Chapter 23

Richie woke to find a little bit of a thing tucked into him. Memories of the night before rushed back leaving a smile in its wake. He settled more comfortably around her groaning when she snuggled her tight little ass up against him. Mother Nature decided the beer needed a release valve and she was not helping.

Elena wriggled back against the heat, the rest of her chilled to the point of uncomfortable. She was still in sleep mode, but her body craved warmth. Instead of covers, she found arms and wide hands curling around her. The heat flowed around her shifting into dreams of a gorgeous dark man and summer beach days.

Smooth, soft skin invited him to stay in bed and he was more than happy to, unfortunately his bladder wasn’t so accommodating. He enjoyed a good bedmate, and for the most part he didn't mind a sleepover, but it was a rare thing for him to actually want to stay in the bed once he'd finished with them. He wanted to see if her sleeping form was soft everywhere but a few baser needs just wouldn't shut up. He sighed and gently rolled from the bed, stepping over their scattered clothes as he quietly opened the door.

The living room was ablaze with light and he quickly stepped back in the room. "Shit," he whispered. Damn, Jonny and Kate must've finally hit it off. He grabbed a pair of sweats out of his dresser and looked over his shoulder. Elena was still a lump in the center of his bed, sound asleep. Slipping back out, he headed for the bathroom off the kitchen and took care of business.

Not sure if he needed to be quiet or to avert his eyes he peeked into the living room and didn't see anyone. "Idiots probably stumbled to bed leaving the lights blazing," he said and poured himself a large glass of water. "And damn, I sound like my dad," he said to himself with a chuckle.

He wandered into the living room to turn off the lamp and froze. Jonny was sprawled on his back with his hand curled around the redhead who was equally passed out. Both of them were missing various articles of clothing, but it was pretty obvious that they hadn't managed to do the deed. Swallowing the laugh that threatened, he high-tailed it back into his room.

Not taking the time to be quiet this time he bounced on the bed. "Oh man, wake up babe," he said with a little too much excitement.

For the briefest instant Elena wondered if the college was experiencing the first earthquake the east coast had experienced in hundreds of years. Her bed was rocking and rolling and she grabbed tight to the sheets praying she could stay on the bed. She opened her eyes slowly, only to realize that, one she wasn't in her dorm room and two, there was a hulking, big ass gorgeous man smirking down at her. As her mind finally came to consciousness the nights events rushed in and she grinned.

Stretching like a cat she shivered as her eyes traveled from his legs up to the smooth planes of his chest and finally to his eyes. She was pretty sure the shiver wasn't entirely from all the cold in the room either. "Damn you do like a cool room don’tcha? What's got you all enthused, big guy?"

He flipped on the light next to his bed and winced at the harsh light. "Sorry," he said and swallowed his tongue as the black spots dissolved. Her little self was tangled in his sheets with one lightly tanned thigh completely bare from knee to the line of her hip. Again, he couldn't stop himself from looking for tan lines and getting hard again at the fact that she just didn't have any.

"I uh..." he started lamely. She sat up and the sheet slid down until the curve of her breast barely hung onto his pale white sheet. He couldn't stop himself from leaning in and nosing it down, capturing the tip into his mouth and rolling his tongue around the cool nipple.

Her hand tangled in his hair, her lips dropping to place a kiss at his nape. "Mmmm I think I like how you wake up Pony."

He looked up and smiled as he dragged his teeth over the tight flesh. "I had a reason for racing back in here, but I think that can wait."

Her hands slid lower to trace his broad shoulders, her body reclining back slowly. "Tell me more. Better yet, big guy, show me."

He tugged the sheet away and ran his nose around the full, underside of her breast, nipping gently. "You like talk, Elena?" he said with a wide grin as he moved lower, pushing his hand underneath her to pull her up against his chest. God, he could practically span her entire back with one hand, he thought absently.

"Oh yeah, I love talk.” She slid her hands lower to his chest, her palms lightly rubbing over the patches of fur. A devilish glint shone in her eyes as she pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Lots to be said about action though." Her fingers slid slowly from nipple to nipple, pinching lightly before roaming away to lightly rake over his sides. Grinning up at him, she lightly licked away the pain with gentle kisses.

His pulse hammered in his head in time with his dick. Christ, she was a hot little thing. She seemed a little more at ease with him now that the first round was out of the way. He pulled her up against him, smoothing his hand down her back, over the perfect swell of her ass until she sat up and straddled him. "I'm all about the action, baby." He slid the head of his cock along her hood and groaned when found her slick and ready for him. He wanted to slide in and to just take, but he held back instead, cupping her ass and rubbing her against him slowly.

Her hands skimmed forward to hold onto his shoulders as her hips arched forward then away, only to slide forward again. The friction shot pleasure into every corner of her as rubbed herself along his steel length. Her nails dug into his shoulders then biceps while a moan escaped.

He leaned up and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as he wanted to do with his cock. God, he was granite hard for her. When her fingernails dug in, he held onto all of his willpower not to just fuck her blind. Instead he sucked on her tongue and moved his hands up the fragile ribcage until he could flick his thumbs over her stiff nipples.

She gasped as his hands set fire to her nerve endings. Her tongue playing about his in a dance as old as time as her hands continued to roam the muscles along his chest before gripping his hips. She wanted, no she NEEDED to feel all of him inside of her. The wait was turning her gasps into full fledged moans that begged a response.

His hands slid back down to her waist and lifted her up against him. Seeking entrance she opened for him until he groaned long and low. God, she felt good. He slowly lowered her until he was completely sheathed inside of her. A trail of sweat chased down his chest as he made sure to be careful with her.

She groaned as he, yet again, left the stroke smooth and controlled. "Dammit Pony, I won't break."

His fingers gripped her roughly. He wanted to just let go, but all his instincts told him to take care. She was so incredibly tiny. He was big, not just what lay between his thighs, but he was...just so much bigger than her. His eyes locked with hers and he saw the heat and the want that mirrored his own. He growled and arched up, her hips tipping down to take him all.

"Yes, Pony, that’s right." Her voice full of longing and need, "Let go baby, let go."

He felt her grind against him, the slim bones curving around him, taking him inside of her. The flash of heat was so bright inside of him that he couldn't hold back. He rolled her onto her back and slammed inside of her. He lifted her thigh up against his hip and drilled her into the bed.

She rose to meet him, as her free leg went up to wrap around his waist, her hands splaying over his shoulders before raking carelessly along his back, her moans turning to soft mewling screams as she met each thrust with an answering push upwards.

With teeth, tongue and lips he tasted anything he could get near. The quick flash of breast, her slim shoulder, the ticklish line of her neck and ear, all of it was fair game. He couldn't get enough of her. Sweat pooled between them as their scents mingled in the air until he was high on her. He held onto her thigh as she locked her ankles around his waist letting him plunge deeper, aching to become part of her, to stamp himself on her.

Her head tilted up, as her teeth grasped hold of his rock hard nipple, her hands urgently grasping his ass. She couldn’t get enough. She was full and he was deep and it was driving her insane. The ecstasy propelled her into the heavens as her lips slid across his sweat soaked chest, her tongue flicking to taste his salt, before latching onto the next nipple.

"Fuck," Richie said roughly as she squeezed around him. He pushed himself into her again and felt nothing but woman and those incredible muscles that made sane men crazy and crazy men sane. He was inching toward insane as he buried himself deeper until there was nothing but her and him.

The room and time melted away as she took him again and again. His arms shook as he loomed over her, raking his teeth down her throat and over to her shoulder as he plunged deeper.

She mewled his name, her fingers digging into his ass as she tightened around his steel hard length, her voice breathy with need. "Harder Pony, take me higher."

His tongue bathed the long line of her neck as he did as he was told. He mentally apologized to her for the bruises he'd leave as he leaned back and let go. And as her knees gripped him he arched his back at the pleasure of it, the pleasure of her and surrendered to it.

He hissed as the silk waterfall of her hair teased his arms, curling around his wrists, adding one more layer to his already overloaded system. He pushed himself to hold on, but the tiny threads of dignity were lost as--he swore darkly when she viced around him.

Somewhere deep inside she smiled as she plunged down again and instinctively tightened against his hardness. Her lips searched for and found his as her tongue begged entrance yet again to the warm recesses of his mouth.

He curled his arms around her and jerked against her, letting her milk him dry.

She shuddered and screamed his name, her entire body on overload as she felt herself splinter under him. Unable to move, not wanting to be separated from him, she closed herself all around him.

Weak with the aftermath, he slumped on top of her. He heaved in a breath and laughed. "Well shit, girl...I think you just tried to kill me."

A flippant curve of her lips nuzzled against his neck. "Did it work?"