Quidditch Loving

Angelina sighed for the umpteenth time and tugged irritably at the sheets covering her. It was three in the morning during summer vacation and, despite having gone to bed two hours earlier, she was not the least bit tired. Indeed, her mind was anywhere but on sleep; it wandered instead the well-walked pathways of lust.

It was a hot July night. Angelina was spending a week in a massive Bermuda house with the Quidditch team, a vacation they took every year after a hard year of playing. The atmosphere was amazing, the days lazy and long, the nights hot and humid and oozing with scent.

Katie Bell gave a grunt in her sleep and rolled over before smacking her lips and resuming her obnoxious snoring. Angelina rolled her eyes. She loved Katie like a sister, but sometimes she seriously considered asking to be put in another room to sleep; this was unbearable. But, then again, she thought, it was impossible to fall asleep with thoughts of the man in the next room, whose looks and personality burned hotter than any nights could. Thinking about him gave Angelina an unnatural shiver, and she cast her mind back to the evening before - a moment similar to this one. Hot, humid, and laden with the heavy perfume of the night.

She and Alicia had returned home after and early evening at the local club. Angelina had claimed she was too tired and so retired at 10:00, but sleep was the last thing on her mind. She lay in bed, wide awake, her mind racing and her body shivering in anticipation, until Katie entered the room. Angelina faked sleep and listened to Katie undress, put on her pajamas, and slip into bed. Her ears strained for the telltale sounds of sleep, and the second Katie began with her first loud snore, Angelina let out a breath she didn\'t know she\'d been holding. Silently, she slipped out of bed and stood up. She wore a satiny, see-though camisole atop shorts too small to even deserve the name. She grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around herself, just in; they ran over her skin easily and gave her a pleasant tingle all over.

She tiptoed out of the room. Her feet fell lightly on the plush carpet, and her eyes - already adjusted to the darkness - scanned for anyone else. She came upon another door, another bedroom; this one had light beneath it. Taking a deep breath, Angelina bunched the sheets about her and knocked softly on the door. There was a slight rush of activity inside, and then the door opened.

\"Come in,\" a deep voice told her in a gruff whisper.

She needed not to be asked twice. Purposefully, she stepped into the room, shut the door behind her, and looked around. The walls were painted a plain, light shade of green. There was a dresser in one corner, a low bed against the wall. A chair, some clothes - nothing exceptional. Its messy appearance complemented the man inside nicely. He was tall, taller than her, but of slender build - toned rather than exceedingly muscular. He had dark, almost black hair that curled about his eyes and around his ears. His eyes were brown and soulful, his features fine. He moved with the quiet grace of a cat, and everything he did was slow and deliberate and perfectly in control. But fot for long, Angelina thought with a grin.

\"Oliver,\" she said in a low voice, \"care to get started?\"

He smiled languidly at her and, instead of answering, wrapped her in his arms and kissed her hard. His lips were soft and sensuous, and she ran her tongue over them quickly, delighting in their soft texture. His tongue darted into her mouth almost immediately, and she didn\'t complain. He was, she thought, a fantastic kisser. While his tongue probed her mouth, he gently massaged the small of her back, sending shivell oll over her. Dammit, she thought ruefully. It doesn\'t matter how often I do this or how well I know him - he\'ll still make me go weak at the knees.

Oliver placed his hands at her waist and guided her easily towards the bed. He stopped kissing Angelina just long enough to lay her upon the comforter, then ravaged her lips again. His hands ran down her side with the skill of one much experienced with the action. Still his tongue collided with hers, and still he pressed her lips on hers, and still she had shivers. But something was wrong. It was too practiced, too planned. Mechanical. Irritated with the idea, Angelina found herself getting a little annoyed. For fuck\'s sake, she wouldn\'t be just another conquest. She\'d be a memorable one. Managing to pull away from him for a second, she whispered,

\"I have an idea. You feel like mixing it up a little?\"

Oliver was so startled by this question that his hand stopped moving on her, which irritated Angelina even more. Like he\'s the only one making the decisions, she thought. I think it\'s time to teach him a bit of a lesson.

\"Sure,\" Oliver said tentatively. \"How do you mean?\"

Angelina looked around the room quickly; she hadn\'t really planned for this. She mentally thumbed through her mental catalogues of fantasies - an extensive one - and found the perfect scenario. She resisted from smirking. It would be very interesting to see where this went.

\"Sit on the chair,\" she said finally. \"We\'ll start there.\"

Oliver looked apprehensive, but he nonetheless did as she had said and sat down in the chair. It was a straight-backed, light wooden chair without armrests. It was perfect. Angelina looked at him for a moment, sitting there looking unbearably adorable and confused, and wondered for a second what she was getting herself into. Humiliation, she figured, was the worst that could happen. And after all, it hardly outweighed the advantages of the action. There was no turning back now. Standing up from the bed, she straddled him over the chair and sat down easily, and put her hands around his neck.

\"For this to work,\" she said in a sultry voice, \"you\'re going to have to do exactly as I tell you. And if you don\'t…I may not be so nice. Understood?\"

Oliver grinned at her, his eyes dancing.

\"Whatever you say, Angel,\" he said teasingly, and tried to kiss her.

Angelina pushed him away roughly. She was getting tired of this; yes, he had more experience than her and yes, her still drove her mad with desire, but for once she wanted to show him she could be just as sexual and creative - more, even - than he was.

\"No kissing till I say so,\" she said authoritatively. \"And if you try to, I swear to god I will march right back to my room. Don\'t think I won\'t.\"

The smile was gone from his face now, and he looked at her with new levels of apprehension. This was a side of Angelina he had not seen before, and he couldn\'t seem to decide if he was annoyed by it or unbearably aroused. The way she was looking at him, though, he suspected the latter would be true very soon.

\"Put your hands on my thighs,\" Angelina said, guiding them as she talked, \"and leave them there. Whatever you don\'on\'t move them. …Yet.\" She cupped her hands around his neck and leaned in so she was whispering seductively in his ear. \"Start out slow.\" She kissed his temple. \"No tongue,\" his cheek now, \"or I\'ll leave.\" Her mouth fluttered at the very corner of his. \"Just lips. Ready?\"

Oliver murmured a frustrated yes, just so she would kiss him already - she hardly waited a second before complying. As promised, he didn\'t open his mouth, only moved his lips sensually over hers; the result was sensational. There was such an intense awareness of the electricity between them that Angelina felt like she had on their first innocent kiss. Her moist lips rubbed against his, and he moaned pleadingly, close-mouthed. His left hand started to crawl up her leg towards her pussy, and Angelina regretted her next action - but he had to know how it would be between them now. She pulled her lips away and looked at him disapprovingly, though her finger stroked the soft skin below his ear, to take the sting from her words.

\"First warning,\" she said bluntly. \"Don\'t do it again - I don\'t want to leave.\"

Oliver gave her a toothy grin and placed his hand back on her thigh, where it was supposed to be.

\"How many warnings do I get?\" he asked.

Three strikes and you\'re out,\" replied Angelina, smiling. \"I think…I think you can use a bit of tongue now. But go easy. It\'s so much better that way.\"


Oliver hardly waited for her to finish her sentence before pushing his head back towards hers. The lips-only kissing had made him so desirous for more, he could not even believe it. All he wanted to do was fuck this woman, here, now, but her new relentlessly teasing attitude made him reluctant to use his usual tricks. He\'d just have to wait it out…and hope he survived the night.

As they kissed again, Angelina\'s hands wandered down from his ears to the collar of his button-down shirt. Smiling a bit against him, her fingers found the first button and undid it. They drifted down to the second, and the third, and the next after that, undoing each with deft skill and speed. By the time she had reached the bottom of his shirt, Oliver was panting with anticipation, and his kisses had grown rougher. He was used to domination his sexual sessions, and this new vixen-like attitude surprised and aroused him, especially coming from demure Angelina. He kept his hands diligently on her thighs, but wondered vaguely how long her could keep them there. Already the warmth from her cunt drew his attention consistently, and he wondered when he could touch her and please her…

Ooooh, god. Angelina\'s skilled hands danced down the side of his shirt, teasing and exploring. Her fingers spread out wide across the breadth of his chest and pulled erotically at his flesh. They found his nipples and rubbed them gently, making him groan in her mouth. Her hands went lower, dowe sie side of his abdomen, and lower, to the hem of his shorts…She traced them with her fingers until they reached the belt buckle. Smiling a bit, she toyed with the clasp until it came undone, then yanked out the length of the belt in one swift motion. She moved her lips from his mouth and dragged them instead across his chest, licking and kissing and driving him completely mad. His erection strained against his pants now, and his hands pressed down hard on her thighs, making white marks on her skin. He dared not move them, for fear she would stop, but want he felt was nearly too much.

Then, abruptly, Angelina stopped. She brought her face close too his, so close he thought she would kiss him again. Instead, she whispered to him in a breathy voice.

\"How much can you lift?\" she panted.

\"Excuse me?\" Oliver asked, confused. He wanted her to keep going, dammit, not ask him completely irrelevant questions.

\"D\'you think - \" she hesitated, biting her lower lip - \"D\'you think you could hold me against that wall?\"

Oliver stared at her, aghast. He was tempted to ask her what the hell had possessed her to be so so exceedingly sexual, and where she had gotten so fucking good at it. Instead, he nodded silently. She gave him a wicked grin and removed his hands from her thighs, standing up awkwardly and shaking out her legs. Oliver noticed with a great deal of satisfaction that the delicate bottoms of her pajamas were indeed very, very wet. This was bound to be fun.

Angelina walked to the available wall space and turned around so her shoulders were pressed against it. The wall was cool in comparison to her body, for which she was grateful - although she had no doubt it would get much hotter very soon. Oliver approached her easily and stood mere inches away, a bit hesitant for the first time since they had begun this under-the-sheets loving. He wasn\'t sure if the whole \"don\'t move, don\'t talk\" thing applied anymore, but she looked so fucking hot standing there that he could have shagged her brains out right then.

\"This time,\" Angelina said slowly, trailing her hands against the wall, \"you\'re in control. But I have one more request.\"

\"Name it,\" said Oliver, though he was not really listening; rather contemplating what sort of things he would do to her body next.

\"Be aggressive,\" she whispered huskily. \"Be aggressive, and rough, and make me scream in fucking ecstasy. I\'m not a porcelain doll - I won\'t break. For the love of god, I want you to dominate me.\"

Oliver needed no more urging. He clasped her hands in his and put them up against the wall, above her head, so that she was trapped beneath him. His tongue was rough this time, almost angry, as though her teasing had been too much and he was fighting back. He smothered her body in hers, so that she moaned in his mouth and hooked one leoundound his back. The simple movement fueled his passion even more. Letting go of one of her hands, he put it on her shoulder and tugged at the strap of her tank top.

\"Think you could take this off?\" he mumbled into her.

Angelina grinned at him, then put on her most innocent look.

\"Make me,\" she said.

Oliver growled and took his other hand away from hers, this time using both to grasp the front of her shirt and pulled off the garment in one easy motion. It m hav have ripped - he neither knew nor cared. He kissed her again, hard, while his hand went to her tits. He was rough with her, not gentle and tentative like he usually was. His thumb flicked her nipple until it was hard, and then he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and twisted. Angelina moaned louder in his mouth this time, a moan of ecstasy that was noticeably tinted with pain. But Oliver took her to her word. If she wants me to stop, he thought, then she\'ll let me know. He massaged her breasts hard now, loving the fleshy feel between his fingers. His other hand ran over her abdomen, pressing her even harder against the wall, while hers dug into his back.

Oliver placed his both his hands lower now, so that he grasped her ass. Grunting, he lifted her up and used the wall as support. Valerie groaned encouragement again and hooked her other leg around him now. She could feel his cock pressing into her shorts and underwear, feel the huge emptiness that was growing inside her and the intense desire to have him. She kissed him frantically now, her hands grappling over his back, her pelvis thrusting unconsciously into hisiveriver growled at her and pinched her butt so that she made a disdained sort of noise in his mouth. He was amused by this, and so her did it again, pinching her harder this time, using his other hand to grab her. She snarled, frustrated, but this only made him more amused. His hand movrom rom her ass cheek to her pussy, and pressed against it through her underwear. Much to his satisfaction, she groaned and tried to thrust his fingers into her. Loving the way she was responding, Oliver moved his hand back to her ass to taunt her some more. He pulled away from her mouth for a second.

\"Hook your legs around my waist tighter,\" he muttered.

She complied, and he pressed her harder against the wall, to the point where he wondered if she could still breathe. He unbuttoned his shorts quickly and let them drop to the ground, sot hit his hard cock pressed beneath Angelina\'s opening now.

\"Holy fuck,\" she gasped.

\"You want it?\" he whispered. His voice trembled only a little from the strain. He wanted to be inside her just as much as she wanted him.

\"God, yes,\" Angelina murmured.

\"Say it,\" Oliver replied, and put his hands on her ass again. They moved to her pussy and his thumb rubbed her clit in small circles. \"Say you want it.\"

\"I do.\"

\"You do what?\" he asked roughly, pinching her ass again. She groaned.

\"I do want it.\"

\"Want what, goddammit?\" he snarled, and this time pressed his finger hard against her underwear.

\"WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!\" she shouted.

Oliver pulled her underwear out of the way and complied, thrusting into her all the way to the hilt. He banged her hard, pushing in and out and making her hit the wall painfully each time. She panted and dug her nails into his back again, her head down on his shoulder, biting him hard. His cock pounded into her tirelessly, filling every ounce of her pussy and making her feel ecstatic. It was so rough, so hard, and his dick felt so good inside her. She felt herself beginning orgasm. She bit into his shoulder instead of screaming, but he wouldn\'t have it that way; fuck anyone who would hear them.

\"Scream my name, bitch,\" he panted. \"Tell me how much a whore like you wants it. Tell me what you think about my cock in your pussy, tell me how much you want it. Say it!\"

\"God, Oliver,\" she moaned loudly, panting louder than he had been. \"God, that feels so good. I want it. I want you to pound me with your hard cock, I want you to come in me - God, Oliver, Oliver!\" Her panting increased, and his thrusts became faster. \"Fuck me harder! Shove your big dick all up my cunt, fuck mke tke the whore I am, fuck me. Fuck me hard against the wall! I love your huge cock in my tight little pussy; I want you to come in me! GOD, OLIVER!\"

The last came out as a scream at the top of her lungs as she orgasmed around his dick. Her pussy walls tightened and fluctuated, creating an incredible feeling that Oliver couldn\'t take anymore. Grunting, he thrust into her twice more before coming to his own climax.

\"That\'s right, you little whore,\" he panted in her ear when they had both collapsed to the group, spent. \"That\'s what I like tor.\"r.\"