17. Kane #2
“Our sweet girl tells the truth,” I tell Benjamin, who has turned to watch us.
His eyes are trained on Abby’s inner thighs, where my finger is pumping in and out of her pussy.
“How long have you been wet?” I ask her, turning a little so I can study her expression, watch the way her eyelids drift closed briefly when I hook a finger inside and tease at her G-spot.
“I’ve been wet since you scored that second goal and I heard a woman behind me say that you’re hot. When I turned and looked she was gorgeous and all I could think was that I get to be with you and it made me so, so wet.”
“I love everything about that.” I ease my finger out of her.
“Kane,” she protests. “Why isn’t your finger inside me?”
“Give me a second and I’ll be right there, filling you up, Lollipop, I promise.” I tug on her jeans. “Lift your foot up. Ben, help me out here.”
“You’re taking my jeans off in the car?”
She sounds both scandalized and excited.
“The jersey will cover you if a car pulls up next to us, but it’s really too dark for anyone to see you. I need you half naked now to save time when we get home.”
Using both my hands, I maneuver her jeans down over her hips, leaving her seat belt intact. At the same time, Benjamin slips off her shoes, then grips the hem of her jeans and tugs the legs off. In a matter of a minute, we have the pants off of her.
Goosebumps raise on her legs. “Cold? Dash, turn up the heat.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not cold.” Then she looks outside. “How close are we to the house?”
That makes me chuckle. “Two minutes out. Are you feeling as impatient as I am?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s get your panties off too.”
Flipping the jersey up I can see she’s wearing plain cotton panties in hot pink. Girls’ night underwear. I love that her wardrobe is filled with pink and red. It’s like Valentine’s Day every fucking day with her.
Once they’re down to her knees, Benjamin takes over and removes them the rest of the way. He lifts them to his nose for a brief second.
Shifting the jersey up under Abby’s breasts, I take her knee and spread her legs. “Oh, yeah, pretty girl. Now that’s a perfect little pussy, isn’t it? Benjamin, can you see this?”
I spread her apart and slick up my finger, drawing it out and holding it up. “Look at this soaking wet little cunt.”
Abby whimpers, her hips moving restlessly. “Kane,” she pleads. “Finger. Now.”
“That is definitely a wet pussy,” Benjamin agrees. “Your finger is all wet, Kane, thanks to our girl.”
I hear Dash make a sound low in his throat. Driving has to be killing him right now. He’s missing this glorious fucking view.
That’s obvious the way he takes the turn into the driveway hard. The garage door isn’t even fully up before he has the SUV going under it. Instinctively, I put my arm in front of Abby even though she’s still wearing her seat belt right before he hits the brakes.
But even in his eagerness, Dash is mindful of Abby’s safety. It’s not a hard braking. Once he has the SUV in park, he turns and takes in Abby with her legs spread wide, naked from the waist down.
I give her a kiss, sweeping my tongue over hers. “Let’s demonstrate for Dash, Lollipop. Just like we did for Benjamin.”
Abby cries out in pleasure when I push two fingers inside of her. Followed instantly by frustration when I lift them to show Dash the slick moisture coating my fingers.
“Now that’s a fucking beautiful thing,” Dash says. “Let’s get you inside, Abby, so Kane can fill that needy pussy up with his cock. Is that what you want?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes.” She turns to me and gives me a hard kiss, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip like she has excessive energy and doesn’t know how else to release it.
It gives me a hot kick of desire. “That’s what I want too. I want to be so deep inside you that you can’t breathe.”
Benjamin is out of the SUV and he opens Abby’s door. He bends over, but it’s only to gather her shoes, jeans, and panties in his arms. Though he does press a kiss on the inside of Abby’s knee and pause to breathe in her scent.
His eyes are hooded and his nostrils flaring when he pulls back. “It’s too cold on this concrete for you to walk. Dash can carry you.”
I’m about to protest that I can carry her when he looks past Abby to me. “If Dash carries her over his shoulder you’ll get a great shot of her in that jersey and nothing else, Kane.”
Benjamin understands me. He knows having Abby wear my number is more important to me than it is to Dash. He knows I like to love loud and outwardly, whereas Dash can be understated.
I love this idea. I clap Dash on the shoulder. “You heard the man.”
Dash grunts. “Happy to.”
When Benjamin retreats, Abby looks at me. “Dash is going to carry me over his shoulder? But…”
“But what? You afraid of heights?” I grin at her.
“I’m not wearing panties!”
Sometimes our girl is just so perfectly innocent and sweet. Our little strawberry.
Cupping her cheek, I press my lips against hers and murmur, “That’s kind of the point.”
It’s the entire point.
When Dash hoists her up over his shoulder, she gives a little squeal but then says, “Oh, this is kind of hot.”
“Very hot,” Benjamin agrees.
Dash carries her around the car to the interior door leading into the house giving me a view of nothing but Abby’s long legs and her tight, perky ass.
All with my number emblazoned right above that curvy backside.
I reach forward and give her cheek a squeeze.
Abby moans and squirms.