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“You’ve only ever been with me. And I get pretty regular testing and am on the pill. Please.” She rocks up and I sink in another inch, my ears going off line as the sounds around us blink off and then back on.
“Vera.” That’s all I can say, her name on repeat. A mantra. I tip my hips into hers and watch her chin come up, the long line of her throat bared just for my mouth. I suck the curve where her shoulder meets her neck and pull back out, only to thrust all the way back in. I bottom out and we both moan.
“I’m not going to last,” I warn her alongside another long thrust that has my eyes rolling back.
“That’s okay.” She kisses my eyelids, my nose, my mouth. “This is called a quickie. Get us both off and then we can go for round two back at the hotel.”
Anything she wants. Anything.
It’s hers.
I pull out until just the tip of my cock nestles in her pretty little pussy. I look down at how she stretches around me, pink, and warm, and wet, and this was a mistake, a huge one. I shouldn’t have looked. It’s too much. She’s too much. She’s everything.
I slam back into her, punching my hips in rough thrusts as I drop a hand to her clit, circling around it just like she taughtme. One of her hands pinches her nipple and I can feel my balls pulling up, tightening, the pressure coiling in the center of my abdomen.
“Vera,” I choke on her name. “I’m gonna…”
Her body clamps down like a vice, and if I had any chance of holding out, it’s gone. I’m mindless, rutting into her in short, brutal thrusts as she drains ever drop of cum from my body.
And with an angry screech, the chain on the swing snaps and we’re both dumped unceremoniously to the ground.
Hours, or maybe minutes later, I lift my head off her chest to look into her face. Her eyes are closed, even as her nails scratch lightly along my scalp. Her skin is flushed, her freckles shining under a thin layer of sweat, and she’s humming…
“Is that O Canada?” I ask her and her eyes pop open. I’m still half hard inside her and she shifts as she smiles, making my eyes snap shut as I groan.
“It makes me think of you,” she says, and I lean down to kiss her. Lost in the feel of her around my dick, under my body, inside my mouth.
“I love you.”
There’s a slam of a door from inside the house and I belatedly recognize the garage door moving.
“Shit,” I say, as Vera shakes with laughter.
“Never happened, as kids, only to be caught red-handed in our thirties.” Her laughter turns to howls.
The living room light clicks on, bathing the porch in a golden glow and low voices waft over us.
“Don’t you dare go out there, Jack. Give them a minute to compose themselves.” My mother.
“You mean hide all their nasty bits?” Jack.
“Something like that,” my mother says, “they’ve earned some privacy.”
“If they wanted privacy, they could have gone back to the hotel,” Jack says, and then two sets of footsteps march up the stairs.
“You okay?” I ask, pulling Vera’s shirt out from under the fallen swing.
“Better than.” She winks and we pull our clothes on, even as I hand her my boxer briefs to clean herself up. “Want to go in and face them? Or sneak around to the driveway?”
“Most definitely sneak,” I tell her, grabbing her hand to help her down the steps into the grass. It’s a little overgrown. I’ll come mow it for my parents after Vera goes back to L.A.
We make it around the house and to the car without being spotted. I can’t resist grabbing a kiss before I close the passenger door for her. I’m rounding the hood when I hear my dad, sounding truly baffled, call out, “Viv? What happened to the porch swing?”
It would beweird to complain about a blowout win, but he could have sworn the Rocky Mountain Rush would have put up a better fight.
Quarry Creek headed into the last three minutes with a three goal lead against an opponent who hadn’t scored since their last match up a few days ago. There was something almost boring about trading passes, and intercepting easy misses as the other team scrambled to get their feet under them.
But a win is a win, and they would not look a gift-trophy in the mouth. Even if most of the team agreed the Rush could have put up a teeny-bit more of an effort.
