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We pulled back briefly, looking around at the eyes that were watching us, not caring about their judgment but giggling about the attention. Her laughter was like a drug. I wanted more and more until my heart burst. I couldn’t get enough of her laugh, of her lips, of her touch. She was the most intoxicating thing I had ever come across.
“Maybe we should stop kissing in public bars. Do you want to come upstairs?” I asked.
There was no ambiguity in that statement. There was no question or wonder about what it meant. We were crossing the line we should have crossed years before. The line we both had fantasized about. The line that separated friends and lovers.
“Yes,” she said, purring in a way that made my chest tighten and blood rush through my body, warming me up and revving my engine.
I held out my hand, and she laced her fingers through mine. My other hand dug into my pocket and pulled out my billfold. I set it on the bar and took out two fifty-dollar bills. The bartender’s eyes went directly to the cash in my hand as I tossed it on the counter and motioned to both our drinks. He nodded.
As we fled the bar, heading toward the elevators, nearly skipping, heads turned. Curious eyes, judgmental eyes, jealous eyes, all watching as we reached the doors and she pushed her back against the wall, pulling me by the collar of my shirt toward her. I pressed into her, my cock thick and hard in my slacks, pressing against the seam of the zipper and into her belly. I knew she could feel me. There was no way she couldn’t.
Her breath hitched despite the smile that stretched her lips and sparkled in her eyes. An errant, curly hair tumbled down one side of her face and settled just to the side of the corner of her mouth. I brushed it away with my nose as I tucked in and kissed her once more. I pressed my body into hers, crushing her between the wall and me, and she moaned gently.
I didn’t care if anyone saw us. Hell, I wanted them to. I wanted them to witness the victory that made the one on the field pale in comparison.
She was mine. At least once. At least tonight. She was mine.
The doors opened with the sound of a bell, and I broke away from the kiss, pulling at her hand and guiding her into the elevator. Now it was my turn to press my back to the wall, and I pulled her into me. My hands reached for her bottom and pulled her, squeezing her ass, digging my fingers into the soft, fleshy skin of her backside.
In turn, her hand slid between us and down the front of my slacks. It rubbed down over my shaft, pressing against the zipper, and I watched her eyes widen as she brushed along my length. I smiled. She returned the expression, and I kissed her again.
I moved my lips to her neck, sliding up to her ear and back down again to her collarbone. I wanted to rip her clothes off right there, to fuck her on the floor of the elevator, other guests be damned. The car shook, and we lifted into the air, the doors finally having closed. I wondered if there were cameras in the elevator to match the wall-to-wall mirrors. Whoever was watching would get a good show.
Mallory kissed my neck as I let my hand roam up her side. Taking the lobe of my ear between her teeth, she bit gently, her breath going into my ear and sending goosebumps down my back as my palm found her breast. One thumb hooked the strap of her right shoulder and pulled down.
Her breast popped out, bouncing into my lips, and she gasped. Then the moan of pleasure that followed made me want to unzip my pants right then. I swirled her pink, puffy nipple with my tongue and sucked, hardening it. I wanted more. I wanted both. I wanted her naked and available. But I had to wait. The dinging sound of the elevator hadn’t reached my floor yet.
When it did, I straightened up, and she yanked the dress back up over her breast. We had to make it to my room first. Past the bar upstairs and the other players. And the players’ wives and girlfriends and mistresses. None of whom had ever seen me bring a woman upstairs. All of whom would be interested to see it.
I ducked us past the entrance to the bar and into the hallway as quickly as possible, but I was sure we were seen. I didn’t care. The code of the boys in the locker room meant they would never say a word, and it wasn’t like any of the girls would know who she was. Her identity was safe, as well as her reputation. I just needed to get us to the room. Then all hell could break loose.
We reached the door with laughter bubbling up between us and nearly at a sprint. Mallory had removed her heels as soon as we were in the hallway, and her red painted toes dug into the lush, full carpet of the hall as we made it to the end of the long path and to my door. I reached into my pocket to grab the key and fumbled with it until it slid into the hole and the green light went up. With a grin, I pushed the handle down, and the door swung wide open.
“Oh, wow,” she said as she stepped inside.
It was the Presidential suite, a perk of being the ace of staff going into a division rival game. I got the best room in the hotel. A wide, long, floor-to-ceiling window looked out over the Bronx, spanning three rooms, all of them lavishly furnished. A bedroom to the left had a double king-sized bed and a bathroom with an ornate tub, the living room littered with couches and chairs and the second room to the right an office with a desk that looked like the Resolute. It was a love letter to decadence and lavishness, a Kardashian approach to wealth with a gaudy golden veneer and chic black-and-white contrast.
She turned to me in the center of the room, her top teeth biting down on her bottom lip and her eyelashes batting furiously. She reached behind her, and I watched as the dress loosened. I shut the door behind me just in time for it to fall away, exposing her tight, curvy body, perky nipples looking delectable and lacy black panties daring me to remove them.
I crossed the distance between us and took her roughly into my arms, eliciting a giggle and a scream as I carried her to the bedroom. There would be time enough in round two to try out the furniture of the living room and office, but for this, our first moments, I wanted her in the bed. As I’d always dreamed of her being.
In silken sheets like she deserved.
Laying her down on the edge of the bed, I stood up and began to undo my shirt. She snapped to her knees, brushing my hands away and angling up to kiss me again. I met her mouth with my own and let my arms go limp as she unbuttoned me, yanking the tail of the shirt out of my pants and then pushing it off my shoulders. The cotton undershirt was no match for her eagerness as she yanked at it too, and as one shirt pooled to the floor, the other came over my head and was summarily tossed away.
Her breath was hot and fell heavy on my chest and neck as she kissed my exposed skin. Her hands were already moving down my chest, fingers trailing as she reached my belt and my zipper. I tried to help her, but again, she pushed my hands away, and I grinned. She was as eager for this as I was.
She unbuckled my pants and yanked them down over my hips. The slight relief of them being down let my cock expand a little, but the boxer-briefs still held it at bay. Mallory looked up at me with eyes brimming with unbridled passion, curiosity, and carnal desire. She yanked at the waistband, and my cock sprang out, long and thick and throbbing. She squealed in delight and wrapped one hand around the base. Her eyes still focused on me, she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed between my thighs.
Her tongue, wet and warm, slid along the bottom of my staff, from base to head, and swirled. I groaned with pleasure that came from years of fantasy coming to reality. She stroked me and took the tip into her mouth, and I let one hand slide behind her head, threading it through her hair. She needed no guidance, though. She seemed to already know how to please me.
Mallory closed her eyes and took me deep into her throat, covering my cock with her tongue and letting her other hand rise to massage my balls. I nearly came already, the ecstasy of so many years of waiting almost too much. But she pulled back slowly, stroking me just behind the touch of her lips and rotating her wrist near the edge.
Her eyes flicked open, and she moaned. I had to grip the baseboard of the bed to keep from exploding right then.
She bobbed back and forth, taking me deeper into her mouth and gagging as I hit the back of her throat. She couldn’t reach the base, so she pulled me out to lick my cock from top to bottom again and stroke me faster. Her eyes wandered up to mine with a look that begged for confirmation of my enjoyment. I grinned. She grinned too.
Then took me again into her mouth.
