Chapter Eleven – Chuck
As the two of us stumbled outside the bar, I could already see that glint in her eye that told me exactly what was on her mind.
After a few drinks, it was the exact same thing that was on mine, too. The two of us had come out to the Kennels together to shoot some pool and hang with the guys, but the sight of her bending over the pool table, her ass in that short skirt, had me feeling some kind of way, and I knew there was nothing I could do to resist her.
I pushed her back against the wall of the club, lifting her off her feet and pinning her against it. I wanted her right here, right against me, so I could feel every inch of her body against mine. I couldn’t get enough of her, not even if I tried – and, God, these last few weeks, I had been trying.
She looped her arms around my neck, hand cradling the back of my head, fingertips grazing against my scalp as I kissed her hard, tongue in her mouth, her skirt already falling away to reveal more of herself. Slipping a hand to her thigh, I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down a few inches, listening to the gasp of want she let out against my lips in the process.
”You’re sure nobody’s going to catch us?” she breathed against my lips.
”I run this place,” I reminded her. ”Even if they catch us, there’s not a damn thing they can do about it.”
She sank her lips into mine again, kissing me back, as I pressed myself against her, letting her feel how hard I was for her already. When she had slipped on that dress earlier this evening back at her place, it had taken every bit of strength I had not to just strip her right out of it and tell her that I wanted to fuck her again – but I had figured we needed to get out of the house, even just for a little while. It might not have been easy to keep my hands off of her, but I didn’t want her to think I was hiding her from the rest of my life. Not when I wanted to show her off as much as I did.
I unzipped my pants and took my cock into my hand, my hardness already throbbing for the feel of her around me. Her eyes were pinned to mine, staring at me like she couldn’t get enough – they seemed a little hazy with lust, almost distant, until I kissed her again and brought her back to the here and now. Nothing else would satisfy me and she knew that – nothing else would come close.
”You want me to fuck you?” I asked her, voice low, needing to hear the words come out of her mouth. She nodded, her body trembling as she tightened her grip on me.
”You know I do,” she breathed back, her voice marked with an aching want. Fuck – if there was anything hotter in the world than hearing my girl tell me that she wanted me, I hadn’t found it yet. I planted myself at her entrance, and, in one thrust, pushed all the way up inside of her.
She buried her face against my shoulder, muffling the cries of pleasure she let out at the feel of me moving inside of her. I groaned as I felt her around me, tight and wet and warm, inviting me in as she always did. She hooked her ankles around my back, pulling me in deeper, not caring for an instant if someone walked out of the back of the bar and spotted the two of us together – hell, how could she care, when the two of us felt this good?
I kissed her again, and then pulled back for a moment, pressing my forehead against hers so I could take in the look on her face as I fucked her – the way she gazed at me turned me on like nothing else. She clasped my head in her hands, holding me in place so our breath mingled in the small space between us – fuck, that felt good. She was panting hard now, her body shifting to allow me in even deeper. I loved how she moved on instinct when we were together, as though she knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it – and she wouldn’t let a damn thing in the world get in the way of that.
”Oh, my God,” she groaned, her eyes drifting shut for a moment as I moved into her.
”Look at me,” I ordered her, voice catching in the back of my throat as the words edged from between my lips. Her eyes opened at once, obeying me without question, and I thrust into her even deeper, burying myself all the way up to the hilt inside of her and holding myself there, watching as her gaze registered the pleasure.
”That feel good?” I asked her, grinning as I bit her lip and drew it between my teeth. She nodded, moaning slightly, and I moved myself inside her in small circles, massaging her from the inside out, enjoying the look on her face as she gave herself over to the sheer intensity of the way she knew I could make her feel.
She raked her hands down my back, her body rocking helplessly against mine, and I began to move again, thrusting into her deep and hard and fast. The orgasm was already starting to stir inside of me, the sight of her like this enough to push me closer and closer to the edge – fuck, did she have any idea how much she turned me on? Any idea how much it aroused me to see her like this? I kissed her again, harder this time, tongue in her mouth, teeth catching against her lip, and listened to the ragged breathing she could hardly control as she inched closer and closer to her release...
And then, at last, I felt it, the moment she came. Her pussy squeezed around my cock, pulling me in deep like she needed more of me, needed every inch of me she could take. She moaned against my mouth, a deep, throaty noise that rose up from some place far down inside of her. I could feel her throbbing around me, against me, her entire body trembling as I held her there in my arms. I rocked into her a few more times, savoring the feel of her orgasming pussy around my cock, until, moments later, I felt myself tip over the edge and into my own release.
I slipped deep into her as I filled her with my seed, plugging her with my cock and holding myself there. I knew that the noises she was making were sure to attract attention, but how could I give a damn about any of that when she felt so fucking perfect?
I was breathing hard as I slowly pulled myself back from her. She let out a reluctant little whine, as though the last thing she needed right now was to be away from me.
”Fuck,” she gasped, as I gently put her back on her feet, guiding her upright once more. She giggled as she tried to adjust herself, pulling up her panties and smoothing down her skirt quickly.
”I can’t believe I just did that,” she laughed, leaning against me and dropping a kiss on my neck. I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around her.
”You need to stop that,” I warned her. ”Or I’m not going to bother going back to the bar.”
”You think anyone knows what we’re up to?” she asked me, biting her lip playfully.
”Oh, hell yes,” I replied. ”They saw the way I was looking at you.”
Her eyes widened.
”You really think?”
”Of course,” I replied, dipping down to drop a kiss on her lips. ”But trust me, nobody would blame me. Not with you looking like that.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she slipped her hand into mine.
”Come on,” she told me, tugging me back towards the bar. ”I think you at least owe me a drink for that.”
”You can get anything you want for that, baby girl,” I promised her.
I could see the flush creeping around to the back of her neck at hearing me talk to her like that, and I grinned. Damn, I liked making her blush. She might have been all kinds of confident and outgoing the rest of the time, but when she was with me, some of that seemed to fall away, and I loved nothing more than watching her squirm.
Except maybe figuring out exactly how I could get her to do that on top of my dick at the end of the night.