On Rounds -- The Laundry Room - Sex Stories

On Rounds -- The Laundry Room

... came all around him. “Great. I guess we have some time on our hands. Any suggestions?” He smirks at me. Mmm you have no idea. I think he has the same thing on his mind as I do on mine judging by the way he keeps his blue eyes following my every move as I stand to walk over to him. Only one way to find out. I lick my upper lip slowly and suggestively. “We can play a game.” I say to him. He stands so he can look down at me and my low-cut top. “What kind of game?” He questions. One of his hands slides around to my lower back: a spot that makes me quiver in the best way. My stomach muscles clench as I grow warm and wet in my panties. “A fun one.” I place my hand on his chest, slightly slick with sweat. “I’m all ears.” He replies and backs up so he is leaning on the door with me pressed against him. I feel his erection starting to build which just makes me even hornier. Biting my lip I reply, “It’s called ‘Are you nervous yet.’ See I am going to move my hand down your body and keep asking you if you are nervous yet. It’s much more fun if you do the same and we take turns. So, you get the rules?” “Yes actually. I have played this before and I’ll let you in on a little secret…” Ian leans in and I can feel his breath on my cheek as he whispers “I never lose.” “Me neither.” I smile smugly at him and start moving my hand. I trail my fingers across his firm chest to his tight abs. “Are you nervous yet?” “Nope, my turn.” Slipping a hand under my shirt, he moves up my belly to my bra ...

... cups. He pulls one down and lightly brushes a thumb over my rapidly hardening nipples. I inhale at the sensation, pushing my breast into his hand wanting more. This teasing is going to be the death of me. “Are you nervous yet?” He asks with a cocky grin after seeing my immediate reaction to his touch. “Hell no.” I reply, barely. My hand continues down to the waistband of his basketball shorts where I stop and look into his eyes. Fierce desire and lust flame through those bright eyes. This is going to be good. I slip my fingers into his shorts and see him swallow hard as my hand closes around his hardening cock. “Are you nervous yet?” I smile innocently at him. “Fuck this.” He replies and turns me so that I am jammed up against the door. His lips crush to mine and I am breathing really fast. I open my mouth to let his tongue in so it can tangle with my own. His hands are all over me, slipping because we are both hot as hell and it isn’t from just the machines. Ian bites my lip while fumbling with my bra from behind. I laugh and reach behind myself to help him. Then, he yanks my sweats down in one graceful swoosh. Before I know it, my legs are thrown over his shoulders, his head is between my thighs, and my back is rising up the door. Shit, he is strong, he just lifted me like I weighed nothing!!! My panties are pink ones with skulls all over them. The dampness between my legs surges on has he nudges my clit with his nose. My hands find his hair because that is all I can hold onto ...