It’s getting uncomfortable in my jeans. There’s more room in my trousers, but I didn’t want to get them dirty here.
By the time I set up her gun and target for the next shots, I’m hard. Cock aching. It’s been fun to play without my stupid cast in the way. And I can’t get enough of my wife.
I wrap my arms around her, one hand splayed on her waist.
“Look through the sight.”
Her ass? It wiggles against my dick, and I press into her firmer. She better be done soon so we can get to where I can take her… Maybe they have a bathroom here.
My eyes flick to the camera in the corner. But it can’t really see if we’re closer to the front of the booth.
Scout’s not moving.
And my fingers can’t help but slip to the button on her jeans, just resting there. She shivers in my hold and sets the gun down with a dramatic sigh that I hear even through the ear protection.
“What?” I ask, blinking innocently. “You want me to…show you how to shoot, or…?”
“No.” She swallows. Her neck grows tight as our eyes meet.
Without warning, she drops to her knees in front of me as I stammer for something to say. To stop her? To keep her going? I glance around quickly to see if anyone’s near, but they aren’t. She’s already got my belt undone.
“Scout! What are—” I heave a wanton sigh that ruffles her brown hair as she rips open my jeans. “You. Doing… Oh,gods…” I groan deep and irreverently as my cock has more room and some of the pressure eases. My head hits the wall behind me, eyes squeezed shut.
Tighter even when she pulls down the waistband of my boxers. My dick bobs out and slaps her in the face. Purple. Veiny. And ready. My crown is already gleaming with pre-cum.
Scout twirls her tongue around the heated tip, then toys with my piercing as she watches my face. I’m going to crumble in her hold. She’s so beautiful like this. Wanting to make me feel good. Loving how she’s doing it. I’m weak. So fucking weak for her. My knees damn near buckle. My hand caresses her head as I open my mouth in a weak protest or praise. But no words come out.
Half of me is still concerned someone will walk in and stop her.
The other is silently begging her to shove her throat down on my throbbing cock.
“What got you so excited, huh?” she asks, toying with the end. Everything inside me begs for her to just slip her two lips around me. Hug me with her tongue.
I trail my thumb over her cheek and narrow one eye at her with a devilish grin. “You, tulip. That body of yours. Your drive to be the best at everything. Knowing you’remineand no one else’s. That I can finally be free to fuck you without that stupid cast on…”
Speaking of which…I should repay the favor here, if I can get away with it. Before I can move, though, she makes me choke on a breath.
Her mouth plunges down onto my length as far as she can go. Granted, it’s only a few inches, but it’s enough to make me grasp at the cinderblock wall behind me. Fingers searching for footing. Something to help me stay upright. The heels of my boots carve into the cement floor.
I’m melting into her. Pleasure rising from my balls to my brain.
Especially as her hand joins in, working me up and down the way she knows I like. But with the added terror that someone could see us. That we could get in trouble here…
The sounds she makes are pornographic. Her throat gags around the end of my cock, and every time it tightens, cum threatens to spill into her belly.
But she works harder to relax, which only makes the rhythm more frantic. More insane. My thighs quiver.
Losing my fucking mind, I throb in her hold, seep into her mouth. Balls aching to release. I can’t do it. Not without pleasuring her first.
“I’m not going to last.” My voice is strangled. I’m trying to keep quiet. Trying to maintain some semblance of hanging on. But I can’t. “I want to please you— Oh,fuck, baby.”
I release a tight whimper, and she smiles at me victoriously. Like that sound is her reward. My hand plants firmlyon the back of my head, not pushing. Just guiding her in a rhythm that I need.
She’s so into it, I can smell her arousal from all the way up here.
“Stop. Stop.”
Sitting back on her heels, she looks up at me, swiping a hand under her chin to wipe away her drool. I gather her up under her arms and stand her for a moment. Then rip her jeans down and off her feet, tossing them to the side.
