I lifted my hand and feigned a dick slap.
He didn’t even flinch, and I tilted my head in surprise.
He smirked. “We’ve also established that you broke my dick, honey. You could kick me in the balls right now, and I probably wouldn’t feel it.”
I glanced down at his crotch and then back up to him. My mouth tilted into a devious smile.
“No,” he said and shook his head. “I’m not fucking you here. So go ahead and come to terms with that fact right now.”
Fact? Yeah, we’d see about that. I’d thoughtfully planned my apparel ahead of time.
“I love you so much,” I told Cassie’s tits through a moan. They looked fucking spectacular today in her number seventy-eight Mavericks jersey sans bra.
Maybe it was inappropriate to ogle her chest through a shirt she donned to support her brother, but fuck. They looked so good. Walking into the stadium, women had looked at her like she was crazy, and men had looked at me like they were considering murder for the chance to take my place.
It had been awesome.
“Harder, baby,” Cassie ordered in between gasps as I gave into temptation and buried my face in the low V-neck of her shirt and held her up and against the owner’s suite bathroom wall. She’d been relentless for the last month or so, completely sexually insatiable, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t completely sure I could keep up.
I tried to increase my tempo and force without breaking her in half or making myself come prematurely. The line I walked for both was fantastically thin.
“Fuck my pussy, Thatch,” she demanded, and I closed my eyes to fight the tingle in my spine.
“I am, honey,” I told her, because I was. I was giving her everything I had to give, and she still wanted more. I both loved and hated the idea that my woman could take so much.
It was hot as fuck, but it didn’t do me much good if I couldn’t keep up.
Sucking at the top swell of her breast, I tightened my grip on her ass, lifted her even higher, pushed her harder into the door, and set up a pounding rhythm. The hinged wood rattled, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind all of our friends could hear every single thrust.
“Fuck yeah, oh, yeah,” she screamed. Moving my mouth from her chest to her lips, I worked my tongue between the seam to silence her.
She hiccupped through her pleasure and dug her fingernails into my shoulders in an attempt to climb me higher.
One hand left me to stroke her own nipple through her shirt, and I groaned.
“Careful, baby,” I warned her. “You’re gonna have to finish on my tongue if you keep that up.”
“Uh, oh, yeah,” she moaned, ignoring me completely and chasing her own pleasure like a search dog.
“Goddamn,” I told her throat. “You are the sexiest fucking woman on the planet.”
Using her other hand to help, she pulled the neck of her shirt down and under her tits to bare them to my eyes and make them accessible for my mouth.
“Suck on them, Thatcher.” She moaned. “Fucking eat them.”
“Fuuuuck.”
Never in my life would I be able to deny a request like that.
Every time her pussy swallowed my dick, milking it until I could barely pull back out, her tits bounced, and I lost control a little more.
“Get there, Cass,” I ordered, shifting a hand on her ass until my fingertips met the union between her wet pussy and my dick.
Her head fell back, her long hair bunching at the back where it rubbed persistently against the door. A crease formed in her lip with the force of her bite as she tried—and failed—to contain the yell of her orgasm.
The sight of her face and the feel of her coming on my dick sent me right over the edge.
I shoved my face right in the center of her tits to muffle my groan. Grabbing on to my hair, she pulled my face into her harder.
I licked a path from the center and up, over the swell of each, and around each nipple.
She cooed and mewled like she couldn’t get enough.
“Still greedy for it?” I asked on a whisper. She licked her lips and nodded.
“We’ll sneak away again soon,” I promised, though I doubted our sneaking was anywhere near secret or sleuth in any way at this point. And I also doubted I’d be the one to suggest said sneaking away. I was about one fuck away from my dick actually falling off.
Her feet hit the floor as I set her down gently, and I kept my hands at her hips until she steadied on her feet.
The maxi skirt she had on with no panties sure made this a lot easier. She laughed as I waved good-bye to her tits before pulling her shirt back up to cover them. “I’ll miss you,” I told them, and I really would.
Every time I saw them was like the first time.
“You okay?” I asked her as she cleaned herself up at the sink and I buttoned and zipped my pants and buckled my belt. “You want me to wait for you to make the walk of shame together?”
Her laugh made me back into the door. I’d never ever grow weary of it either.