Page 39 of Filthy Ruck

“We wouldn't want that,” I said. I gave Ivy a half glance before walking past her and out the door.

“It must be the day for it,” Storm muttered.

“Trouble at work?” I asked.

He put an arm around me. “Nothing I can't handle.”

We stepped out to the quieter part of the club, where Frost and Dallas were waiting.

“Hey.” Frost gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I understand you've met Dallas.”

Dallas hadn't taken his eyes off me since I approached, and he didn't now. He looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin. His cock was ready to jump out of the front of his pants.

“We met,” I said. I gave Dallas a kiss on the cheek. His face promptly turned red.

“It seems like Dallas is a big fan of yours,” Storm said.

“I… I…” Dallas stammered.

“Forgive him, he's currently unable to think with anything but his cock,” Frost said. “Storm thinks you should put him out of his misery.”

“My treat,” Storm said.

I placed my hand on Dallas’ hard bicep, and leaned in to say, “If that's what you really want? You seemed upset the other night.” I wasn't going to pressure him into doing anything hedidn't want to do. He got caught up in the moment once, he could get caught up again, and add to his regrets. As far as I was concerned, life was too short for those. Live in the moment and don't look back, that was my motto. Take life by the balls and ride it hard.

“I freaked out,” he said in a rush. “I want you. I want you so fucking much.” He placed his hands on my hips and drew me to him so I could feel his cock pressing against me. “Right now.”

“Here?” I replied. “In front of everyone in the club?”

Many of the customers preferred privacy, but others didn't. Some nights, you couldn't turn around without tripping over another couple fucking. Or several, all screwing each other. As long as everyone was enjoying themselves and each other, Divina didn't care. We were making her money, that was what mattered. That and keeping the customers satisfied.

Dallas groaned in my ear.

I took that as a positive. I reached between us and ran the heel of my hand up and down his erection. He was iron hard already. Thick and throbbing.

He hurried to undo his pants until his cock sprang free. He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers around his length. Eyes half-closed, he thrust into my hand a couple of times before tugging at the hem of my skirt.

“I don't want to come in your hand,” he said. He scrunched up his face with the effort to keep from coming too soon.

I pulled a condom out of my pocket and opened it before rolling it onto him. I still worked here for another couple of hours, so I'd obey Divina's rules.

Holding him carefully, I stepped back to an empty couch to the side of the room. I lay down, taking him with me, until he was lying on top of me.

“I need to be inside you,” he said urgently.

“Yes please,” I told him. “I want to feel you.” His desperate need was contagious. If I didn't have his cock buried in my pussy in the next couple of minutes, I might go out of my mind.

He pushed my skirt and panties aside and parted my legs with his knees. With one push, he buried himself all the way inside me. He moaned softly, his lips apart, eyes crossed. “You feel fucking incredible.”

“She does, doesn't she?” Storm said.

“She really does,” Frost agreed. “Dallas is a lucky prick right now.”

“For now,” Storm agreed. “Later, it will be our turn.”

They sat down on chairs in front of us to watch as Dallas fucked me frantically, any ounce of control completely gone. He was like an animal, pounding over and over, driving us both hard to the edge. The second-rower held back absolutely nothing, just like he did on the field. Everything he had, he gave to me.

I gladly took it, loving the way his thick cock felt in my wet heat. Wanting more, more, more.

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