slut - Alexia Putellas

60.

good evening.

last one. you've been warned already. 🔞

enjoy ☕️✍🏼

Hours later, the luxury hotel hallway was bathed in dim, ambient light as they made their way back, their footsteps echoing in the night.

Navigating the long corridor on the hotel's top floor, Alexia's grip on Erin's hand was firm and possessive, urgent almost, as if she couldn't wait to be alone with her.

To finally be alone with her.

The therapist, wearing heels, chuckled softly, the sound blending with the click of her steps against the polished floor.

"You're aware I'm in heels, right?" Erin giggled lightly, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor.

Her question hung in the air, unanswered by Alexia, who remained focused on the door at the very end of the hallway, and the golden key card clutched in her other hand.

The journey down the hall felt interminable, akin to the ceremony itself, the photoshoots, the meet-and-greets, the interviews, the taxi queues, and the ride back to the hotel.

Everything seemed to stretch out longer than she would have preferred.

Finally, as the key card swiped and the green light flickered on the lock, a wave of relief washed over them both.

The front door swung open with a quiet creak, only to shut swiftly behind them, Erin's slender form pressed against the rich mahogany wood, the Ballon D'Or winner pinning her there.

Well, two time Ballon D'Or winner.

"About damn time," Alexia husked, her voice heavy with pent-up desire and a touch of urgency. "I've been craving you all night."

Warm hands roamed eagerly over the therapist's sides, fingertips grazing the hem of her blazer, urging it off, while Alexia's lips and teeth found the sensitive skin of Erin's throat, eliciting a soft moan.

"Off. I need that off," she husked.

The blonde chuckled softly, pinned up against the mahogany door as the blazer slid down her arms, discarded with haste.

Yes. Haste.

"Let me just... put that trophy down," Erin managed between breaths, summoning enough strength to lean over and place the Ballon D'Or trophy on the small table by the door, the golden ball momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment.

"Dress," Alexia panted, her husky voice urgent as she struggled with the button of Erin's pants. "Help me with that dress, mi niña."

The blonde could only nod, her breath hitching as the captain's teeth and lips traced a path along her throat and collarbone, sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps in their wake.

Alexia's touch crackled with electricity.

The sensation of her touch, her hands, her lips, her everything, it all felt overwhelming, possessing a magnetic pull that almost felt addictive.

The power that woman held.

"I can't stand the attention. The cameras. The people," Alexia husked, her breath hot against Erin's skin as she reached to lock the door, ensuring their privacy. "All I want is you. Right here with me. My girl."

Her voice was husky, filled with desire and urgency, each word brushing against Erin's skin like a gentle, though eager, caress.

As the lock clicked shut, the button of her pants surrendered with a soft pop, the black fabric gliding down her slender legs. Trapped between the door and Alexia's strong body, Erin was now in nothing but a simple black top, and a small piece of clothing hiding her eager anticipation.