Page 67 of Best Kept Secret
“You want this, huh?” I thrust a little harder. “You wanna come, don’t you? Here in front of all these people, you filthy girl.”
“Please, Logan.”
“Please, what?” I fuck her with my fingers, rubbing her clit furiously, her body jolting with every stroke.
“Make me come,” she pleads, breathless.
She’s barely hanging on, her pussy clenching around my fingers, thighs trembling, I don’t even notice the door to the bar opening until the place erupts with screams of “Surprise!” At the same time, a cry comes from Millie; she’s right there, and I know I should just let her finish, but also, she’s been an absolute brat to me tonight, not to mention these last couple of days, so just when I feel her start to crest, I pull my fingers out of her, leaving her gasping for air, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving.
Spinning around, she gapes up at me, eyes wide and full of lust, need, and betrayal, spearing me with a hard scowl. “What the fuck, Logan?”
“I warned you, Red.” With a cocky smirk, I shrug, bringing the hand I just used to play with her pussy to my mouth, rubbing my lips and tasting her on my fingers. Fuck, I’m addicted to her sweetness.
“You’re an asshole,” she bites out, glaring at me. But she’s not fooling anyone; she wants me now more than ever.
When she spins and goes to walk away, I can’t help myself. “Don’t slip, babe.”
I wink as she throws me a deathlike glare over her shoulder. And it’s the hint of the menacing smile curling her lips that has me excited because I know whatever this is, it’s far from over. And I can’t fucking wait for more.
Coach Draper is kind of like that uncle who has a little too much to drink at Thanksgiving and won’t stop talking about how things were back in his day. Dallas, Robbie, and I have been standing here, listening to how different things were when he played in the league. My glass has been empty for way too long, but I don’t want to be disrespectful and peace out to go to the bar.
“It was rougher, y’know?” Coach says, chugging his beer. “Less pussies.”
I nod.
Dallas laughs.
Robbie smirks.
“Your old man was the tail end of that generation.” He looks at me, and I try not to physically wince at the mention of my father. “Right before they started bringing in all the ‘rules’,” he adds, using his fingers as air quotes as he says rules with such disdain. “These goddamn refs are handing out penalties like they’re fucking Oprah giving away SUVs.”
My phone shudders from the pocket of my jeans, and I pull it out, thankful for the distraction. But when I see Red’s name on the notification, my hackles rise because she’s literally on the other side of the bar, sitting at a table with Fran, Emily, and Alex Henry’s missus. What’s she up to?
Red: You look so fucking sexy right now.
Confused, I glance across the way, trying not to be obvious, finding Millie watching me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, big green eyes glinting. I can tell she’s up to something, so me and my twitching dick decide to play along.
Me: Thanks. I know.
I watch her as she reads the message, her pretty face illuminated by her phone screen. And then she’s tapping something in response, lips pressed together like she’s trying to stop herself from smiling.
Red: My pussy is so wet after you teased me with your fingers. My thighs are all sticky. It’s taking all I have not to go to the bathroom to finish myself off.
Fuck. Me.
I know what she’s doing. And it’s working. A thick swallow works its way down my throat, and I shift on my feet, glancing sideways to make sure Dallas is still captivated by whatever Coach is rambling on about. I’m forced to tuck a hand in my pocket to try and adjust my hardening cock without being too obvious.
Me: What are you playing at, Red?
I meet her eyes right as her phone vibrates in her hand, and she looks down, reading the message, a casual smile claiming her lips.
Red: I’m horny.
Before I can respond, another message pops up.
Red: I want your fat cock in my mouth. I want to feel you fuck my face until I’m gagging so hard I can barely breathe.
I don’t know what the hell happens, but suddenly I’m choking on thin air, almost dropping my phone in the process.
