“It’s supposed to be bad luck, Chris,” I said, tilting my head to give him easier access.
“We make our own luck. I know there aren’t any lockers in here, but there are some rituals that need to be followed.” His lips traced up to my ear. “Don’t you want us to win the marriage Big Bowl, baby?”
“Of course I do, baby,” I said as I kissed him. “I need you to throw me some deep, hard balls.”
“You know I will. You’re my favorite receiver.” He picked me up and carried me toward the bed, setting me down and stripping off my oversized t-shirt, the one that said “I Suspect Fowl Play”, in one smooth motion. “Turn over.”
I got on my hands and knees and Chris knelt behind me, trailing his hands over my hips and bending down to kiss my bum before opening me up and licking me from front door to back.
“I love this tight end,” he muttered, then buried his face in my pussy, sucking on my clit. I leaned down and pressed my face into the pillow to keep from making any noise that would alert my parents. My mother might be the most sex-positive woman I know, but seeing her daughter with her ass in the air being eaten like Sunday dinner might be a hair too far even for her.
“So good,” I whispered as loud as I dared. “I love you, baby. So much. I can’t believe you’re going to be my husband today.”
Chris groaned at those words and worked his tongue into me even harder. I could feel the tension in my belly begin to tighten, and I ground back against his face as I started to come. He lapped up every drop I offered him before rising and joining me on the bed.
“You ready for this Tush Push, sweetheart?” he growled into my ear as he knelt behind me.
“Hit the hole, baby. I know you can do it.”
He thrust into me like it was the fourth quarter and he was on the ten-yard line. I’d never been more grateful for the ridiculously expensive memory foam mattress he’d bought for his perfect athlete body. Anything else would have announced to the entire neighborhood that I was getting absolutely railed by my groom-to-be.
Chris reached down and pulled my body to his without missing a stroke. He held me against him with one arm while reaching down to rub my clit with his other hand, spilling hot words into my ear like a fevered prayer. “You’re going to be my wife today. My wife. I get to love you forever.”
“Oh, Chris,” I cried out, feeling myself getting close again.
“My wife. My Trixie. The love of my life. The mother of my children. Come for me. Come with me.”
I clenched down around him and exploded as I felt him fill me with his hot release. He held me to him as we rode out thelast waves of our orgasms together, then collapsed into a heap on the bed.
“Wow, babe,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. “We should get married more often.”
“Ha ha. Once is enough.” I curled into his side. “But I wouldn’t say no to you sneaking in and kidnapping me for fun.”
“You get that idea from one of your books?”
“Where else?”
“Never change, Chickadee.” He kissed my forehead, and I melted a little.
“There is one thing you mentioned that I wanted to talk about, though.”
“Oh yeah?” He looked at me with interest.
“You mentioned children. I just thought you should know—I finished my birth control pack two weeks ago, and I didn’t refill it.” I bit my lip. I probably should have discussed it with him first, but I was fairly certain we were on the same page about starting our family, and I’d wanted to surprise him.
His eyes went wide, and the most brilliant smile lit up his face. That wasn’t the only thing getting big, either. I could feel his spent cock twitch with interest against my leg.
“Nope,” I cried, pulling away and rolling off the bed. “Absolutely not, cowboy. You gotta ride. It’s a miracle we haven’t gotten caught already. We can indulge your breeding kink some other time.”
Chris laughed and started hunting for his sweatpants on the floor. He was in the process of pulling them on when my mother knocked on the bedroom door, calling my name.
“GO. NOW,” I whisper-yelled at Chris while calling out, “One minute, Mom! I’m just throwing on some clothes.”
He yanked on his hoodie and sneakers and gave me a quick kiss before darting out the balcony door. “See you later. I’ll be the guy at the altar.”
“You better be.” I rolled my eyes. “Go.”
I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure my hair said “just woke up” rather than “just got my world rocked,” then answered the door.
