We exchanged pleasantries, introducing one another to our significant others.
Sage, whose belly had begun to show she was indeed expecting, gawked at Macy. “Girl, you look gorgeous. That dress looks painted on you.”
Macy smiled as I pulled out her chair, her cheeks turning pink to match the table’s floral centerpiece.
Music blared and servers were making their rounds, some with trays of wine, champagne, and bottled water, others with appetizers.
“You both had a tight record at UCLA,” Damian said to me and AJ. “We used to study your plays, your team’s formations. Glad to be on the same team with you guys this time around.”
The Ball was okay. Good food. Music. A great time to mingle and meet veteran players and rookies.
But I could not keep my gaze off of Macy.
Besides her long, blond hair and angelic smile, it was that dress she wore, showcasing her slender yet curvaceous body that had my eyes on lockdown, my cock jumping and panting.
Knowing she was completely nude under the dress, getting a subtle reminder each time the knee-high split at the front exposed her legs, well, I was fucked…or at least I desperately wanted to be fucked.
And while on the dance floor, holding her body close, I leaned in and murmured, “You’re about to get fucked in the limo.”
Her hand in mine, we made our way out to the waiting car, shaking hands, saying goodbyes along the way.
And when we made it outside to the limo, I told the driver, “Crank up the music on the drive home, please.”
“Anything particular, Mr. Stone?” the driver asked.
“Drake.”
I eased into the limo, eyes on Macy, who sat with her legs crossed as if she were trying to shield her pussy from the damage I was about to inflict.
Music cranked high, I activated a switch that raised the privacy screen as our limo sped off.
I slid to the middle of the seat, grabbing a gentle hold of Macy’s wrist. “Come here, baby.” I licked my lips. “I want you over here. Right on my lap.”
She settled on top, legs straddling me as I ran my hands up and down her back. I wanted to touch all of her at once, fighting the urge to bend her over, lift up that dress, and fuck her hard and fast.
My cock swelled, practically unzipping my fly all on its own, as she rolled her hips around me, mouth open, welcoming my tongue.
Fingers tangled in her hair, I hissed, “You can’t do this to me, baby.”
“Do what?” she teased, brandishing that spicy smirk, fully aware her snark held a one-way ticket to Fuck Me Ville.
Tugging the hem of her dress, I dragged the smooth fabric up and over her hips, exposing her bare ass. “You can’t wear this”—I plucked the dress over her head, my eyes fucking her luscious curves, and whispered—“with nothing but your ridiculously hot body underneath.”
Lamplights from the highway gleamed through the windows, casting a soft glow inside the limo, her bombshell body shimmering in the night. I could’ve sat there and stared at her forever, always mesmerized by her beauty.
I sucked her right nipple in my mouth, circling the left with my thumb, her back arching as her fingers pulled on my hair. “Oh,Lucas.”
Fuck, the sultry hum that escaped from her lips was like a direct message to my cock.
I’d waited all night to be deep inside her—fuck that—I’d waited since the second I saw her in that dress, and our night of foreplay was over and done.
“Raise up, baby, and turn around,” I told her, freeing my cock from my pants.
Back facing me, she straddled my lap and I guided her hips down, easing her pussy onto my eager cock.
She rocked up and down, her hands pushing on my thighs for support.
“Fuck, Macy,” I moaned, as she leaned into me, my palms cupping her breasts, fingers pulling her nipples. “You’re so hot, so wet, always so…fucking…tight.”
