Page 6 of Pole Position (Sexy As Sin #12)

Chapter six

Kristian

It turned out threatening Rossi’s career wasn’t the only way to light a fire under her arse. She was perfection, and I knew I wasn’t alone in being impressed at how well she had done. It had been thrilling to watch her making mincemeat out of the competition, and even more so knowing what was to follow. I fully intended to see my promise to Bianca through, but when her car screamed across the finish line a full five seconds ahead of her competition, I felt suddenly nervous. I knew I wanted to investigate this attraction, but I couldn’t silence the sensible part of my brain that urged caution. We both had a lot to lose here, but I had no doubt in my mind it was going to be worth it.

“What a race,” Carlos crowed beside me, slapping his hand against my shoulder as we made our way back to the team cars that were awaiting us. There were people everywhere, all the teams mingling together as everyone tussled to get in line. Despite it being after midnight, the atmosphere was alive, and everyone was very much looking forward to heading to the after party that had been arranged at the Bellagio.

I hadn’t had a chance to catch up with Bianca since she had finished her race, outside of brief, professional congratulations. My eyes scanned the crowds, eager not to let her out of my sights for too long. I needn’t have worried though as a pair of fingers dug into my ribs from behind and I leapt forward with a yelp. I spun on my heel, pleased to see Rossi standing beside me. She had changed out of her racing gear, dressed in jeans and a team polo. Unlike most after parties, Las Vegas was a casual affair as everyone arrived straight from the track. I was a little disappointed I wasn’t going to be treated to one of the short, sexy dresses I had seen Bianca wearing in some of her Instagram posts.

“There you are,” I muttered. “I was wondering where you’d got to.”

“You’re not shaking me off that easily,” Bianca replied, her eyes bright with excitement. “You’ve got a promise to uphold. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

I grinned. “No, I haven’t forgotten. I would argue you deserve it after that performance.”

My pulse quickened as Bianca’s tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. “Can’t wait.”

Fuck, I was in trouble. Before I had a chance to consider it further, a black, sleek car pulled up and I gently took Bianca by her elbow, steering her towards it.

“Come on,” I said, waiting for her to clamber in ahead of me whilst I tried desperately not to ogle her arse. “We’ve got a party to attend.”

I slipped inside the car, slamming the door shut. The driver pulled off and we buckled ourselves in. I saw Rossi fluff her hair.

“How disappointed would you be if I said I didn’t want to go to the after party?” she said.

I looked across at her, her beautiful face illuminated by the bright lights of Las Vegas as our car edged through the traffic.

“Not disappointed at all. I can’t stand the after parties, even when we’ve won,” I laughed.

“Fucking fantastic.” An almost feral expression crossed Bianca’s face, and she unbuckled herself. Just as I worried what she was going to do, she shuffled to the edge of her seat and rapped her knuckles on the partition between us and the driver.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“Change of plan. Take us back to the Wynn.”

“Of course.”

Bianca slipped back into her seat and clicked her belt back into its holder with a grin. “There.”

“You’re that keen?”

Bianca held my eye contact. “Absolutely I am.”

My mouth grew dry, and I ran my hand through my hair, turning to look away through the window as the driver spun the car around, heading back the opposite way. The traffic was much lighter in this direction, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until we were back at the hotel. I began to sweat a little. There was immense pressure on me not to disappoint Rossi and I was well and truly in my head. She had built whatever this was going to be between us to exciting new heights, but what if I didn’t deliver? I didn’t think I was bad in bed and had never had any complaints in the past, but it had been a few years, and I was feeling decidedly rusty. My mind turned to my last relationship. Amélie had always been so stiff, too concerned about messing up her hair or getting stains on the expensive sheets to enjoy herself, no matter how hard I’d tried. I knew without doubt that Bianca was going to be a different story and that made me equally nervous and ecstatic. I hoped I was up to the challenge.

The car pulled up outside the Wynn. Other than a few paparazzi loitering at the front entrance the more private one at the rear was quiet, no press or fans waiting for us. As far as they knew, everyone was heading to the Bellagio. They’d all be hanging around outside the after party, hoping to get the inside scoop or an interesting photo, but little did they know the biggest scandal was about to happen back at the hotel. Bianca and I didn’t delay, each hopping out of the car and heading inside before we were spotted. I deliberately trailed a little way behind Bianca so as not to raise any suspicions and given the driver’s cool, disinterested demeanour, I figured she was doing the same. I loitered around in the lobby, waiting for Rossi to call the elevator. When it pinged and the doors opened, she finally glanced across at me, a quizzical expression on her face. I smiled and jerked my head.

I’ll catch you up.

Once Bianca was out of sight, riding the elevator up to our floor, I headed for the check–in desk. The concierge jumped to attention, spotting my approach.

“Good evening, Mr Wright. We weren’t expecting you back so soon—”

“It’s fine. Could you arrange for a bottle of champagne to be brought up to my room?” I asked.

“Of course. It’s on its way.” She smiled. “Oh, and congratulations to you and the team. You must be pleased.”

“Ecstatic,” I replied with a smile. I strode across the vast marble lobby to the elevators and called them back down to me, watching the numbers on the display counting down.

Come on…

The lift pinged and the doors rolled open. I strode inside just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I grabbed it, realising too late that it wasn’t my work device. I smiled to myself, leaning back against the mirrored wall of the elevator and fished out my other phone.

BIANCA: You’d better not be getting cold feet.

KRISTIAN: Definitely not. Just being cautious. You know how much the circuit loves a rumour, and this is the mother of all rumours.

BIANCA: I’m about to make rumour a reality, baby.

At that I chuckled and scrubbed a hand down my face. What was it about Bianca that got my motor running? I couldn’t recall a time I’d been so utterly obsessed with seducing someone… Though perhaps the novelty of being the pursued, not the pursuer had something to do with it. Bianca was certainly straight talking, and I loved it.

The lift opened on our floor and true to the concierge’s promise, a waiter was standing beside a trolley outside my door.

“Thanks,” I muttered as I unlocked the door and snatched the ice bucket from the man’s trolley without a second glance. The soft ambient lighting flickered to life as it detected motion, and the room was cast in a warm glow. I placed the ice bucket down atop a small table just as I felt my phone buzz again.

BIANCA: Meet me by the pool.

KRISTIAN: Doesn’t it close at 7pm?

BIANCA: Be there or be square.

I shook my head and shrugged out of my suit jacket, throwing it haphazardly onto the bed. As I passed, I snatched up the champagne bottle, cork already popped, and made my way to the large, glass sliding doors that opened out onto the pool deck that was shared between the five or six other suites on this level of the hotel. It was dark out, the only light coming from beneath the surface of the water, casting pretty, turquoise shimmers all around. As I approached, I spotted Bianca sitting at the edge of the pool with her jeans rolled up as high as she was able, shapely legs dangling into the water. She heard me coming and her eyes lit up as she spotted the bottle in my hand.

“What an excellent idea,” she said, patting the stone bordering the pool beside her. “The water feels amazing.”

I glanced down at my work attire, wondering for a moment if there was a way to sit beside her and not ruin my trousers. My dilemma must have been obvious on my face because Bianca smirked up at me, almost daring me to throw caution to the wind.

Ah, fuck it.

I placed the champagne bottle down beside her and knelt, rolling my trouser leg up one at a time, before sitting down and dropping my feet into the water. Bianca tipped the bottle up, wincing when the bubbles burnt her lips as she took a large sip. She wiped her mouth off on the back of her hand before passing me the bottle and I eagerly took a mouthful.

“The sky in the desert is something special, isn’t it?” Bianca sighed, leaning back on her arms as she stared into the stars overhead. “Even with all the light pollution.”

I turned my gaze up and shrugged. “I guess.”

“I guess?! Is that all you have to say? Are you passionate about anything? ” Bianca laughed.

“Racing,” I replied with a grin. “Believe me, the air is blue around the pit wall during some races.”

“Hm, I suppose I wouldn’t know seeing as I’m always on the opposite end of that radio, hm?” she replied.

“Exactly.” I took another sip of champagne, handing the bottle back to Bianca. I watched her, admiring her beautiful profile as she tipped the bottle up to her lips once again. It occurred to me suddenly that I couldn’t give less of a shit about star gazing, but I was more than happy to stare at Bianca all night long. Perhaps I was passionate about something other than racing after all.

We passed an hour or more chatting easily, tongues becoming looser and looser as the champagne flowed. I learnt that Bianca was of Italian descent but had moved with her family to the UK when she was only three years old. She had no siblings, which is just as well as she promised she would have eaten them alive if she’d had to have competed for attention as a kid. That I completely believed.

I shared a little of my family life too, delighting at how enthralled Bianca seemed to be to hear all about it. I told her about my much older sister and my ageing parents who’d had me well into their forties. I relived my youth, how car mad I’d always been and how excited my petrolhead father had been to finally have someone to share his passion with. I’d had grand ideas of becoming a racing driver myself when I was younger, but it turned out my talents lay elsewhere. I talked about my career with Invicta and how I’d landed the gig with McLaren after Harold, and Bianca opened up about how hurt she’d been to discover the ex–team principal’s betrayal. As we drained the last dregs of the champagne bottle, conversation turned to another, more exciting aspect of our lives.

“So, what happened with your stunner of an ex–girlfriend?” Bianca asked, taking me by surprise. “What was her name… Emily?”

“Amélie,” I replied, grinning. “Have you been researching me, Rossi?”

“I tried. Your social media is the most boring thing I’ve seen in my entire life. Other than basic wiki info and an article about the French underwear model girlfriend, I found nothing.”

“She wasn’t an underwear model,” I laughed. “That would be such a cliché. Give me some credit.”

“Whatever. What happened? Was that your last serious relationship?”

I cocked a brow. “Why do you want to know? I thought this was a casual thing? Does it matter?”

Bianca’s face fell, realising her questioning was betraying her interest in me. She looked away with a shrug. “I was just curious. I like to know what I’m getting into, even if it is casual, but if you don’t want to tell me, then I—”

“Yes,” I sighed. “Amélie was my last relationship. I haven’t been with anyone else since.”

Bianca gazed at me, her eyes filled with sympathy. “It was a bad break up then? You took it hard?” When I laughed, she faltered.

“No, not especially. Amélie was always so aloof and standoffish. At first, I’d viewed it as a bit of a challenge, but after three years I realised she wasn’t just playing hard to get. She really was as uninteresting and vapid as she made herself out to be, even underneath it all. She decided she wanted to focus on her career, and I agreed, so we went our separate ways. Honestly, since then I’ve been too busy to worry about it.”

“Oh.” Bianca paused. “But aren’t you, like, super horny by now? I’d be foaming at the mouth if I had been two years without sex.”

It was no surprise to me to learn Bianca was as insatiable as she claimed. She had pursued me hard since the moment we met. The Italian was young, passionate and absolutely gorgeous – I doubted she was short of offers.

“I won’t lie and say I don’t miss it, but I’ve been busy.” I shrugged. “And to be quite honest, I’d long since grown indifferent with Amélie. She was such a fucking pillow princess. I was glad not to have that stress in my life anymore and wasn’t in a rush to replace it.”

There was a moment of silence, and I glanced at Bianca, surprised to see her frowning with confusion. “What’s a pillow princess?”

I laughed. “Y’know, the kind of woman who just lies there and makes the man do all the hard work. In Amélie’s case it was also accompanied with complete silence and a face like a smacked arse.”

At that Bianca threw her head back with a giggle. “Maybe you just weren’t any good?” she teased.

I locked eyes with her. “Well, I guess you can let me know later, hm?” I cleared my throat, hastily changing the subject. “What about you? Surely you’ve got a line around the block waiting to take you out?”

Bianca shrugged. “I do alright. I’m so busy with work and jetting off around the world all the time, I’m not really interested in settling down. I wonder if maybe one day I will meet someone who inspires those feelings in me, but right now I’m all about having fun and living my best life.”

“I don’t blame you. Don’t tie yourself down. Like you said, maybe you’ll change your mind with age. It’s surprising how much changes as you get older, you know,” I replied. I had intended to be serious and empathetic, but Bianca smirked.

“God, you sound like such an old man,” she sniggered.

“Is thirty–six old? I didn’t think it was, but being around you makes me wonder.”

“As long as everything is still in working order, you’re good.” Bianca held up her index finger, straightening it out before miming it wilting away. I knew exactly what she was getting at, and I laughed aloud.

“ That works just fine, thank you, little witch!” I shoved her playfully and Bianca yelped, slipping down off the edge of the pool and into the water.

“Oh my god!” she screeched, swiping her dark hair from her face as her head emerged from beneath the water.

I was laughing too hard to speak and scrambled to get to my feet as Bianca swam towards me. I wasn’t quick enough, and she grabbed my calf, tugging me down into the water with her. I put up a valiant fight to remain on the edge, but the champagne and too much laughter got the better of me. I dropped down beneath the surface of the water, pushing back up against the tiled wall of the pool.

Bianca and I were breathless from laughing now as we each fought to dunk one another. Rossi was a strong swimmer, but I was better. I pushed her down playfully, immediately releasing her so she was able to resurface a second later, but Bianca had an ace up her sleeve. With her cheeks filled with pool water, she popped back up and spat it into my face. It should have been gross, even a little insolent, but to my utter disbelief I bricked up immediately. I’d never responded so instantly and even in the cold pool water, my cock pulsed.

“Right, that’s it,” I growled, grabbing Bianca and dragging her towards me. Still fully clothed, treading water was becoming a chore and I swam to the side with Rossi practically tucked beneath my arm. Despite her playful refusals, she cackled with laughter and allowed me to float her back to the edge of the pool. I pinned her against the tiles between my arms as I gripped the paving stone either side of her head and Bianca wrapped her legs around my waist. My interest was obvious, and a sultry smile played on her lips.

“Do you like it when girls spit in your face and disrespect you?” she teased, a little breathless.

“Not usually,” I replied. My voice sounded rough with desire. I already knew what I was going to do next. “But apparently I like you disrespecting me more than I’d ever thought possible.”

I didn’t ask her permission before closing in and kissing her firmly. The swaying of the water jostled us gently back and forth and Bianca gripped me tighter, wrapping her arms around my neck as she encouraged me to deepen the kiss. There was no build up. Just like Bianca’s driving, the Italian went zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye, and I was really into it. I delved my tongue into her, enjoying the breathy moan that elicited whilst Bianca clawed at me.

When I ripped my mouth from hers and trailed my lips down over her jaw, Bianca released a staggered sigh.

“Let’s get out. We can head back to my room.”

I simply groaned with agreement, though I was enjoying myself and didn’t want to part from her. I allowed Bianca to squirm free, but as she heaved herself up onto the edge of the pool, I grabbed her thighs.

“You think you can get these off?” I asked, voice low. I plucked at the soaked denim.

Bianca eyed me up and down. “That depends. Are you going to make it worth my while?”

“Planning on it,” I replied.

Bianca leant back and unfastened her waistband. I watched her, still floating in the pool, as she struggled with the skin–tight, wet jeans. She peeled them off one leg, but before she turned her attention to the other, I stopped her.

“That’s fine. Scoot right up to the edge.”

“You’re not the boss of me everywhere, y’know,” Bianca chuckled, but obediently lifted her behind, sitting right on the edge of the pool. She spread her thighs eagerly, steadying herself with one foot on the ground, the other against my shoulder. I gripped the pool’s edge with one hand, the other reaching out and pulling the gusset of Bianca’s underwear to the side, exposing her pussy.

I glanced up at her and when she nodded, taking her lip between her teeth, I knew I had her consent. I brought my mouth to her apex, tongue hot against her cool flesh and Bianca sucked in a breath.

I teased her, trailing long, languid licks from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue, groaning when Bianca’s hips jerked in response. I repeated the action a few more times and with each slow pass of my tongue, I drew soft, desperate moans.

“God, Kristian, fuck, ” she sighed.

With my enthusiasm for sex well and truly reignited, I planned to savour this. I wanted to explore everything Rossi could give me. When she began to rock her hips up to each lick, I increased the pace, little by little.

Just as Bianca was really getting into it and I began to wonder how much longer she would be able to hold off before coming, voices echoed from deep within the hotel corridors and we jumped apart.

“Come on,” Bianca whispered, righting her underwear hastily and getting to her feet. She hopped about as she struggled to pull the remaining leg of her jeans off and when she stumbled, she laughed. “Fuck, my legs are shaking like crazy!”

I heaved myself out of the pool, water gushing from my sodden clothes, but I paid it no mind. I hurried to follow behind Bianca, only pausing to snatch up our socks and shoes as I passed. The empty champagne bottle clattered and rolled away beneath one of the loungers out of reach as I knocked it over. Whatever. I had more important things on my mind right now.

Bianca and I hurried to her room. She pushed the glass door open, and we rushed inside. I dropped our belongings down on a nearby chair whilst Rossi closed up and righted the curtains.

“We are absolutely soaked,” I murmured. “There’s water everywhere.”

“I don’t fucking care,” Bianca replied, and I watched with a dry mouth as she peeled the remainder of her wet clothes from her body. When she raised a brow, nodding her head towards me, I jumped into action and followed suit. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what she wanted me to do with my dripping clothes, my voice died. Holding my breath, my heart thumping in my ears, I stared as Bianca brazenly tugged off her sports bra and stepped out of her underwear. She was so at ease with her own nakedness and my eyes eagerly took in every inch of her. I forgot that I was supposed to be undressing too, until Bianca picked her way through the piles of wet clothing towards me.

“Quit staring and roll your tongue back in,” she teased, tugging at the last few buttons of my shirt. “I want to see you, too.”

I allowed her to undress me, obediently shrugging out of my shirt and lifting my legs to free them from my trousers. When Bianca’s fingers slipped over the elasticated edge of my boxers, I shuddered.

“Cold?” she asked with a sexy smile. “I’ll warm you up soon enough.” Bianca smoothed her palms down over my torso. “You’re so fucking hot, do you work out?”

“Every day,” I replied, feigning indifference and pretending her compliment of my physique hadn’t lit me up inside.

I took Bianca’s face in my hands and kissed her roughly, whilst she pushed my underwear down. Still attached at the mouth, I kicked them off and we stumbled gracelessly before falling onto the bed.

Our kissing grew bolder, more passionate and messier. We were both breathless, sharing air between deep delves of one another’s tongues. Bianca lifted a leg, hooking it up over my hip as her hand dipped to stroke my length with the kind of confidence I had honestly expected from her at this point. Arousal shot up my spine and I shuddered, cock jerking as she teased me.

With the hand that wasn’t trapped beneath our bodies, I smoothed my palm down over her shoulder, then her ribs, to her hip and around to grab her arse. When Bianca gasped, I spread her cheek and slipped my fingers between the cleft. They ghosted over her back entrance, and I enjoyed how that made her flinch before sliding my digits further still until I found her pussy.

“God,” Bianca sighed, lifting her leg further still to allow me better access. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined what it would feel like to have your hands on me like this.”

“Yeah?” I teased her flesh, gently brushing the pads of my fingers over her.

“You’ve got such sexy hands– fuck, Kristian, don’t play with me.”

I laughed softly, peeling her hand from my cock. “Roll over. Let me see you.”

Bianca untangled herself from me, obediently laying on her back and spreading her legs wide. My eyes were riveted between them in an instant. She may have been fantasising about my fingers, but I’d been obsessing over this. Her pussy was glistening with arousal already and I’d barely begun.

When I could tear my eyes away from between her thighs, our eyes locked. Bianca’s face was pinker than I’d ever seen it and I hoped that was my doing and not the alcohol. Her dark brows were furrowed, her luscious lips swollen from my kisses and dark eyes silently begging me for more. She didn’t realise just how easily she had surpassed Amélie with just her facial expressions alone. Bianca was hungry for me, and I felt a rush of masculine pride.

With no hesitation, I leant in and buried my face between her legs. In an instant, Bianca’s thighs snapped shut around my head, squeezing me, but I allowed it. I quickly resumed the same steady rhythm I had been building when we were beside the pool, but this time I got my hands involved too. I smoothed my palms up and down the backs of her thighs, enjoying every shudder and whimper I drew from her. I inched my touch closer and closer to her core, until I was stroking the pads of my fingers against her entrance. She was so wet, it was a challenge not to slip inside her, but I held off and deliberately continued to tease her with what she wanted most.

“Fuck, just do it!” she cried with a hoarse laugh. “I’m going crazy.”

I had a feeling that was as close to begging as Bianca Rossi could get. When I eased my middle and ring finger inside her, her whole body tensed up.

“Oh, fuck. No. No, stop!” Bianca gasped, pushing my head away from her. “Stop. I’m going to come!”

I pulled my mouth away from her as she asked, but instead slowly fucked her with my fingers. I wasn’t sure if that alone was going to be enough to push her over the edge, but I didn’t have to wait long until I got my answer.

“Ooh, fuck! ” she squeaked, covering her face with her hands. I felt her pussy tightening up around my digits, quivering and pulsing as she came. “Damn it!”

“What’s the big deal?” I asked with a laugh, lifting my fingers up and rubbing them against her G–spot as I extended her pleasure.

“I didn’t want to,” she whined, flesh still throbbing. “Not yet. Shit, I knew those fingers would feel great.”

I didn’t reply, just leant in over her and pressed down through the heel of my hand onto her clit. When Bianca’s mouth fell open, I fought a smile and began a gentle rocking motion. She snatched a fistful of bedding, her stomach tensing as she spread her legs wider still.

“F–fuck,” she whimpered, breath coming in short huffs. “That’s intense – keep going!”

I gradually upped the pace of my movements, fingers not thrusting, just curled up and pressed into her G–spot whilst the heel of my hand rubbed her clit. This wasn’t the first time this move had worked its magic for me, but I got the sense that with Bianca it was going to be something special. I could feel the pressure building up inside her, her looming climax almost pushing my fingers out with the strength of it. I wondered if Bianca had any idea what was likely to happen when she came.

“Have you ever squirted before?” I asked her breathlessly.

Bianca couldn’t form words to answer me, but she shook her head. I grinned. “I have a feeling you’re about to.”

“I–is that why I feel like this?” she gasped. “Like I need to pee? It’s too much!”

“When you’re ready to come for me, don’t fight it. Relax into it and I promise it’ll be worth it,” I murmured.

“Oh, Kristian,” she cried, her fingernails digging into my forearm. “Now! Fuck, now!”

I slipped my fingers out of her, using her arousal to lubricate my touch as I stroked her clit. As Bianca’s body jerked and shivered, she buried her face into my chest and moaned. I felt the wetness I had been waiting for spilling from her.

“Good girl, that’s it. Relax into it.”

I ached to sink myself inside her, to feel that pretty pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock as I fucked her. Just the thought of it had me twitching. Instead, I focussed on my hands, slowly petting her as she continued to writhe against me.

“Oh my god! Kristian!” she whimpered, her voice muffled. “What the fuck?! That was so good, I might cry!”

I laughed, squeezing her tightly and Bianca wrapped her arms around my chest. I could still feel her body shuddering and twitching as the last of her pleasure ebbed from her. I wasn’t sure how long we lay there in one another’s arms, but eventually she leant back and blew her hair from her face. Her dark eyes gazed up at me.

“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” she asked with a grin.

I shrugged. “Here and there.”

“Fuck me, it was good, ” Bianca breathed, wriggling further up the bed to capture my mouth with her own. The pleasure I’d been fighting against returned full force, and I delved my tongue into her. God, I wanted her.

“Have you got a condom?” I asked her between kisses, heart sinking when she shook her head.

“No, but don’t worry about it.”

“Bianca,” I chastised.

“It’s fine. I’m on birth control and I trust you not to give me anything nasty.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. What about you giving me something?”

“I got tested a few months ago. I haven’t been with anyone since.” She paused. “Besides, this is hardly a one night stand, is it?”

At that I faltered and sat up, looking down at her. “It isn’t?”

“After what you just did with those magic fingers? I might have to marry you now.” Bianca smiled.

I laughed and allowed her to pull me down into a passionate kiss. I wasn’t sure about marriage, but I had to admit I was enjoying myself far more than I’d thought I would, and I came into this with some pretty high expectations.

As our kiss grew steadily more passionate once again, I started to unravel. My cock was so hard it was throbbing, and I was aching for Bianca, for anything. I let her roll me over, tongues entwined. She clambered up on top of me, straddling my hips with my cock slipping up and down the cleft of her behind. Bianca took her weight in her arms as she pushed away from me, and I greedily took in her gorgeous, little body. Logically, I had known Bianca was fit, but the reality of it turned me on more than I’d ever expected. I was the one who arranged her sessions with the personal trainer, I knew how hard she worked to look like she did, and I loved it. I was no stranger to putting in hard graft at the gym and it was exciting to be with someone who was not only young and beautiful, but also at the peak of her fitness.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, smiling down at me.

“How fucking sexy you are,” I replied honestly, grabbing her waist.

“Hm, charmer,” she teased. Bianca glanced over her shoulder, and I startled as she grasped my cock firmly before easing it into her pussy. She was still so wet, there was little resistance, and I groaned as she sat her weight down into her bottom, taking me as deeply as she could.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I gasped, my grip tightening on her hips.

Bianca leant in over me with a sultry smile. “Do I? Am I wet?” She lifted her hips a fraction before sinking back down on me. “And hot?” Another slow thrust. “And tight?” And another.

I gritted my teeth. I wanted to grab her and pin her to my body whilst I pounded up into her, but I held back. With my chest heaving, I lay obediently beneath Bianca as she fucked me, so slow and deep I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Bianca ghosted her lips over mine, evading me as I attempted to capture them in a kiss. Instead, she brushed her fingertips over my jaw to my chin before gently easing them into my mouth. I felt so vulnerable as she pushed down against my tongue, my cock jerked inside her. My mind immediately returned to her spitting that pool water into my face and I groaned. It appeared Bianca Rossi had uncovered a streak of submission that even I hadn’t known was there.

“Does my pussy feel good?” she asked, rocking back and forth a little faster. With her fingers stuffed in my mouth, I couldn’t reply with words, so instead released a muffled moan. “Am I going to make you come?”

Fuck, she definitely would if she continued this way. I nodded and my thighs shook as Bianca fucked me faster still. I knew it wasn’t going to last much longer, but I endeavoured to hold myself back, keen not to bust too quickly and embarrass myself. I could almost hear Bianca teasing me about old men and their stamina already. My brows furrowed and I took a deep breath in through my nose, just as another pleasured groan escaped me.

Bianca grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. She pulled her fingers from my mouth, circling her apex with determination as she bounced up and down on my cock. I felt her internal muscles gripping me as she angled her hips just right.

“Greedy,” I gasped breathlessly. Bianca didn’t argue, just folded forward and kissed me.

“Don’t come yet,” she whispered, nibbling my lower lip gently. It was no good, I needed to change things up if I stood any chance of holding back long enough to wring another climax out of Bianca. I sat up beneath her, shifting her weight up into my arms.

“What’re you—”

I slipped my cock out of her, the cool air on wet flesh helping to temper my arousal a little, and I dropped her down on the bed. I rolled her over onto her belly, and as if reading my mind, Bianca lifted her hips a little. Her pussy looked delicious, glistening in the dim light with her fingers still stroking her clit, and I was helpless but to slide back inside her. We both moaned in unison. I took my weight on my arms and Bianca spread her legs a little to make room for me between them.

With me finally in control of the pace, I gave in to what I had been fantasising about since we’d jumped out of that pool. I pounded into her hard, skin slapping against skin and her pert behind jiggling with each thrust.

Bianca buried her face in the bed, muffling a desperate cry, and pushed back against me eagerly. I really hoped that meant she was going to come soon. My resolve was in tatters.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Bianca moaned, her voice ragged. “God! I’m going to fucking come again!”

“Ugh, yes, come on,” I growled, slamming into her. “Fucking give it to me.”

Apparently, that was enough to push Bianca over the edge. She froze, body trembling beneath me. I felt her pussy tightening and releasing as she came, her walls milking pleasure from my cock.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned. When Bianca lifted her hips up to me, I gripped her firmly. With one hand, I pinned her down to the mattress, pounding into her. “Stay still, gorgeous, I’m about to come.” I felt my brow furrow and I moaned, low and loud, as I gave myself permission to topple over the edge into climax. I slowed my thrusts, and my cock began to jerk and pulse, pumping cum inside Bianca. “Oh, you good girl, that’s it.”

“Kristian,” Bianca gasped, her hands reaching back for me.

We remained still for a long moment, each basking in the afterglow of some truly mind–blowing sex. As I began to come down from my high, pleasure slowly easing, my arms started to shake. Before I lost control of myself completely, I pulled my semi–hard cock from between Bianca’s cheeks and rolled off her, flopping heavily onto my back as I fought to catch my breath. I stared up at the ceiling, all logical thought absent.

“That,” Bianca sighed. “Was phenomenal. ”

I turned to look at her, noting her flushed cheeks and sweaty brow with pride. “Thanks,” I chuckled. “You were rather special yourself.”

“Told you us fucking was a good idea.”

This time my chuckle became a full laugh. I snatched Bianca to my chest and wrapped my arms around her.

“Alright, alright. I concede that on this occasion, you were right,” I muttered.

“Seriously, Kristian, how many times are you going to make me say it?” Bianca looked up at me, her chin resting on my chest and eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’m always right.”