I put my hands on her hips, hooked my thumbs into her panties, and started taking them rightoff.
“Oh… well… I… oh,damn…Jude… ”
Roni’s feeble protests and her soft little hands kinda pushing at me but not pushing at me when I got down on my knees and started eating her pussy wereadorable.
“But… I should…oh, fuck… go down and… you know… talk to the band and…stuff…”
“Later.” I swirled my tongue around her clit, getting her all wet and trembling, then dug the condom out of my pocket. I’d put one in every fucking pocket I had, optimistic as fuck about bringing the New Year in together with a bang. Or severalbangs.
I worked my jeans down and got the condom on while I lapped at her pussy, just teasing her a bit, and she struggled, maybe trying to get comfortable while her legs wanted to giveout.
Then I got to my feet, hiked her legs up around my waist and buried myself in her… so fucking hot and tight… and fucked her right there against the giant glasswindow.
Her bare ass squeaked against the glass as I rammed into her. She giggled her throaty laugh, even as she groaned in pleasure. She wrapped her arms tight around my neck, holding on. “Oh,shit… it feels… like I’m gonnafall…”
“I gotyou.”
“I feel like… everyone can see my…everything…”
“Yeah. And you fuckin’ loveit.”
I fucked her with the music thumping and the bass vibrating the glass until we’d smeared the window with sweat, and we bothcame.
She wentfirst.
I went with the feel of her pussy squeezing my dick, her throaty screams in my ears, her sweat-damp body wrapped tight aroundmine.
Maybe I didn’t know shit-all about Summer’s style of music, but hey, it got me laid. I wasn’tcomplaining.
Then my knees started wanting to fold. I set Roni back on her feet, planting a kiss on her head. “Getdressed.”
“What, now you’re modest?” She swatted my bare ass just before I pulled up my jeans. “Three seconds ago you couldn’t have cared if they projected us over the stage downthere.”
“That was when my dick wasup.”
She laughed and got dressed, buttoning up her blouse. “Damn, I’m all sweaty.” She smoothed her hair. “Totally worth it, though. I so neededthat.”
“What, that?” I gestured at thewindow.
“Yeah. That was maximum tension relief. I wassonervoustonight.”
“Couldn’t tell,” I said, honestly. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen younervous.”
“Yes, you have. That night when I was eighteen, at the Back Door, and you blew me off.” She glanced at me around the curve of her black hair. “I was nervous ashell.”
I finished pulling on my shirt. She was slipping her high heels backon.
I walked over and as she stood up, I got close to her face. “V…”
“What?” She blinked her green eyes at me. “I still remember every word you said. How it made me feel.You and me, we’re not goin’ down that road.You took my hand and that’s what you said to me.” She swallowed and gazed up into my eyes in a way I probably didn’t deserve for that bullshit. “But… I would’ve gone down any road withyou.”
I took her hand and twined my fingers through hers, just like I did that night. I still remembered it, too. How soft and small and warm her hand felt in mine. How much it killed me she’d been with my brother. How much it killed me to push heraway.
And I felt the connection between us now, just like I did then. The want I had for her. Formore.
More ofher.
More ofus.
