In was an exciting game for the most part, although the Phillies pulled ahead at the end. At the bottom of the ninth inning with our team ahead by four runs I started cleaning up. As I put things away and washed some dishes in the kitchen, I felt Braden sidle up behind me and put his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He whispered in my ear.
“I was only kidding around about the mommy and daddy thing, but I have to admit that playing house with you turns me on.”
“I’ll have to wash dishes more often, dear.” I guess it wasn’t just my shorts riding up last time.
“You know darling, we’ve never had kitchen sex. Perhaps I could bend you over the counter and take you from behind. I’m thinking that I’m just going to pick you up and fuck you against the wall though.” God, I loved it when he said stuff like that.
I glanced up at the living room area which was in plain view. “The game’s almost over. Our guests will be gone soon, honey bunch.”
“As soon as that door closes I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetie pie.” Argh! He was killing me here!
“Well, dearest, that sounds like a sound plan for the future.” I felt myself starting to sweat and my panties got damp. The Astros struck out and the game was over within minutes. Our friends stretched and stood up. My heart started racing as they headed for the door.
“Thanks for inviting us along,” Cam added.
“We do it every Sunday night. Come whenever you want,” Braden said. That was definite progress.
“I guess we’ll play it by ear next week?” Mark asked.
“We’ll be back in time,” Adam said.
“But Braden might be busy making up for the loss of his Saturday night sex.”
Cam offered to walk Jess home and we said our goodnights as everyone left, shutting the door behind them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Braden turned to me with his hot look and I was up against the wall in seconds with his mouth on mine, his tongue exploring possessively. His hand traveled up under my shirt and into my bra where he gently squeezed my nipple and cupped my breast. Then the other hand traveled under my skirt and into my panties, where he began stroking me.
“Mm. My baby’s ready for me,” he said with satisfaction.
“You gave me advance notice,” I answered breathily.
He pushed my skirt up and my panties down. I slid them off as he freed himself and then he lifted me up and pushed into me as I wrapped my legs around him and gasped with pleasure. With my back braced against the wall he thrust into me deeply over and over and I started moaning deliriously. Through a lust-filled haze I suddenly heard a foreign sound. It sounded like… yipping. Oh no!
“No, no Bruno,” I panted. “Daddy’s not hurting mommy. Daddy’s making mommy feel so good! Oh baby, so good!” Bruno didn’t let up, though. If anything, the yipping got louder and he started running from one side of Braden’s legs to the other.
“Quiet, Bruno!” Braden tried, sounding desperate, as I pushed my hips hard against him and squeezed my inner muscles tight. “Oh fuck, yes!” he groaned loudly. Bruno kept yipping louder and louder. “Bruno! Quiet! Daddy wants to enjoy this.” He started moving his hips faster.
“Yes! Like that!” I cried and he started pounding into me.
“Tell me how much you love it baby,” he grunted as Bruno kept yipping.
“So much! I love it so much! It feels so good!” I moaned and Bruno started jumping.
“Who’s fucking you Gabrielle? I want to hear you say it!” The yipping was unrelenting and now Bruno was running in circles.
“Oh Braden! Braden! Only you!”
“You’re mine, Gabrielle,” he bit out, and then Bruno started doing something that transcended annoying and moved into the realm of the really weird, and not just a little disturbing. He grabbed on to Braden’s leg and started pumping.
“Bruno! Jesus! Stop that!” Braden bit out, sounding distracted as he shook his leg, trying to get Bruno to let go.
“Why is he doing that?” I gasped, confused.
“I’m pretty sure he thinks this is a game.”
“Only mommy and daddy get to play, Bruno!” I pleaded.
Braden took a deep breath and lowered me to the floor. He pulled my skirt back down and closed his pants over his erection. Bruno let go and looked up at him quizzically like he couldn’t figure out why we had stopped playing the humping game just when it was getting good. Braden gave him an exasperated look and grabbed my hand and his keys. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To the roof garden.”
“The roof garden?! We’re leaving?!”