Page 106 of Illegal Formation
“What, getting me fired?” I managed on a groan.
“Fucking in public.”
“They’re loading the busses,” I argued, though it was futile, my hips flexing into her touch. My body was moving without my permission, one hand braced against the wall next to her head as I slid the other between her knees.
She opened for me, letting me drag that touch up, and I muffled a curse when I found her bare and wet beneath her skirt.
“Then you better be quick,” she said.
It was all the warning I got before she whipped around, tugging her skirt up to expose her beautiful, perfect ass. I bit my lip at the sight of the smooth swells, running a hand over one before I gave her a playful smack.
“Hurry,” she urged.
My body was so spent from the game, every muscle sore, all my adrenaline used up — and yet I fired right back to life at her demand.
I fisted my cock and pressed it against her entrance, hiking her hips up to give me better access before I slid all the way in.
We both fought against the urge to groan, Emily’s nails biting into my forearm as she used her brace-covered arm to hold herself steady against the wall. When she winced, I slowed, maneuvering her so she could press her whole body to the wall and let her arm rest.
“Such a gentleman,” she teased, and then she looked over her shoulder, seeking my mouth until I answered her silent plea and kissed her hard. “Now fuck me like you’re not one.”
I wanted to groan. I wanted to scream. I wanted to fuck her so loud everyone in the goddamn stadium knew she was mine. Instead, I flexed deep and hard, hand around her throat and the other at her hips holding her steady as I pounded into her.
It was almost hotter than when we were loud, the restrained breaths and little whimpers of sighs she was letting loose. I reached around and down for her clit, hiking her thigh up just enough to give me the access I needed. Then I slowed my pace, digging deep and circling her clit in the way I’d discovered made her fall apart.
That was the thing. Iknewher now — I knew how to tease her and drive her wild. I knew what routes to take when I wanted to take my time, when I wanted to make it last all night.
And I knew exactly what buttons to push when we had only minutes.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered in her ear, biting along the lobe. “Don’t make me go there alone. I need to feel you clenching my cock. I need you to come with me.”
She stifled a whimper, eyes squeezing shut, breaths pained as she met my thrusts with equal urgency.
Just as she started to come, I heard a door squeak open two floors above.
I froze, heart jackhammering right into my throat, but Emily pushed back against me.
“Do not fucking stop,” she warned.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
I was so close to my own climax that I couldn’t think rationally, couldn’t reason with logic and do what I knew I should.
I should have stopped. I should have scrambled us down the stairs and away from view.
But fuck, she was so tight, so wet, so needy. I circled her clit faster, and I felt the exact moment she came apart — her nails digging into my thigh, her teeth sinking into my forearm to stop her from screaming, her pussy squeezing around my cock.
That was all it took for me to find my own release.
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to groan when my orgasm ripped through me, quick and merciless and as powerful as a tidal wave. A radio crackled above us, footsteps slowly meandering our way.
And as much as I wanted to savor that climax, we had to move.
I whipped Emily around, grabbing her face in my hands and kissing her so hard our teeth clanged.
“You are fucking everything,” I breathed against her lips. “I need you again already. I can’t wait to get you home.”
With that, I tore away reluctantly, righting my pants and jogging up the stairs to intercept whoever it was that was comingdown so Emily had time to get herself together and sneak out the door we’d come in through.
