Hot Damn(71)

The club level might be nice, but the VIP section is even better. I’m not supposed to be able to get into it, but I have a key.

“Where did you get that?” Chloe asks.

“Security guard.” I slide the key into the lock. Good. They haven’t changed them since the last time I was here. “I got him some fifty-yard-line tickets and he gave me this key.”

“Nice.”

“Very nice.”

And indeed it is. This is where local celebrities sit when they come to watch the games—actors, rock stars, politicians—I think the president even sat here once when he dropped in to relax with a little football. There’s usually food, booze—all the amenities, but tonight it’s dark and empty.

I set the champagne glasses down on one of the tables and move toward Chloe. There’s not a lot of light, but it’s enough to see the gleam in her eyes. I reach out to her and she takes my hand so I can pull her closer.

“Show me,” I tell her.

My dick’s on high alert, throbbing painfully behind my zipper. I want inside her so badly I’m afraid my head might explode if I don’t manage that in about the next five minutes.

“Show you what?”

She seems genuinely puzzled, so I reach for her blouse and unbutton a couple of buttons, not being gentle about it.

The eyeblack is smeared a little, but it’s still there, boldly outlining my jersey number across the pale skin of her breasts.

“God,” I tell her. “That is hot as fuck. Like you’re mine.”

I bend to kiss the tops of her breasts, then bite them, nibbling on her collarbones. She squirms, grabbing at my head, but she doesn’t push me away. I pull her shirt the rest of the way off, then her bra, leaving her bare from the waist up in front of me.

“I want you,” I tell her. “I want you now.”

She nods, her pupils already blown with desire. I kiss her hard, then pick her up and carry her to the other side of the room, where a wide window overlooks the football field. There are a few people down there who’ve probably wandered out from the party, and the lights are up.

“You think they can see us from down there?” I ask her.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She turns around and presses her mouth to mine, her tongue exploring. When she draws back, she adds, “Do I give a fuck?”

I laugh. “I hope not.” I turn her around again. “Look at them. What would they think if they looked up here and saw you standing here half naked with my mark on you?”

“I don’t know. Don’t care.” Her voice is low and weighty. I can tell she’s every bit as horny as I am. I move up behind her, tucking my crotch against the curve of her ass, reaching around to cup her breasts. I squeeze her nipples, and she gasps.

“Good.” I crowd up behind her until she’s right up against the glass, then pull my hands back so her tits spread out over the surface. I can imagine what it must look like from the other side—her tits, full and round, flattened against the window, her nipples hard, pressing into the softer flesh of her breasts. And above it all, my number written out in bold black.

At this point, my fucking dick is about to explode. I jerk at my belt, the button, and zipper on my pants. Shoving pants and underwear down on my hips, I cup my swelling cock. It’s hot and wet, sticky, eager. It wants Chloe to surround it, to draw it in.

Hang on. We’ll get to that.

Yes, I’m having an internal conversation with my own dick. That’s how messed up I am over this woman.

She’s wearing a skirt, at least, which makes things a little easier. I flip it up over her back and am greeted by the sight of a bright red thong. “Whoa, Doc. Did you buy this for me?”

A smirk spreads across her face. “Maybe.”

“You’re killing me here.”

I draw the back of the thong aside, trying to decide if I want to bother pulling it down or if I just want to fuck her around it. As I’m moving it, my thumb traces over her asshole, and she shivers. I grin. I’ve got her just where I want her.

Instead of taking the thong off, I keep playing with her ass with one hand, sliding a finger of the other hand farther down the thong until I find the wet heat of her pussy. She moans, the sound like music.

With my thumb tapping her ass and two fingers shoved deep inside her, she writhes in front of me, the sounds coming from her making me want to fuck her hard and deep and fast. I hold off, though—in some ways it’s more fun to see how high I can take her before I give in.

She’s so hot, so wet, so ready. I lean forward to bite the back of her shoulder and she keens. The movement pushes me farther into her, deeper. I add another finger and thrust into her with all three while she tips her hips back, bringing me deeper and deeper.

“God, Austin.” I’m so glad we’re somewhere we don’t have to worry about being quiet. Fucking her on the balcony was great, but I missed her sounds, the way she moans and shudders and screams. Here, she doesn’t have to hold anything back.

Neither do I. “I’m going to fuck you, Chloe,” I tell her. “I’m going to fuck you in your ass. You okay with that?”

“I don’t know… Austin… Wait…”

Ha. She’s never done that before. I’m almost triumphant at the thought I can take her somewhere nobody else ever has. I let my hand slide out of her pussy, dripping with her arousal. My fingers are slick, and I shift so that hand is toying with her ass now, wetting her, getting her ready. One finger slides in easily, helped along by the lubrication. I try another—she needs to be stretched a little more before she can take my dick.

I take things slowly, and she doesn’t ask me to wait again. Instead she spreads her legs, bracing herself against the window and tipping her hips back so I have easier access. If I had any doubt she wanted this, it’s gone now.

Her tits are shoved so hard against the glass I wonder if the eyeblack will come off, leaving my number etched on the window. Is anybody looking up? If they did look up, could they see anything? The thought of it makes my dick twitch, pulsing so hard I can barely stand it.

Suddenly the tightness in her ass eases, and she just…opens around my fingers. There’s no more resistance. It’s time.

Sliding my fingers out, I bump her with my cock, then slide the tip inside, just a little bit. She moans, and in her reflection in the glass, I can see her biting down on her lower lip. Her eyes are closed, but then she opens them again.

“Austin…”

“It’s okay. I’ll go slow. I won’t hurt you.”

She nods and lowers her head again, as if focusing solely on the sensation. Good. She’s committed now. And I can be absolutely certain she’ll enjoy every second of this.

My cock slides in a little at a time, hard enough that there’s little to no resistance. She lets out small sounds that seem like they could mean I’m hurting her, but when I stroke the back of her neck, she nods, encouraging me to continue.

“I’m all right. God. This is…” She trails off and bumps back toward me, bringing me deeper into her.

“Easy,” I tell her. “It’ll be better if you give it some time.”

She doesn’t seem too inclined to draw the experience out, though. I move slowly in and out of her, not thrusting as deeply as I could, just letting her get used to the new sensations. Every time I thrust in, she tilts back a little so I come in farther than I intend to. Every time, she lets out a throaty little breath.

“I want to fuck you into that window,” I mutter. My hands are tight on her ass cheeks, fingers digging in so that the flesh turns white around the pressure points.

Chloe lets out a breathy laugh. “Just don’t fuck me through the window. That’d be a little hard to explain.”

I take it as permission and shove into her, hard. She lets out a little scream followed quickly by, “No, don’t stop, my God, don’t stop, I’m okay.”

I take her at her word and keep fucking her. Her ass is so hot, so tight, the slick addition of her juices letting my cock slide in and out of her fast and easy. It feels amazing. Her muscles clench on me, and I’m certain she’s moving closer to the peak with every thrust.

Finally I reach around and touch her clit. She yelps, then moans out a breath. Perfect. She’s wet and slick, and my finger slides around the firm nub in a dragging circle.

Everything lets loose at once. She screams, her body convulsing around me. I move my fingers from her clit into her pussy, pushing deep inside so I can feel the muscles contracting. The pulse around my dick is hard, tight, almost painful. I’m in to the root by now, and as she pulses around me, I let go, too, spitting hot cum deep into her ass.

She’s saying something, I think, but the words are so ragged and broken I can’t make them out. It’s just a torrent of random curses, maybe my name here and there, and I’m not sure what else. Her hands are clawing the window, her face against it, eyes closed, mouth wide open.

I ride the wave of my own climax, feeling the hot spiraling sensation move up and down my spine. As she starts to ease down, I reach around her, wrapping my arm across her upper chest. She shifts back away from the window, sagging against me.

Looking past her at the glass, I laugh. My number is clearly visible there in a mirror image where the eyeblack transferred from her skin.