Page 99 of Home Town Advantage
She lets out a moan, and I have to kiss her. I can’t wait any longer. As though it’s a choreographed dance, our lips come together and our tongues push into each other’s mouths. We both lose ourselves and begin fully making out. Despite my love for being intimate in public settings, I’ve never been this obvious, but I don’t care. I need her.
My hands move around her body without any inhibition. Her fingers tug on my hair, making my cock leak in anticipation of what I know is going to happen tonight.
My knee pushes between her legs, spreading them for me, giving me the access I need. I run my hand up the front of her soft, smooth thigh. She tilts her body, encouraging my sensual path.
My fingertips ascend until they find purchase as I encounter her soaked panties. Knowing she’s as turned on as I am gives me the courage to slip them to the side and run my fingers through her. She’s wet and swollen. She always is for me.
If someone were paying attention to us, they’d know exactly what we’re doing, but I’m finding I just don’t care, and, from the looks of things, they don’t either.
My fingers easily glide into her tight warmth. Her juices immediately coat my fingers. She gets as turned on by our public sex acts as I do. She was made for me.
My mouth moves to her neck, close to her ear, so she can hear me over the loud beat of the music. “Do you like my fingers fucking you in front of all these people?” I ask as I push deep inside her with two fingers.
Her grip on my hair tightens, and she tilts her head back and moans. She’s swiveling her hips and pushing down to deepen the thrusts of my fingers. She’s completely lost in the moment.
I look down at her. I’ve got one hand inside her and the other now threaded through the back of her hair. Her face is beautifully flushed, and her eyelids are fluttering. She may seem completely at my mercy right now, but the truth is clear as day: I’m the one at her mercy.
Her mouth smashes to mine again, licking, kissing, and nibbling my lips. She eventually sucks my tongue into her mouth and I just about blow my load.
When will I ever get my fill of this woman? It’s never enough. I’m never fully satisfied because I always want more. I know without a doubt that I’ll always feel that way.
She’s riding my hand as if we’re alone when we’re anything but. I whisper, “Do you want to be a good girl for me?”
She whimpers as she nods.
“I want you to scream my name when you come in front of all these people. Then we’re going to find somewhere for me to stick my dick in this tight pussy. When you’re full of my come, I’m going to take you home and do it all over again.” As I curl my fingers, I whisper, “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
Her grip on my hair and shirt tightens, and she lets out some sort of indiscernible loud noise before letting her head fall forward and sinking her teeth into my neck. Her pussy contracts around my fingers and coats them in her come while she shakes through her orgasm.
As the last of her tremors withers away, I pull my handfrom her. She watches on with a slack jaw as I suck my fingers into my mouth. “Hmm. So fucking good, baby.”
Her mouth remains wide open, and she’s panting like she just ran a marathon. She releases her hold on my shirt and moves her hand down until it grips my cock before breathing, “Fuck me here. I don’t care. Just do it. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get you inside me.”
As much as I want to put my stamp on this woman, to show everyone she’s mine, to mark her as mine, I can’t allow that to happen in front of all these people.
My mind is racing, trying to think of where this can happen. I’m not fucking her in a dirty bathroom, but I can’t wait as long as it will take to get to one of our houses.
Suddenly remembering they serve dinner earlier in the evenings on the roof, I pull her hand into the stairwell, but we don’t even make it to the steps. As soon as the heavy metal stairwell door closes and the noises of the crowd are left behind, she lifts her skirt to her waist. “Right here. Fuck me.”
I pull my dick out in under two seconds, lift her legs, slide her panties to the side, and then slam her against the metal door before I thrust my dick inside her.
A few hours later,we’re lying in her bed enjoying our post-orgasmic bliss. After the quick, hard fuck in the stairwell, I practically threw her over my shoulder and dragged her to my truck. We went to her house because it was closer, and I was about to explode all over again because I can’t seem to ever get my fill of this woman.
I was able to worship every inch of her in her bed, cocooned in the delicious Sulley scent present on her pillows, blankets, and body. We lie in her now-tangled sheets, breathless and moist with perspiration. Our bodies are marked, our lips are swollen, and our souls are soothed.
The moments after we have sex have become my favorite time with her. The painful past is momentarily forgotten. We’re relaxed and sated. Naked and close. We talk and laugh. It’s intimate, and I crave it.
Her head is on my chest, and her fingers are lazily running through my chest hair. “Tell me something. Something you haven’t shared with anyone else.”
She asks that all the time. She knows I’m hiding something and won’t tell her. It’s almost as if revealing other truths to her makes her feel better about our past. I suppose I understand it and do my best to oblige her.
I run my fingers up and down her flawless back, loving the feel of her soft body on my rough, calloused hands. “Coach told me something in confidence. Management wants to win, and they want to win now. If we don’t bring home the trophy this year, he’s getting fired and I’m getting traded or released.”
She lifts her head as her stunned eyes meet mine. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “Yes. He said he needed to tell me so I could make sure to leave it all on the field. As if I ever don’t.”
Worry covers her pretty face. “Oh, Vance, I’m so sorry. It’s terrible that they’re treating you this way. It’s a lot of pressure on you.”
