Pulling from her grip I drop my head and sink my teeth into the soft tissue of her tit. She moans, her body gyrating against my torso.
Kissing the pain away, her hands push my gym shorts down just enough that my cock frees. Her small hands gliding up and down it sensually slow. The foreign feel of her hands on my length feels amazing, but I’m greedy, I want that smart mouth of hers on my cock.
“Suck it,” my voice husky.
Her eyes cut to mine, flashing with desire.
“I want to feel your warm mouth around me.” Gripping her chin I rub circles along it before slightly pulling so her mouth parts.
Her eyes never leave mine as she slowly drops to her knees. Her small hand cupping the shaft of my cock.
It feels so good a hiss slips through my teeth.
On her knees her hooded eyes meet mine as she flicks the tip of my dick with her soft tongue. My balls clench as the wetness coats the head.
Opening her mouth wide she sucks me inside and I hiss, the feeling of her sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock feeling like a second heaven.
She bobs before gagging and I nearly blow my load. Grabbing her shoulders I pull myself from her mouth.
“Jesus Christ.”
She wipes her mouth, her brows furrowing as if she’s worried she did something wrong and stands.
“You’re so good at that I’m about to cum, and the only thing I’m blowing my load in is your sweet cunt, baby.”
Her lips turn into a shy smile.
Grabbing her by the thighs I pick her up and waddle the few steps it takes to get her back against the punching bag. My shorts now around my ankles making the task much harder.
Pulling her shorts to the side I swipe a finger through her lips finding her wet and ready.
Positioning my cock where my finger was, I push into her, her body swelling as I fill her.
Pumping my hips I don’t hold back. The mop bucket tips over, the broom falls against the door. Shit is going everywhere as I pound into her.
She fingers my hair, her head lolling back in ecstasy as I take her to the brink of pleasure.
She moans and I instantly cup her mouth. My ass muscles straining while I thrust into her as hard as her body can take.
“Shh,” I whisper as sweat drips down my forehead.
Using my free hand I slide it in between us and thumb her clit.
Boom. Her eyes roll in the back of her head and her body trembles.
She clamps down on my dick, and that warmth builds into an inferno as I come seconds after.
“I’ll grab the mop!” Cate’s voice muffles through the door and both Tate and me freeze.
The door swings open, and Tate’s face pales as I’m sure Cate just got an eye full. Using my body I try and shield Tate from anyone seeing her.
“Oh shit!” Cate slams the door.
Tate’s face scrunches in humiliation, as I slip out of her.
I can’t help but smile.
Pulling my pants up, Tate situates herself.
“So, what’s bigger my ego, or my dick?” I peer up at her under hooded eyes.
“Wipe that smug look off your face,” she snaps.
Laughing, I shrug. “I told you, I’d fuck you and let them watch as long as I got your head out of the clouds and back here with me baby.”
Grabbing the nape of her neck, I force her to look up at me and she averts her eyes. I can’t help but feel she is hiding something from me. It angers me, and she’s stupid if she doesn’t think I’ll find out.
“I don’t know what you’re hiding, but I’m going to find out.”
Tate
Three weeks come and go. It’s not been easy keeping this from Camden or my family. It’s killing me. I feel like shit, and have almost told Camden on more than one occasion, but then I fear maybe something bad would happen to them if they did know. Thankfully with all the training I’ve been doing with Camden, and fucking, his mission of trying to figure out what I’m hiding has faded. I love being close to Camden when we’re naked and in bed, but it’s a mere Band-Aid to the guilt eating me from the inside out. Paranoia has me on edge, and constantly angry.
I can’t keep doing this.
I’m going to tell Camden about the Underground when I get back. I have to. I love him and don’t want this to come between us. I don’t want to lose him again. Not over this.
“You ready?” Debs asks grabbing her suitcase from the conveyer belt. The sound of airplanes and idle chit chat from the airport near deafening.
I inhale a ragged breath and grab my bags as well.
“As I’ll ever be.”
Nashville is hot, and … full of boots. So many cowboy and cowgirl boots. Everywhere you turn there’s country music. I wish Camden were here to witness it. It’s different from Chicago that is for sure. I cringe thinking about Camden, guilt rushing over me like a tidal wave.
I just want to get this over with.
“Are we staying at a hotel?” I ask Debs, not sure what the itinerary is. Seems we are given information only as we need it.