“Well, it is my birthday. What did you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you.” Cheryl unzipped her own hoodie to reveal a black mesh top. It was sheer. He could see everything through it. Groaning, he reached for her but she scrambled back off the bed. “Can I try something?”
“You can do whatever the fuck you want.”
Smiling, she knelt on the floor. “Come sit in front of me.”
He was there in a heartbeat, shoving his pants down on the way. His cock was fully hard, dark at the tip. “This okay?”
“Yes.” She took him in her tiny hands, and he waited for her to lick. Instead, she slid him under her top and between her breasts, the mesh squeezing her tits tight around his shaft.
“Fucking hell…”
“What, Patty-Bear?” She rocked forward so her breasts slid along his cock. He stared at her, hardly able to believe his own eyes. The girl he loved, the hottest woman in the world, was fucking him with her big, perfect tits. He’d done it. Hit the apex of human existence. Nirvana.
“Do you like it?” she asked sweetly, moving up and down, her cleavage gloriously tight around his shaft.
He let his head fall backward. “I’m gonna show you how much very soon.”
“Good.”
She moved faster, serving him from her knees, and when she ran her tongue across her lower lip, cum surged up his shaft. “Honey, you’ve gotta stop or I’ll ruin your top.”
“Ruin it. Cum all over my tits, Patrick.”
“Oh my fucking Lord…” He gritted his teeth and then he was spraying her, white flooding the mesh and running across her chest. She kept sliding until he was close to blacking out, moaning incoherently about how she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and she was fucking killing him.
Eventually, Cheryl showed mercy. She flashed him an evil smile and got up for a shower. He lay paralysed on the bed until she returned smelling like her coconut body wash. He pulled her into his arms and clutched her like she might disappear.
“Do you think anyone will ever be able to be happy now that I’ve used up all the happiness in the world?”
She laughed. “I’m just glad that worked. I bought that top last week because I wanted to try that with you.”
He smiled, stupidly flattered that he’d been the first. “Best birthday ever. Can I do anything for you?”
She said no, but as they cuddled, he noticed she was pressing her hips into his thigh and when he ran his hand down her ass, she shuddered.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Um, no…”
He shifted, rubbing his leg against her pussy. “Okay, but for the record, you can grind on me all you want.”
“I don’t want to grind on you,” she said, grinding on him. “I’m just… I need to relax.”
“Okay. Then maybe I’ll just lie here and talk you through the Sharks’ backline strategy while you… hang out.”
He laid back, musing aloud about his team’s zone defence as Cheryl whimpered and panted and stroked her cunt across his thigh. And when her eyes closed, and she started to shake, he kept his voice level but began talking about how he was going to take her into the club rooms and fuck her in front of his entire team so they all saw what a dirty little slut she was.
She came with a gasp, rubbing so gently that she was barely moving, and when she whispered his name, he felt like a king.
Afterward, she was embarrassed, but he refused to let her hide her face. He was getting hungry, so he ordered them a cheese plate and chocolate mousse from room service. It was almost one in the morning when it arrived, and Cheryl yawned as she picked at crackers and gorgonzola.
“Go to sleep,” he said, pushing the plate aside and pulling her onto his chest.
“Okay,” she mumbled. “Patrick?”
“Yeah.”
