slut - Alexia Putellas

27.

no words from my side tonight.

grab a coffee. close the door. enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

Slut.

Slut.

Erin's pulse quickened at the endearment, a thrill of lust and pure bliss suddenly shooting through her system.

"Oh, I'm not," the blonde chuckled quietly to herself as she leaned in, her naughty laughter vibrating against the sensitive skin at the back of Alexia's neck. "But you are."

Erin's desire surged as she pushed against the captain's athletic form, pressing her body forward and onto the counter, the cool surface contrasting with the heat of Alexia's bare front.

The captain's breath caught in surprise as she felt one cold palm firmly pinning her hand down, slender fingers gripping her wrist tightly. Tension coiled in her body as delicate lips traced along the nape of her neck, before venturing down to the tiny pieces of art adorning Alexia's athletic back.

Unable to help herself, the Ballon D'Or winner gasped at the sensation, her body quivering beneath the blonde's touch.

The sudden boost of confidence Erin seemed to experience had the captain shudder. It was unexpected, unlike anything she'd ever encountered before.

It was hot.

So hot.

"Only a slut would be wet without being touched," Erin murmured, her breath hot against the captain's muscular back as she trailed her lips down Alexia's spine, teeth grazing the smooth skin between her shoulder blades as she worked her way downward.

"I'm... not," the Ballon D'Or winner gasped softly at the sensation, her body trembling beneath the therapist's touch.

Running her other hand down from the back of Alexia's neck, tracing the curve of her spine, Erin allowed her fingers to linger at the hem of the athlete's slip - a delicate, laced thong barely concealing anything from the blonde's gaze.

"So me just being near you didn't make you wet, hm?"

Erin's question lingered as she trailed her ice cold fingertips along the edge of Alexia's thong, tracing the pitch black fabric at a dangerously slow pace, before delivering a less gentle smack to her perfect behind.

"Use your words."

Alexia swallowed, leaning forward and subtly angling herself against the counter just to give Erin easier access, yielding to the blonde without restraint.

"Take me," she pleaded, her breath catching in her throat as a cold palm swept over her buttock, followed by two slender fingertips deftly pushing her underwear aside to delve into the soaking wet heat between Alexia's thighs.

"Seems like my words got you soaked, hm?" the blonde smirked, gathering some of the slickness and spreading it all over Alexia's cunt, before slowly withdrawing her fingers.

The Ballon D'Or winner couldn't answer.

She couldn't.

Overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events and the alcohol coursing through her veins, she felt far from sober and capable of matching Erin's dominance at this point.

And she couldn't help it.

Alexia couldn't help the way her tender lips involuntarily parted at the feeling of two ice cold digits, slick with her own arousal, pressed against them, seeking entry.

"Taste yourself, just like you made me, slut."

And Alexia complied, eagerly accepting the blonde's fingers, her breath hitching as she tasted her own essence.