“Baby, I can’t do that in a stadium bathroom, but I will always show you that you are the only woman for me.” I give her a slow kiss before pulling away again. “You’re the only woman I have ever wanted to fuck in a bathroom because I can’t stand my hands not on you for another minute.”
A flush blossoms on her cheeks and works down below the black jersey she bought when we got here. I place a kiss on her jaw and work my way down her neck. Wishing I had the time to worship her the way she deserves.
“I need you.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she’s afraid to say it out loud.
CHAPTER 9
KYRA
“Ineed you.”
Where in the world did that come from? I have never wanted to beg for someone to touch me the way I want to drop to my knees to plead to Cal in my life. The things he does to me just by looking at me make me feel like I am completely out of control.
“I will give you anything you need, Sunshine.” His voice is a low growl at this point.
He grips the bottom of my black jersey and pulls it over my head, bringing the tank top under it in one motion. Reaching down, I unfasten my jeans and start to slide them down my legs, leaving them wrapped around my knees.
“I’m sorry I can’t worship you the way you deserve. I promise when we have more time I will show you how a woman should be cared for.” He whispers in my ear, and I shiver.
I feel his hand reach between my legs to find my dripping core. I’ve been drooling over Cal since we got in the truck on the way here, so I’m more than ready for him to slip in. He slips two fingers into me, causing a whimper to slip out.
“You have to be quiet, beautiful. These sounds are for me alone.” Bringing my hand to my mouth to stifle the moans, he continues to tease me with his hand.
“Fuck me…please,” I whine.
“Anything for you.”
With that, I hear the telltale sound of his zipper undoing. He lifts me up so my knees balance on the edges of the sink, needing to make up for the height difference. Taking his cock in hand, he lines himself up with my core. With one quick thrust, he is buried in me, and I can’t stop the moan that leaves my mouth. I can feel something lining his cock. Ribbed for her pleasure. What in the actual fuck?
“I’m going to give this mouth something to do if you can’t stay quiet.”
Do I want that? Do I want him to give me something to occupy my mouth?
Maybe.
The needy girl he has unlocked giggles in my mind while she conjures up everything he could possibly do to keep me quiet. His thrusts keep hitting a spot in me I didn’t even know I had. Every single drag of his length in me makes my knees tremble, and I know it’s not going to take long to make me come like this. I have never gotten off from penetration only. This is a first.
“Fuck, Sunshine. You feel like you were made just for me.” He groans out. His hand reaches around to my clit, and he starts with slow circles. The action alone makes my body climb to a level I didn't even know was possible. I can feel my own arousal dripping down my thighs.
”Oh…my…god.” I can’t help the words leaving me between gasps.
“Not God, gorgeous girl, I am the one who is worshiping you.” The thought of this man worshiping my body and soul makes me jump off the cliff he’s been building me to.
“Ahhh.” I start to cry out just a second before his hand comes up from my hip to cover my mouth.
“That’s my girl. I can feel you dripping down me.” He praises me before his thrusts become erratic, and I can feel his warmth filling me up. His forehead rests on my upper back. His heavy breathing tickles me. “I never could have imagined how amazing you feel.”
He stands up slowly and pulls out of me. I slide my legs down, so I am standing in front of the sink now. He holds a hand on my back to keep me bent over. So he can grab some tissue to clean me up before sliding my panties back up my thighs and settling them in place.
“My knees are still wobbly.” I let out a small giggle, and his eyes darken again.
“Baby, you can’t make noises like that if you want to get back to the game. Here is your jersey and tank top, Gorgeous.” He helps me slip my clothes back in place before pressing a hot kiss to my lips. “I promise when I get you at my mercy, you won’t be able to stand up.”
And with that, he leads me out of the bathroom.
The house is dark as we pull up. Mike’s rusted truck is nowhere to be seen. Maybe I won’t have to explain myself to him tonight. Sending thanks to the fates that, for once, it worked out in my favor.
“Love ya, bye,” Nyx calls out from the front seat. Her hand waves from just below her chin, giving me our signature goodbyes.
