Xander

Elsie thrashing and screaming as she comes underneath me is about the best feeling in the world. I could seriously get used to this.

Fuck. She’s going to make me come and I’m not ready for that yet. I stop moving although my dick is throbbing. Her walls clamp around my shaft, threatening to milk it even if I am perfectly still.

Part of me wants to flip her over and rub her round ass and watch my cock slide in and out of her tight pussy but I’m enjoying the sight of her gorgeous orgasm face far too much to turn it away from me.

Instead, I stroke her clammy hair away from her forehead and think of my all-star baseball team.

She starts to calm and I say, “I want you to come again, with me this time.”

“Oh my God,” Elsie gasps.

I give her full lips a quick kiss and start moving again. As I move, I press my body against hers as much as I can in order to feel her hard nipples along my skin. She’s soft and I want to squeeze every inch of her.

“Hold on,” I say.

Hooking my arms underneath her, I kneel and pull her body with me. I manage to stand up without having to take myself out of her pussy and she wraps her arms and legs around me.

Bouncing her up and down on my cock, she once again starts with her screaming. It’s so uninhibited and honest that it drives me wild. I grip the back of her head and yank back her hair, tilting her face to mine. I crash my lips onto hers and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, biting it between my teeth and swallowing her screams.

Everything about her makes me want to open myself up and let her inside.

All the muscles in my back start to tense and I straighten again and press her head against my chest. She’s clinging to me, her nails scratching deep into my back and her screams growing louder and louder.

I plant my hands on her ass, each one cupping a cheek, and I slide her body up and down my shaft. My balls draw tight against me and I grunt.

“God, Xander,” Elsie squeals, her body quivering in my arms and sending a massive shudder through my body. I throw my head back and my cock surges, unleashing itself into the condom.

Her walls grip my cock and I sit us back onto the sofa to fully enjoy the sensation. Elsie drapes herself over me in complete and utter collapse. I lean against the back of the sofa, still focused on the way she’s squeezing my dick.

We’re both quiet as our chests heave, desperate for air.

This day has turned out better than I’d imagined. I’m fucking glad those reporters showed up at the hotel. Now I have Elsie all to myself.

“I need to be horizontal,” Elsie says and pushes herself off my lap. She lies along the sofa. “Yuck, I’m lying in a wet spot.”

“No one to blame but yourself for that.”

“You know what, I’m so tired that I don’t even care.”

Laughing, I wedge myself between her body and the back of the sofa and drape my arm around her. I cup her breast and drink in the smell of her hair. Everything about her makes me believe I can trust her, and that she’s genuinely interested in me. The real me.

Whoever that is.

“My childhood was pretty fucked up compared to yours,” I say, and squeeze her breast.

“I guess that goes with being part of a family dynasty.”

“Hardly. I know plenty of people from money and none of them had the ridiculous childhood I did.”

“Are they these posers you keep talking about?”

I think about it for a moment. Yes, they are posers, but their childhoods were at least happy, even if they did end up in the same place.

“Some of them. But trust me, their childhoods were also normal compared to mine.”

“What was so weird about your childhood?” she asks.

My heart hammers against my rib cage as I contemplate answering her question. Do I really want to go there or do I simply want to enjoy her naked body pressed up against mine?

“Oh, I get it, I asked a question. My apologies,” she says, a trickle of sarcasm in her voice.

“What are you talking about?”

“In the car. You told me you would tell me about yourself when I stopped asking questions. And you actually started telling me and I stupidly asked a question, so you stopped talking.”

I love that she didn’t back away and that she just has the nerve to say that to me. No poser ever would have the guts to do that. I smirk and say, “Perhaps you should try rephrasing.”

“Sounds like your childhood really sucked,” she says and rests her hand on the back of mine.

“Better.” I take a deep breath and say, “My parents were only concerned about one thing — looking good. I mean, both my mother and my stepmother spend all their time primping and preening and God knows how much money in order to look their best at all times and all costs. My father and stepfather encouraged them. And all they cared about was looking like they were living movie star lives.”

“And so you never learned to appreciate the things in life that matter. That’s a statement, not a question,” she says. I laugh and kiss the back of her neck.

“That’s it, in a nutshell. Although…” I stop myself, not sure how far to dive into this.

Elsie twists and wiggles, turning her body to come face to face with me. Her eyes shine into mine, as if they’re lighting my way out of the ridiculous life I’ve been living.

“How much of my boring life story do you want to listen to?” I ask.

“At least as much as I told you and I figure you made me talk for over an hour,” she says with her natural smile that’s so endearing.

“That ain’t happening. But I’ll tell you a bit more since you didn’t ask.” Her smile grows broader, and the hammering of my heart slows.

“Good,” she says and squirms in my arms until she’s facing away from me again. “Does that help?”

“Weirdly, yes. Although I was enjoying looking at your beautiful face.”

“You will have to settle for the back of my head,” Elsie says and laughs.

I press my hips into her ass and say, “This is good, too.”

“Man, I don’t think I could handle any more of that right now, my body is spent.”

“Good, but you better get rested up for later because this was just a warm up.”

“Somehow I know you’re being serious,” she says.

“Totally. The way I figure it, we’re not going anywhere until the next big new story comes along.”

“I guess I don’t have to worry about work for a while.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure that idiot boss of yours will come to her senses.”

“Or be transferred to North Dakota, with any luck.”

Elsie falls silent and I can’t tell if she’s waiting for me to carry on or if she’s contemplating her own problems. I inhale deeply and say, “My parents were wife swappers. So, you know how I said my mother and stepmother and my father and stepfather? I mean, I always lived with my father, but I never knew which mother was going to be staying with us.”