Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

then I remember again that I can't be caught screwing around with this particular hockey player. I start looking over my shoulders to make sure nobody I know sees me, and Neal tugs on my arm again.

We walk onto campus toward the athlete dorms. I've never been in these suites before, but I've heard stories. While the rest of us cram into tiny rooms with paperboard furniture, the athletes get leather couches and queen sized beds. They have functional kitchens they never use, since they have team meals for dinner and everything else is prescribed for them by the team nutritionists.

When Neal slides his ID card into the door I feel like I'm walking into a luxury apartment, not someone's dorm room. As I stand in the living room, waiting for him to flick on the lights, he comes up behind me and reaches around my body to feel my breasts. "My roommates are all still at that party," he whispers as he starts unfastening my jeans. "I'm going to bend you over the couch and fuck you here in the living room."

I can only moan in response as he yanks down my panties and jeans together. I kick off both and fling my ballet flats across the room. I can hear Neal undressing behind me and I move to pull off my shirt, but he stops me. "No," he says, sucking on my neck as his thumbs massage my nipples. "Leave it on. I fucking love how you look in that shirt."

I am deeply aroused by this point, leaning back against his body while his hands explore. The long fingers of one hand stroke at my pussy while his other hand teases my nipples. God, he does amazing things to my nipples. I never really paid much attention to them before Neal. His tongue licks me from my ear, down my jaw line, around to the delicate skin of my throat, where I feel his teeth nip. My knees start to buckle as I softly moan and Neal pushes me forward until I'm leaning against the back of the couch.

I turn over my shoulder to look at him and reach up to touch the side of his face as he sucks on my neck. That hair I love so much is soft against my skin and I savor the feel of it under my hands, but Neal isn't making time for tender caresses. I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper and feel him behind me, his massive cock sliding along the crack of my ass as he reaches between my legs to spread me wide enough for him to enter me.

Even though he's been inside me before, I suck in my breath at the shock of him filling me. Last time, he spent a long time preparing my body for his invasion. This feels rough and thrilling. His dick spreads me wide and I reach forward, grabbing at the couch for support. "You're mine, Dahlia," he huffs as he begins to thrust in and out of my body. "Mine." I can hear the slap of our flesh meeting. There is something primal and urgent in the way Neal is fucking me right now, and I am swept away by the feeling of my ass shaking as Neal crashes into it again and again. His arms are around my chest, crushing my breasts against my body as he leans over me and stretches my channel.

"Say you're mine," he huffs into my ear as he pounds into me. "Whose pussy is this?"

I am not sure how to feel about this possessive streak coming through from Neal. Is it just the heat of the moment? It's sexy. I want to hear him say it again, want to feel like I belong to him in this way, even if this is just for tonight. I look up at him and his eyes are intense. I smile even as he's jolting my body. "I'm yours, Neal. You're the only one who can fuck me."

I know that if he touches me, I'll cum instantly. His dick is so big and from this angle I can feel it rasping along my G-spot with every thrust. I'm so desperate for contact with my aching clit, but I can't move my arms to touch myself, needing them to support me from under the weight of Neal crashing into my body. He moves one hand to tug on my long braid, turning my mouth toward his and he invades my mouth with his tongue as he takes my pussy in his other hand.

I am not conscious of making the sounds I can hear coming out of my body, but I know I am bucking wildly beneath him as I cum on his hand. His mouth swallows my screams and I feel him thicken as he groans. We cum together, and Neal continues to move inside me, more slowly now, as he pours into the condom and I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensations racking through my body. He shudders against my back and is still at long last. My body is coated in sweat by now, and my skin sticks to the leather material of the couch as I try to stand.

After a few minutes, Neal slides out of me and walks to throw out the condom in the kitchen trash. My body feels suddenly empty and I shiver at the loss of his heat against my back. This is the first time I've been able to really appreciate him standing naked, though, so I hug myself and take a long look. I lean against the couch enjoying the sight of his body as he moves around the kitchen getting water. He looks at me over his water glass and my mouth drops open as I see his cock getting hard again immediately.

Neal walks back over to me and offers me the water glass. I take a