Page 97 of Stumped

I nod, twirling so my dress flares up a little and he whistles. Handing him his phone, I kiss his cheek and whisper, “No nudes, but something so much better.”

All my yearsin Chennai and I’ve never been to Chepauk. I’ve driven past it, cursed the team during the past ICL seasons for causing traffic chaos. Never inside. And tonight, like every other night I’ve seen it on television, it’s packed to the brim. Judging by the number of pink jerseys, everyone’s supporting Rajasthan. It isn’t a surprise considering Chennai fanshatethe Mumbai Legends.

The disguised professional athletes with me join forces with the crowd by chanting loudly. But at least they look happy.

When the match starts, I get into it too. It’s a whole new kind of experience sitting in the stands with the fans instead of watching it on a screen. The floor and seats vibrate constantly and I can feel the excitement in my chest. And seeing Elias in this setting is quite something.

So when the sixth over ends, I show him the app on his phone.

“Ten different levels, move your finger over the screen and the colours change to show you the intensity.”

“It’sinsideyou?” he whispers and at my nod, drags his thumb in an upward curve and I jump as the vibrator pulses. I grab the arms of my seat and breathe slowly, because any sudden movements will alert everyone to what’s happening. It’s been on the lowest setting since we left, providing gentle stimulation. Now that Elias is in control, I’m screwed. I exhale softly as he moves his finger back to the centre and side to side, the toy mimicking the action with high and low throbs. I squeeze my thighs together and shift in the very uncomfortable seat.

At one point, when the Strikers hit a really high boundary shot, the vibrator practically jumps inside me and I grind my teeth to steady myself. I now realise my mistake, because letting him do thiswhilewatching a match is a recipe for disaster. But it feels so fucking good I don’t care. Despite how much I want to be standing and cheering, every attempt to stand is thwarted by vibrations.

“What do youneed, peaches?” he whispers in my ear as he hits the highest intensity level.

My head falls back and I’m glad nobody’s sitting behind us, because as the stadium cheers, I release a filthy moan. I drop my hand from the arm of my seat to Elias’s thigh and squeeze as the vibrator pulses.

“Slow,” I mumble, digging my nails into his leg and he lowers the intensity. I’m panting by the time everyone is sitting down again, my thighs shaking from how close to the edge I am.

“Want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.” I blink through the haze of lust and whisper, “A slow fuck.”

His thumb moves up and down, like his cock would inside me. “Like that?”

I hum and lick my lips, the sounds of the stadium muffled as the orgasm crests. The flexible outside portion of the toy rubs against my clit with enough friction to tip me over the edge. I gasp when the vibration increases gradually, every throb a little harder than the last.

“Come for me, Vera. And I promise to fuck you like this all night.”

Pressing my chin to my chest, I breathe through the way my pussy flutters. Gripping the edges of my seat, I squeeze my thighs as the orgasm rocks through me. My vision goes fuzzy at the edges, my knees pressed together as tight as possible. I feel his hand slide under my hair and around my neck, clutching gently as I breathe.

Everything else suddenly comes back into focus and I blink as I look onto the field and realise the Strikers finished batting and the Legends are up to bat. My pussy is still pulsing and I’m so turned on and messy, I can’t think straight.

“Take me home,” I whisper and he nods, swiping out of the app to call Kuriakose. We don’t make excuses for why we’re leaving and push through the crowds to get outside.

Elias rips off his disguise, easier this time thanks to all the sweating, as soon as we’re in the car, his mouth on mine and a hand slides under my dress. I moan into the kiss as I spread my legs and he tugs my underwear aside and gently toys with the vibrator. One minute his tongue is twisting with mine and the next, a keening sound I’ve never made before escapes my lips as he pulls the vibrator out of me.

“Jesus, Vera,” he growls, staring at the wet purple toy in his hand. “It’s soaked.”

“You did that.”

“Why have we never done that before?”

I laugh and pull his mouth back to mine as Kuriakose announces we’ve arrived. We take the stairs up to my flatand before I have the door closed, I’m pressed up against the wall. He’s pushing my dress up and tugging off my drenched underwear while dropping to his knees.

“No, come back,” I whine.

“I need a taste first.”

His mouth is on me, tongue lapping up my arousal as I spread my legs to give him better access. He moans against my pussy, licking and sucking on my sensitive flesh and all I want is for him to fuck me.

“Elias,please.”

He stands and I’m ripping off my dress while he’s taking off his clothes. Half-dressed, we collide, mouths connecting and hands reaching for every bit of available skin. I’m so turned on, slight contact would be enough to make me come again. In all our fumbling and moving, we bump into a wall and I yank him roughly against me.

“Right here, I don’t need a bed, justfuck me,” I growl.

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