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Alice

A lice made her way to her bedroom, pinching herself, because there was no way this handsome hockey player was real. He had been so kind and respectful but also so devastatingly sexy. And as impossible as it seemed, he was into her.

It was surreal, but trapped here in the cabin, she found the confidence she was always lacking in her real life. It was hard for her to explain or even understand where this confidence came from, but something about the way he looked at her felt right.

They made their way into her bedroom, and instantly, he was on her with such a zeroed in focus on kissing her and taking her clothes off.

“Taylor,” she said in a gasp.

“What is it, rainbow?” he said as he tossed her shirt across the room and was shoving her pants down.

No words existed to answer his question, only her matching his need to see him naked again. She tugged up the hem of his shirt, which she easily slipped over his head. When she pushed his pants down, his perfect cock sprang free.

He had said he wanted to taste her again, but she found he wanted that same thing just as much.

She sank to her knees before him.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he gathered her hair.

“Yes,” she said, looking up at him. “I really want to.”

Her honesty was almost shocking. This was an act she has always done in the past out of a need to make the other person happy. And while she still wanted to do it to give Taylor pleasure because he had given her so much, this was something she wanted to do.

She licked the underside of his dick. His head dropped back on a groan as she took it into her mouth, putting her hand on his thighs. Both of his hands were fisted in her hair. He wasn’t offering any direction, and that was where she wanted him. She felt so powerful with this unflappable man on the brink of losing control. There was power in that, and she loved it.

She worked the part of his shaft that wouldn’t fit in her mouth with her hands.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he rasped out.

His gaze was tight with pleasure. He was perfect. This was perfect.

Then, to her surprise, he pulled her off and pulled her up before pushing her down on the bed. She landed with a huff, and he fell to his knees and pushed her legs wide, revealing her slick, swollen center to him. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as he grinning and licked his lips like he was some sex-starved big bad wolf, and she was ready for him to huff and puff and fucking blow her down.

Then his tongue licked slowly and deliberately up her core, and she lost coherent thought and tossed her head back with a moan. He licked her again, and it was like every indulgent lick was rewiring her brain and making her feel worthy of this level of adoration. He ate pussy like a fucking sex wizard.

The pleasure was winding itself deep inside of her. Then he turned his focus to her clit and switched between licking and circling with his tongue and sucking on it.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as his mouth closed around that tight bundle of nerves.

She grabbed his hair and shamelessly grinded against his face. For a split second, she almost stopped, worried she was going to suffocate him, but then he grabbed her hips, pulled her tighter to his mouth, and gave her one more hard suck.

She exploded. Her orgasm took over, and she moaned and writhed as he worked her through each powerful pulse of pleasure.

Finally, she pushed his head away, panting. She had never come like that in her entire life.

Upon opening her eyes, she found Taylor standing over her with a grin like the cat who just found the cream—and, fuck... she loved being the cream.

She shook her head, her thoughts a jumbled mess, but she wasn’t mad at it.

“Move up,” he said, motioning his head higher up the bed. She pushed up as he tore off a condom from the strip he’d brought in. She watched with lust-filled eyes as he ripped it open and rolled it down his length.

He crawled over her and settled between her legs. She gasped with pleasure as he notched his cock into her slippery core.

“Fuck, Alice, you feel so good.”

She gave her hips a rock, and he bit his lip and wasted no more time thrusting into her. The sudden feeling of fullness was overwhelming and had her clinging to him as he continued pumping. She dug her fingernails into his back, clinging to him. Her pleasure was already building in her again as he rocked his hips. He worked in such a way that his cock kept rubbing this space deep inside of her that had her seeing fucking stars.

“Oh my god, I’m going to come,” she gasped.

“That’s right, baby. Give it to me,” he said, bucking into her harder.

She sat there on the edge of losing it, but she needed something else to push her over the edge. She didn’t know what she needed, but she needed something.

Then Taylor reached between them and rubbed her clit while he continued fucking her hard. That was just what she needed. She clung to him as she broke apart with sobs of pleasure.

He gripped her hips and pounded into her. Their eyes connected with so many unspoken words as his brow crinkled. His eyes closed as he groaned and pulsed inside of her. As he fell on to her, the full weight of him pressing her into the mattress was quite possibly one of the most comforting things she had ever experienced.

He took a deep breath and pushed up and pulled out of her, and she ached to reclaim him and pull him close, but before she could mourn the loss, he pulled her close and peppered her neck and shoulder in kisses.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he said on her neck between kisses.

“The feeling is incredibly mutual,” she said, running her hands through his sweat-dampened hair.

“I’ll be right back,” he said into her neck before pushing her off and heading to the bathroom.

She squeezed her eyes shut and stayed still worried if she moved too much she might wake up from this dream. This was not real, it couldn’t be. But when she opened her eyes, there he was, standing in the doorway, drinking her in.

“Get in here,” she said, pulling back the covers and climbing in them herself.

Once in the bed, he pulled her close, and she rested her head on his chest. Perfect. She traced her fingers absentmindedly on his chest, just trying to soak up the magic of the moment. His body tensed beneath her touch.

“Stop,” he said, placing his hand over hers.

The irritability in his voice surprised her. She instantly tried to withdraw her hand, the sharp sting of rejection rearing its ugly head. A feeling she was all too familiar with. But then he held her hand tightly.

“Sorry, I still want you to touch me,” he muttered. “I just like firm pressure. Really light touches almost hurt sometimes.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, nuzzling into his side.

Taylor settled into the pillows and pulled her closer.

“I’m sorry if I was rough. I know it was only your second time?—”

“No, it was perfect. This time and last night. I’m so glad you ended up here.”

He tried settling into the pillows before sitting up and reached underneath the pillow.

Her heart dropped in horror as he pulled out her unicorn dildo.

She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled away from him, recoiling in embarrassment.

Of course, this perfect moment had to be ruined.

“Hello, old friend,” he said to the dildo, seemingly unaware of the panic gripping her.

Her hands slapped over her face as he continued to examine the dildo. “Oh my god.”

“I swear, you keep leaving this for me to find. It’s like naughty hide and seek,” he said in amusement.

She was speechless and sputtering before he realized she was embarrassed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked like he wasn’t playing with the rainbow dildo she had stashed under her pillow.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, sliding her hands down her face. “Just dying of embarrassment over here.”

“Do you use this?”

She nodded, unclear on why he was so set on embarrassing her.

“Have you ever used it with someone else?”

Her mouth dropped open. Was he serious?

“Considering I was a virgin yesterday, I can safely say I have only ever used it by myself.”

“Would you like to use it with someone?” he asked, a wicked smile stretching across his face.

Her mouth fell open, and she just nodded. How could she do anything besides that?

She’d lost control of her body, not that she had the control to begin with.