Chapter 32

We finish our lunch, fully engaged in a long conversation about which pokemon is the best. Obviously, we all have very different opinions. It gets so heated that Foster and Joe end up chest to chest, sizing each other up. Micah and I glance at each other. We both sigh and get up to break up the unnecessary rivalry. Somehow, Foster and Joe end up genuinely mad at each other.

Instead of checking out the rec room, Micah and I decide to take our guys back up to the rooms to separate them so they can cool off. Micah and Joe head to 203, while Foster and I take 205. I push Foster down onto what I assume is his bed seeing as he walked straight to it when we entered the room. He reluctantly allows himself to fall. Once he is laying down, I crawl on top of him, straddling his lap. He just pouts.

"What's wrong?" I trace the outline of his abs through his t-shirt. I could get lost in these abs. He groans softly under my touch, losing some of that pent-up anger.

"I don't know. I'm not actually mad. I think I'm just frustrated if you get what I mean." With that, he flips us so that I am now the one laying flat and he is the one on top. He cranes his neck down, placing gentle kisses along my jaw line, down my neck, stopping at my collar bone to leave some marks signifying that he was there.

"Foster," I whine. I can feel my wetness spreading. He isn't the only one who is a little frustrated. He smirks against my skin, continuing to leave wet kisses wherever he pleases. Eventually, his mouth trails from my collarbone down towards my slightly exposed cleavage.

"I can't help it. You are just so tempting. Not being in the same room really sucks. It means I won't get many chances to do shit like this," He drops his face down between the soft mounds, breathing in and out slowly. I feel my blush creep down my neck towards the area that is currently receiving the most attention. He nibbles on the sensitive skin, making my breath catch in my throat.

"Foster, please. Joe and Micah could barge in at any time," I motioned to the unlocked doors that separate our two rooms. He turns his head in the direction where I am pointing. He gets up off of me, goosebumps covering my arms and legs at the loss of warmth.

"I can fix that," he mutters. He walks towards the two unlocked doors and swiftly turns the deadbolt so that no one can intrude. Then, he walks towards the front door to his room and opens it, placing something on the outside knob. I don't catch what it is, but I assume it's something to signify that the room is currently being occupied. Maybe some type of sign he and Joe talked about earlier. He does a little jog back to where I am laying, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his shoes.

"All better doll?" Hearing that nickname shifts something in me. He only uses that name when we sleep together. I pull the blanket up over my clearly flustered body. He just chuckles and crawls into bed from underneath the blanket at the other end. I try to cover myself, to prevent him from seeing my arousal but it's no use. He just glides up over me, shifting the covers so that we are more comfortable.

"Don't be shy. You know how much I love seeing you all hot and bothered under me sweetheart," he uses that other sickeningly sweet pet name. I try to calm my breathing down to try and gain any type of composure but it isn't working. He already has me tangled up in his trap.

He drops his face down between my breasts again, continuing where he left off. He kisses and nips at each breast, pausing quickly to look up at me. I look away, not wanting to meet his hungry gaze. He moves so that he is now face to face with me, preventing my escape. He places his large rough hand where his mouth previously was, toying with me. He pinches and twists at my sensitive buds, trying to elicit a sound. I bite my lip to try and muffle it, not wanting to give away our activities to any prying ears.

"Oh come on doll, let me hear you. I love the sexy little noises you make for me while I play with your body," he pinches and pulls a little harder this time. I hide my face in his shoulder, unable to prevent the sounds from surfacing. He stops toying with me for a moment but then slides his hand away from my chest, down towards the space between my trembling thighs. I whimper. I can't help it. I want him so bad.

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Hearing her lewd noises as I caress every part of her makes my cock stiffen. I kiss her lips, then her cheek, eventually settling so that my mouth hovers over her ear. I lick the outer shell and then blow hot air over it. She shivers. I slide my hand down the front of her panties, feeling how wet she is. Fuck it's so hot in here.

"You're all wet for me. I love how excited you get when I tease you. Should I stop? I don't want someone to hear you and pick up on all the fun we are having in here," my hand hovers just over her slick womanhood. She squirms, trying to press against me. The uncomfortable fabric separating me from her is really starting to get on my nerves.

"Foster please touch me. Please. I want you so bad," she moans against my shoulder.

"There's my good girl. I was wondering when you'd use your words. Tell me what to do. I want to hear you say it." She shifts. I know she's aching for me to touch, to relieve some of that pent-up frustration. But I won't give in so easily.

"I want you to take off my panties. They are sticking to me too much. I want to feel you inside me. I just want you to make me feel good. Foster please, I want you."

"Fuck. You know I can't keep myself under control with you begging for me, whining my name like that." I hook my fingers around the last few garments separating her from me. Once they are removed, I slide off my boxers and sit back at my heels. Taking in the sight before me. Arms and legs splayed out so I can see her every curve and crevice. She closes her thighs, rubbing them together to create some friction. I reach down, separating her thighs with my hands, not wanting to lose sight of my prize.

"Please Foster, I can't handle it anymore. Please Fuck me," She begs. I stop staring between her legs and glance back up at the expression on her face. Her cheeks are flushed. Her half-lidded eyes are gazing at me, filled with lust. Her lips are parted slightly as she pants.

"I would love to doll," with that I close the distance. My lips meet hers. One of my hands finds its way to her waist, the other keeping me steady. I rub the tip of my shaft against her, coating it in her sweet juices. I groan into her mouth. I tease her clit with the head of my cock before eventually giving in and slamming into her. She gasps, sucking in air as I pull back out all the way and slam into her a second time. Our kiss muffles her screams of pleasure. I pull back out, this time changing our positions so that I am sitting down and she is straddling my lap. She sits on my cock, letting it slowly fill her. I thrust up into her, filling her the rest of the way earning a surprised moan.

"That's it, sweetheart. Use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me how good you feel." She nods, holding on to my shoulders as I pick up the pace, ramming into her a little bit faster and a little bit harder. Her sweet moans fill the room, telling me everything I need to know. She's getting close. Instead of allowing her release, I slow down, wanting her to beg for me one more time. "I need you to use your words one more time. Do you think you can be a good girl and do that for me?"

"Foster I'm so close. I can't take it. I want to finish and . . . I want you to cum inside me, please." Her face burns a deeper shade of red after she confesses what she needs from me. She always knows just what I want to hear. I pull her in for a kiss, picking up the pace again. I feel her walls start to grip me, strangling my throbbing cock.

"Good girl, I love hearing you beg. I'm going to flip you over now so I can get a good look at your cute pussy as I ruin you doll," she nods quickly, desperation spreading across her features. We quickly change positions. She supports herself, one hand on the bed, the other hand against the wall. I grab her hips, pushing into her with as much force and speed as I can. The way her pussy sucks my cock in and fights me as I pull back out makes the most delectable sound.

A few more pumps and I can feel her clamp down on me. Her juices spray everywhere, making a mess of the bed and myself. With one last thrust, I shoot my load inside her, crashing on top of her. We lay like that, my dick still inside her while we both try to catch our breath. Eventually, I pull out of her and roll to the side. We take a nap, no longer sexually frustrated, just content with holding each other.