Page 10 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
Instead I feel full in a very, very good way. And I’m in control. The way I like it.
And by the way Bodie’s eyes focus on my ta-tas once more, I’d say he likes it too.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I fuck him. There really isn’t any other word for it. Up, down, up, down.
Bodie’s fingers pinch my nipples, grab my ass, rub my clit. While I fuck him he’s doing ALL the things.
Damn it’s good. So good.
My eyes roll back in my head, the pleasure about to erupt between us.
Vance
“Rose? Rose, are you up there?”
Both of our eyes fly to the bedroom door. Her seated position has my dick rubbing the front wall of her vagina, which clenches in surprise from the interruption.
“It’s the wedding planner,” Rose whispers, not looking all that concerned.
I would’ve thought the panic at being caught breaking and entering into someone’s house to have sex would make me soft, but with Rose clenching down around me, plus her grabbing her own breasts, the weight of them spilling out the sides of her hands, I’m pushed over the edge.
I tense, all my muscles flexing as I buck beneath her. Her knowing smirk as she pinches her nipples only elongates my orgasm.
“Rose?” The voice gets closer.
Covering my mouth with her hand as my dick twitches inside of her, Rose calls out toward the locked door, “Yeah, I’m here. What’s up?”
“Oh thank God.” From the echo in her voice it sounds like she’s on the stairs in the foyer. “It’s time for the toasts.” The clack of heels tells me she’s on the landing.
A drop of sweat beads at my temple.
“Okay, no worries.” Rose scratches her nose. “I’ll be right down.”
“Great.” More clacking, only this time the noise fades.
Rose gets up, my well-used dick sliding out of her.
“And, uh, could you get Trish too?” The wedding planner’s voice echoes around the foyer. “She’s, ah, in the trailer with Ian.”
“Probably getting to finish what I didn’t,” Rose mutters, standing and snagging her bra from the bed. “Yeah, I’ll take care of it,” she yells.
My brain fires past the panic, thinking back play-by-play of what just happened. Embarrassment overcomes fear of being caught.
Rose didn’t orgasm.
“I—”
“Well, old man.” Rose snaps her bra clasp in front of her then spins it around her body, looping her arms in the straps. “It’s toast time.” She pulls it up, her boobs settling in the cups. “Time to go.”
Worried the wedding planner is still in the house, I lift my hips, sliding up my pants that I never fully took off. “Isn’t she worried about what you’re doing in here?” Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I sit, cringing when the used condom hits my leg.
“Nah. I’m planning on sleeping here tonight, so it’s not too out of the ordinary for me to be here.” She steps into her dress, pulling it up.
I pause in standing. “And you didn’t think to tell me thatbeforewe got here?”
Her dimple pops. “Nah, it was fun letting you think we were breaking the law.” Her dress flares out as she turns and walks to what I suspect is the en suite bathroom. She comes back out dressed and looking none the worse for wear, except maybe her hair is wilder than before, and tosses a tissue box on the bed. “Here.” She gestures to my crotch. “You can’t go back to the wedding like that.”
I glance down at the wet stain on my dress slacks. “Shit.”
