Page 21 of 4th and Goal
“Everyone knows?” He grins and I start laughing. “Everyone BUT Phia?” He nods confidently. “She’s gonna have your balls.”
“I’m not worried. She handles my balls like a pro.”
“Jesus.” I scrub a hand over my face as I laugh with him.
“I’m asking you to come to my wedding, Brody.” He lays it out for me, and there is no reason on earth to argue. I want to be there for him, for both of them, a witness to the power of love. I know a little something about it myself.
“Then I’ll be there.”
“Good. And bring your pretty girlfriend along. But don’t get any ideas, I’m the one getting married.”
“Groomzilla.” He laughs as he walks out of my office. His foot has barely cleared the threshold when he leans back in with a shit-eating grin.
“And I think Ty is going to propose to Edee.”
“Bunch of whipped romantics, the lot of you!”
Prib points at me, wiggling his finger around accusatorily. “You’re one of us too.”
I think about my stubborn baby girl and nod. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Lilly 17.
“Careful, baby girl, these pretty nipples might cut that glass.” Brody teases, his voice laced with filthy promise and a touch of humor. I don’t care though, so long as he keeps pounding me from behind. My back arches as he runs his hands up and down my naked body, threading my peaked nipples between his fingers. “Look at you, showing off your body, letting everyone see why I’m always so fucking hard for you. I just have to smell your perfume and I’m ready to go, Lils. Do you think anyone is looking up at us? Do you think someone out there is getting off on watching as I take you?”
I didn’t think I was an exhibitionist, but I’m finding out so much about myself since Brody and I started dating. We’ll add “people watching me get railed” to my ever-growing kink list. However, the likelihood of anyone seeing us is thin. We’re on the 27thfloor of the Venetian, but my body doesn’t care about probabilities, my entire focus is centered on where our bodies touch, our souls connecting via his impressive and enthusiastic magical dicking.
“Touch your clit, baby. I’m gonna cum, I need you to get there first.” He continues to torture my sensitive nipples, while I find my clit with my right hand, hissing when I start to circle it with two fingers. Brody loses his rhythm for a second when my pussy snaps tight around him. Seconds later, I’m cumming and it’s absolute euphoria. The lights of Las Vegas fade in and outof focus, my body trembling with the force of my climax. Brody grunts and I know he’s seconds from his own finish, so I use my ass to push him back, spin around and drop to my knees. I pump him with one hand, fondle his heavy balls with the other, and open my mouth with my tongue extended to catch his release. I’m feeling extra naughty, the Las Vegas effect, I guess, because I have never sucked him off after he’s been inside me. His cum coats my tongue, my cheeks, and my heaving tits. When he slumps against the glass wall of windows that overlook the strip, I use my tongue and mouth to clean his cock. I’m breathing heavy as I sit back on my heels and grin up at him. Arms against the glass, he looks down at me with a soft smile, his eyes dark but happy.
“New kink unlocked?” he asks hoarsely, making me chuckle.
“Probably not. I don’t think I like tasting myself too much.” He’s still smiling but I see a flash of disappointment. He’d never push for anything I’m not comfortable with, so I want to give him something. “Why don’t we file it under ‘Vacation sex’ and revisit it on our next trip?”
“I love you.” Brody bends down to help me stand up, bringing me into his arms and holding me tight, both of us just breathing the other in and relishing our time together. My face is starting to itch though. He holds my hand, leading me through the suite to the bedroom.
This whole trip has been epic. We won the Rose Bowl. Phia and Crue got married and the wedding was beautiful. After the wedding, we got to see Ty propose to Edee, with Lyndell’s help. It was heartwarming to witness, and I am honored to be included in such life-changing events for both couples. We’ve spent the trip surrounded by friends and chosen family. So much has changed this season, and growth is rarely painless, but thinking of all the happy couples we’ve become so close toover the last several months, I know that change and growth is positive.
Brody stops next to the stands that hold our open suitcases side by side. I wait for him to grab something for the shower, but he just stands there. I move a little closer and find him glaring at the two suitcases. I tug on his hand, and he blinks several times, like coming out of a stupor.
“We should live together.” Random thoughts for $100, Alex.
“Ok,” I respond easily.
“I don’t like that we live separately. One suitcase, one house, your things and my things together,ourthings.”
“Brody,” I chuckle. “I said ok.”
His head turns and his eyes dart to mine in surprise. “Oh. Good.” He bites the inside of his cheek, which he does when he’s thinking. “I don’t think either of our places is big enough, so do we rent a bigger apartment, buy a house—”
I tug my hand free, and plant both fists on my bare hips. “I ain’t buying a house with you until we share a last name.” He grunts as his eyes narrow, as if I’ve offended him.
“I made a promise that I would not propose to you on this trip.”
I cock an eyebrow in challenge, my heart happy even while I work up a good mad. “Oh, you did?”
“Yes,” he grits through clenched teeth. I stifle the urge to laugh at how upset he is that he can’t propose. Just the fact that he wants to is enough for me right now.
“And you are a man of your word?” I decide to play with him a bit.
