Page 34 of In Too Deep

“Oh my God! Such cool shit,” he howls, rushing ahead of us like a five-year-old.

Coby, Caro, and I walk inside to the dinging bells and crazy music. Then we spot East already buying tokens for all the machines. Coby walks me up to the counter, and we purchase some tokens. Caro grabs some too.

“Caro, come play with me,” East calls, waggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Luckily, it’s in the middle of the day, so there are no kids—they’re all at school. She giggles, grabs her tokens, and walks over to the basketball hoops with him.

“You wanna play something or watch them?” I ask.

“I think watching them will be fun,” Coby replies.

We walk over and East grabs a ball, aiming for the hoops.

“Now watch me whip. Now watch me net.” East throws the ball. It hits the rim, circles it, and then falls to the left of the ring. It goes right into the catchment below, rolling down toward him. “Dammit,” he cries. Caro laughs.

Coby moves in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. His chin graces my shoulder. I nuzzle him. It’s nice to be here in his arms. It’s like this is where I’m meant to be. That sparkle is flittering through me, and I can’t help but think about turning around and making out with him. But we’re in public, and public displays ofpassionare not my thing. So I clench my thighs together and try to focus on the chaos playing out in front of me.

“This is how you get a ball in the net, East,” Caro teases, throwing the ball. It flies through the air and swoops down straight through the net. Three tickets pop out, and East scoffs.

“Lucky… you got lucky,” he murmurs. She chuckles, and he rotates the ball like a professional. “Nothing but net, baby.” He throws his whole body into this one, jumping with the force. The ball flings through the air, slamming the backing board. The board springs back toward East and smacks him right in the face.

“He shoots, he scores.” Caro bends over laughing as East shakes off the hit.

I’m trying not to laugh, but my chest jiggles, giving me away as Coby grazes my arms. I break out into goose bumps. My breath hitches. I chew my bottom lip as East throws the ball into the bottom of the display.

“This game sucks, let’s try air hockey!” East bellows.

Caro grabs her tickets and walks off with East toward the air hockey table. I go to follow when Coby turns me in his grip. My eyes meet his, and instantly, a fire blazes inside of me. I wasn’t the only one turned on by his caress. His eyes tell me that he wants me too. But right now we’re in public and with our friends. He moves a strand of hair from my face and pulls my body close to his.

“Coby,” I murmur.

He licks his lips and turns to the left. He pulls me with him. I squeal at his sudden movements. Then he drags me to the side of the basketball stand—there, no one can see us. He pushes me up against the wall. I gasp as he traps my head. I bite my bottom lip as my breathing hitches. The manager of this place could find us at any moment, but I just need to taste him. I run my fingers through his hair while he presses his body against mine forcefully.

“Lacy,” he whispers.

“Mmm…”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he tells me. I smile, and he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. That spark soars through me, and every inch of me explodes in a fiery passion. I open my mouth to let his tongue in. Our tongues move together in a perfect rhythm. Kissing Coby is the best. Add to it the endorphins of possibly getting caught, and this is one exhilarating experience.

He caresses my cheek as his hard cock presses against my stomach. I want him even more. I wish I could go further than kissing him, but I’m not that game in public, especially in a children’s area. I raise my leg and wrap it around his waist. He rubs my thigh, holding it in place, as his cock presses against my pussy through my skirt. Only the thin fabric of my knickers and his jeans is between us. As he moves slightly, our hips grind against each other as we kiss frantically.

I moan.

Oh God, I’m getting quite worked up as my body flushes.

“Excuse me,” someone chimes in from behind us.

I drop my leg as Coby breaks away from me. We spot the teenage manager gawking at us. My cheeks flush as I bury myself into Coby’s chest.

“Um… sorry, but you can’t do that here,” he chides.

Coby nods, holding onto me. “We’ll, um… just go back out there,” Coby answers. He wraps his arm around me, and we walk past the manager back out to the arcade. There, East runs around the air hockey table with his hands in the air, laughing. He must’ve won.

“In your face!” East chirps.

“So you won this one. Big whoop, you still have a small cock,” Caro booms.

The manager flushes and walks behind his desk while trying to appear busy.

“A cock that can make you scream my name in mind-shattering orgasms three times in one go, thank you very much,” East bellows.

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