cheeks turn red and I give her an impish smile.

“Whatever,” she murmurs, smashing her lips to mine.

I take her into my room and we land on the bed, her body pressed beneath me as our lips continue at a more tender pace. I struggle in my mind where I want to go next. If I could enjoy all the pleasures of her body at once, I would. I want to stick my dick and tongue in every nook and cranny she has. I rise to my feet, “Lexi, what do you want?” I ask, though I want to see her scream under my manipulations. She immediately becomes greedy; she spreads her legs and further parts her sex with her fingers. I glance down at her twat, “You want me to eat that?” I cock my brow with a smirk. I’m astonished that the blunt Lexi Driver seems to be blushing. “Do you expect me to ask?” she says timidly. “You know damn well you’re good at it.”

Truth spoken. I’ve been told that many times. I lower myself to my knees, she shimmies her bottom down to the edge of the mattress. I gently part her knees and look square at her sex. It’s dark in the room and unfortunately, I can’t see much of her. Which is a shame, because she has a pretty piece. I move my hand up her thigh and brush my finger against her. Damn, she’s slippery. My cock responds, throbbing. She’s so wet I could have her right now. But I’ve been eager to taste her again. Swivelling my tongue in her juicy hole, I’m already drowning in her taste. I note how aroused she is; I’ve scarcely touched her. “Good girl.” I spread apart her petals drawing my tongue over every inch of her. She squirms, but I hold her down firmly with my arm as her back arches.

“Huh,” she murmurs in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

I press two fingers inside her, and continue to flick her clit with my tongue. It doesn’t take long after several thrusts of my fingers, she begins wailing. Her flesh grows hotter and tighter, but I don’t hold back. I keep going until she cries out again and I feel her ecstasy spill onto my fingers.

I stand, looking down at her. She looks like she’s in a daze. I love that expression; it excites me more than the crowds cheering me on after an amazing play on the field. I lay down next to her and kiss her neck, watching her supple breasts rise and fall as she gasps for air.

She curls up to my chest and begins to kiss the ridges of my muscles. Slinking down to my abs, then my hips. She’s inches from my cock. My breath hitches as she grasps my dick and pulls it from my skin. She glides her hand up and down, then like a moth to a flame, her mouth descends on me. I breathe in sharply, the warmth of her tongue sliding up and down my hard prick. After a few moments, her hand works my length as she presses circles around my tip with her tongue. My muscles begin to tense. Damn, she’s good. She sucks better than a Dyson. I swear I could spurt across my room. I roll my eyes back into my head. I groan in pleasure and frustration. I don’t want her to stop, but I know she’d be disappointed if we didn’t go all the way. Hell, so would I.

“Lexi, I want to cum inside you,” I mutter between heavy breaths. “You keep sucking like that … and I’ll give you more than you can take.” I watch her naked body as she moves and starts to ride my manhood. She’s so wet, she does so with little effort. The outside street lights trace her curvaceous body. My eyes soak in the curves of her hips and her waist. Damn, she’s gorgeous. As much as I’ve criticized her to Hal and my coaches, I always felt a little camera-shy whenever she entered the locker room. I had been dreaming of getting my chance on the field, not to better my paycheck, but to have Lexi Driver’s beautiful face look up at me from her mic in awe. I guess my anger from my cock shot had more to do with the fact that my first time on screen with Lexi, wasn’t what I had envisioned. Who knew my cock shot would lead to this? Her perfect breasts bouncing, her beautiful blonde hair sliding across them. I stare up at the beautiful expression on her face as she determinedly pounds onto me, seeking her release.

“Huh, Brett. I need it harder,” she murmurs in the darkness.

I clasp her waist and land her onto her back and myself on my knees in one swift movement. Her eyes widen. I can tell that my swift movement impresses her as I place her legs on both of my shoulders. “Hard, huh?” I clasp both her hips. I pound inside of her, quenching her need. She responds writhing. Her legs drop down to my hips and she clasps them around me. “Brett! Yes! UH! UH!” It doesn’t take long. After several more thrusts she makes a loud, guttural sound and I succumb with her, draining myself. I gently rock into her as the last pangs of pleasure course through our bodies. Her legs still locked around my hips, I lean forward and run my finger down her jawline, taking in her round, glazed eyes. I kiss her, dipping my tongue into her slightly opened lips. She threads her fingers through my hair. Our lips part and we gaze deeply into one another’s eyes for a moment. She pulls away, and crawls further up the bed.

My eyes follow as her as she plops onto my pillows, a satisfied expression on her face. Her hair in a disarray. She certainly has the ‘just fucked’ look to her, and is sexier for it. I want to reach out to her, and embrace her. But I know that under the circumstances, I shouldn’t. Despite all the good vibes I’ve been getting from her, we still haven’t established that we are anything more than fuck buddies. Begrudgingly, I lie next to her and watch her pant. Her eyelids flutter a little then close.