Page 85 of Curveball

Kam rolls her eyes. “He’s the one who should be afraid, not her. My girl knows what she’s doing.”

She and Ripley both smile.

My chin drops. “That was an unnecessary statement.”

Layton and Arizona step into his private elevator. As if on cue, she rips open his shirt as the doors of the elevator close.

I turn my head away and close my eyes. “I really wish I hadn’t seen that.”

Kam and Ripley giggle and high five. Cheetah is pinching his lips together, trying to hold in the laughter.

Cheetah and Kam begin talking about going out to a club tonight. I quickly whip out my phone again.

Me: They’re going to ask us to join them. It’s a hard no for you.

Ripley: Don’t boss me around. I’ll go if I want to.

Me: Shortcake, your pussy has been screaming for me from the first second you saw me tonight. Don’t pretend otherwise. If you want me to make you come like you know only I can, then tell them no. While you’re at it, cancel your plans for the week. You won’t be able to walk.

I can see her face flush again. She stares at me from across the bus. I nod toward her phone and mouth, “Do it.”

Kam looks at her. “Rip, do you want to join us?” She turns. “You too, Quincy.”

I shake my head. “I’m traumatized from the evening. I’m heading home. I want to pretend like everything I saw tonight was a nightmare and I’ll wake up from it tomorrow.”

She laughs and moves her eyes back to Ripley, waiting for an answer.

She’s quiet for a few long beats before finally saying, “I’m beat. I think I’m headed to bed.”

Kam sighs. “You’re totally going home to that bizarrely long vibrator you have, aren’t you?”

The amount of pleasure I take in knowing she has a long vibrator should be illegal. I have to bite the inside of my mouth to mask the grin threatening to break through.

Cheetah cough-laughs. “You like a long shlong, Rip?” He subtly turns to me and winks. We’ve shared a locker room all year. He knows how long I am.

Ripley simply smiles sexily. “What can I say, I need it deep.”

I can’t help but smirk. “Mariana Trench deep?”

She nods. “Exactly.”

Cheetah and Kam instruct the driver to drop them at a club, leaving me and Ripley alone on the bus.

We’re sitting on opposite sides. The sexual tension that’s been building all night reaches new heights. My fingers physically twitch to touch her. My tongue wets my lips, anticipating her sweet taste being on them soon.

I slowly walk up to the bus driver and hand him a wad of hundred-dollar bills. I quietly instruct, “Keep your eyes on the road and drive around until you hear from me again.”

He looks down at the huge payday and grins widely. “Yes, sir. No problem.”

I turn around and stare at Ripley. She bites her bottom lip and squirms in her seat. She crooks her finger at me, letting me know it’s go time.

I take a few long strides toward her and run my fingertips up her long legs until I’m just under her dress. Even through the material of her dress, I can see her nipples harden. “I’m going to fuck you from behind on this bus with that dress around your waist, as promised. Then I’m going to take you home, tear that dress off you, and fuck you all night in every hole.”

“Quincy—”

Before she can finish her sentence, undoubtedly protesting some part of my plan, I slip my hand all the way under her dress and straight to her pussy. She gasps. Even through her panties, I can feel how wet she is. Applying pressure, I grit out, “Let’s not play our normal cat-and-mouse game tonight, Shortcake. Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is begging for my cock. Don’t even try to deny it.”

I move her panties to the side and slide two fingers into her.Deepinto her. I can already hear thesounds of her arousal, that’s how turned on she is. “This pussy has wanted me all night, hasn’t it?”

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