Page 79 of Coast to Coast

“That’s a yes, baby?” He asked, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my earlobe.

I took a quick look around. Our private room had access to a private bathroom, but that wouldn’t be so private with most of the team here. Nope, it definitely wouldn’t work.

“Whelp, since that bathroom won’t work for me to prove that point, I think we need to settle for grinding on the dance floor. That work for you?” I asked.

Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the club, where we were pressed between wall-to-wall bodies. I quickly glanced at Cooper and Jackson with a tall, leggy blond sandwiched between them.

“Interesting,” I said loud enough for only Tom to hear me and gave a nod to his teammates.

“That’s a thing for them,” he said with a shrug. “Lexi has been around since the summer.”

“Like a throuple? Why doesn’t she join the WAGs?”

“Team management isn’t exactly ready for it. It’s a public relations nightmare; people have very specific ideas of what constitutes a family, but that’s not it.”

And then Jackson and Cooper kissed before taking turns with Lexi, and my mind went there. I mean, I’m open to everything, curious as fuck, and fully understand the need forprivacy, but I wanted to be a fly on the wall in their bedroom. But I also wanted Lexi to know she was welcome with me.

“Woah, are you getting turned on by my teammates? Is that something you fantasized about?” Tom asked, pulling me close as we moved in time to the music. He gave my ear a little nibble, scraping his stubble along my cheek, causing me to imagine that same stubble marking the inside of my thighs.

“Not something I’d ever want to act out with live humans, but I’d be curious about trying a little double penetration with some toys.”

At that, I felt his cock twitch against my stomach. “I can have your ass, right?” He questioned. My hand rested on his hip, and a quick look around told me that we were well concealed. My hand slipped down so I could grip his cock through his dress pants. His hiss was all I needed to hear.

“Babe, you can have all of me,” I answered.

I had barely finished answering him when he dragged me back to the private room, which was empty except for our coats and bags. The first bathroom door was locked, interesting, but once Tom slammed us into the room and the door closed and locked behind us, Tom had my black, vegan leather skirt up around my waist and my bare ass exposed.

“Where are your panties,” he demanded as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out of his briefs.

I met his eyes in the mirror, “They were too damp. They’re in my purse.”

Tom positioned me over the sink, spreading my legs and groaning as his finger slid from my clit, finding me wet and wanting. “What were you thinking about that got you all worked up like this, baby?”

“All of it, Tom. I remembered last night and thought about how good we are together.”

He lined his cock up with my entrance, and without warning, he slammed into me. “Did you think about me taking you hard and fast in the bathroom?” He asked, pulling back before slamming into me.

A groan tore out of me, his hands holding me still and preventing me from being able to control the pace. As he slowly reared back and slammed into me again, fucking me slow and hard. My low-cut, loose silk blouse had slipped down, my breasts mostly exposed. Yup, my bra was also gone. As in, I took it off after the game, leaving only a set of stick-on pasties, which I promptly removed so I could feel the fabric of my shirt glide against my sensitive nipples as his hips drove into me.

Nope, we weren’t quiet. But fuck if some groans on the other side of the wall didn’t join us. His eyes wandered, and he took in the glorious view of our fucking, to my tits as they moved in time to his thrusts and my poor attempt to keep quiet by biting my lower lip. I worried that the crescent shape of my top teeth would permanently mark my lip, giving us away.

The pressure built, his long fingers finding my clit and moving into a rhythm that made my knees buckle.

“Mhmm, Tom. Right there. Please, don’t stop,” I begged and pressed my hips back to meet his thrusts.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” He asked, circling my clit faster with one hand, holding me up with the other.

“Mhmm, mhm. Yeah,” I struggled to make any intelligible sounds as he drove me over the edge, a scream tearing through me as his hand pressed against my mouth, trying to quiet me down just before he finished, collapsing on my back.

Our bathroom neighbors had also grown quiet, but as Tom pulled out, the clapping began. I thought it was Andre who shouted for an encore as I buried my mortified face in Tom’s shoulder.

He handed me some tissue, helping me to clean up the mess we’d made.

“I think I’m going to need to put the damp panties back on,” I said, reaching for my purse.

“As much as I love the idea of me marking you, I don’t think we want the evidence of what we just did dripping down your leg all night.”

I slid my panties back on, wincing a bit at the soreness after sex with Tom. Tonight, we went harder than usual, and his size matters.

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