A Wager With Sadie: 004

Arms tangled, mouths locked on one another, they stumbled across the room. Teddy lead her on her high heels, clacking backward as their suite door closed behind them. They fell on the bed, Teddy on top of her. His hardness pressed her stomach. One of his hands reached down, grabbed her skirt and hiked it up.

“Put it in me,” she told him.

He kissed her with hunger, and she ran her nails on his back. He unzipped, belt buckle jingling and jangling as it levered open. They shimmied hips together, pushing their genitals into one another. Then his clumsy hand was coming up her skirt again, tugging aside her panties. His tip probed her opening. She gasped into his mouth as he pushed himself all the way inside her in one warm and easy stroke. She sighed, locked her ankles behind his knees. He pounded into her; she stuck her tongue in his mouth. Their breaths scored in ragged gasps as he pumped pleasure into her insides. “This what you wanted?” she asked.

“The start,” he said.

“You feel so good, Teddy.”

“I love you so much, Sadie.”

They writhed, the frantic pounding turning into steady rhythmic lovemaking. Their bodies wormed until they were both on the bed. Both clothed still, she shoved Teddy’s pants down so she could grab his ass cheeks while he made love to her. “So good, Teddy,” she said, looking in his eyes.

“I got that shot, Sadie,” he said, almost sneering.

“Your wish is now my command,” she said, a foreseeable kinky future this evening opening up ahead of her. Would they try anal again? She wanted to . . .

“Tell me about your notebook,” he said.

“Oh, Teddy,” she said, disappointed and distracted. But the disappointment did a somersault to stand upright again, thrusting victorious hands overhead. This was kinky. She whispered, “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me what you wrote.”

“Dirty stuff,” she said.

He grumbled and groaned, chuckling, rocking his hips from side-to-side, impaled inside her. “You’re so fucking sexy, Sade.”

“I was just a young girl . . .”

“You’re fascinating,” he said, and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. They kissed again, then more sweet lovemaking. She hugged herself to him. He persisted. “Tell me tell me what you wrote.”

“Dirty stuff, Teddy.”

“So tell me what dirty stuff you wrote.”

“That turns you on?” she asked.

“Turns me on so fucking bad.”

She prepared herself, laughing at the ridiculousness, but getting into it. tickled her past would rile her husband. “I wrote about where we did it,” she said.

“What else?”

“Who the guy was.”

“What else?”

She whispered, “Stuff about what it was like.”

“Shit,” he said, then pounded into her for half a minute, then slowed again. He groaned, “Why does it turn me on so much?”

“And you said I was the pervert.” She ran lazy nails up and down his back while he went slow in and out, circling his hips. He was as hard as a steel rod.

Teddy laughed and fell with his weight on top of her. She loved his weight on her.

In her ear, he breathed, “My wish is your command.”

She stroked her feet on the backs of his legs, and nibbled on his neck. “What’s your wish?”

“I don’t know,” he said, tight and reluctant.

“I’m yours,” she assured him, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Teddy buried his face in her collar, bit her neck and thrust into her again. Their hips crashed and slapped, and she gasped with each one.

“Tell me . . .”

He looked in her eyes again, smiling, hesitating.

“I’ll do it, Teddy.”

His cheeks hollowed as his mouth finally moved to utter to her his secret desire, and her heart beat faster. At last: “A . . . hand job,” he said.

“You want a hand job right now?” That was piker stuff. They’d done that in full public daylight this afternoon. “Not very imaginative, Teddy.”

“Another guy,” he said.

She frowned, not comprehending.

Teddy rolled against her, his rock hard cock slipping through her wetness

“Another guy?” she said, hoping her misunderstanding didn’t offend him.

He growled, “Jerk a guy off, then tell me your notes.”

She chuckled, bit her lower lip. “Yeah, you want that?” She humped back against him.

“Fucking do it,” he said.

“That’s what you want?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, nibbling her ear.

Her nails went down his back, her husband elevating his dirty talk game. “Where? Here?”

“Yeah, tell me: how would you do it?”

“I don’t know. You tell me,” she whispered, hips moiling against his as they made love.

“Go jerk a guy off, then come back and tell me about it.”

“How about in the gym?”

Teddy groaned, enjoying that she joined his game. “That’s where you’ll do it?”

“Yeah. I follow him into the locker room . . .”

“You’re, mm, gonna do it?”

She bit his earlobe now. “You made that shot, Teddy.”

He chuckle-groaned. “Could you believe that?”

She caressed her hands over his back, down lower and grabbed his ass again, compelling him deeper. “I want it deep now, baby,” she sighed.

Teddy complied. They kissed. She whispered in his ear, “I go in the locker room, there’s just two of us. Everybody else clanging weights outside . . .”

“Put the trashcan up against the door,” he groaned, trembling.

“You like that?”

“Keep going.”

“We go into the shower . . .”

“That where you used to like doing it?”

“I liked doing it everywhere, Teddy,” she whispered, loving how crazy this talk made him.

“Did you ever do it in the shower?”

“I did.” And that was true.

“Oh, Sadie . . .”

Teddy’s lovemaking became ragged and unfocused. The effect on him was thrilling. “I take him in the shower, give his dick the best hand job it’s ever had.”

Their union flooded with a slippery spate. Her own wetness, and for a moment she thought Teddy’d ejaculated. But he still thrusted. Still wanted to hear more. And his body was rigid with unreleased tension. He hadn’t come yet, but he was close.

“You’re so good at it,” he whispered.

She said, “I like it when I jerk a guy off so good he sucks his stomach right in and I see his ribs.”

“Oh, shit . .  .”

“Yeah, Teddy, and when I’m jerking this man off in the shower, where are you?”

“Waiting here,” he said, voice a thin croak. She could tell by his thrusts he was close and desperate.

“I’ll come back and tell you every detail you want,” she said, running her nails up his back. “That what you want?”

That set him off.

Her too.

He thrust himself deep inside her, cock so hard, the tip stroked along her front wall. It tucked in the pocket just before her cervix, setting her off like a rocket ship. Teddy came. His cock pulsed and throbbed and Teddy squeezed her tight.

She drew in a long, hoarse gasp as a sudden orgasm seized her.