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I thrust up, sliding against her wet pussy lips, her slick dripping all over my cock. Her hand slaps against the window of the bus with a loud gasp as I bump against her swollen nub and I drop my hold as she rocks her hips faster on me. I grab her hands and move them to the seat behind me and then cup her face to kiss her.
“You need to be quieter,” I tell her through clenched teeth. My cock throbs painfully, teased and drenched in the heat of her. I direct her hips to move as I make small thrusts up, forcing us to feel every inch of each other. My eyes are squeezed shut as I try not to come. Sage writhes on my lap, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pants quietly.
I look up at her, tucking a piece of loosely hanging hair behind my ear. Her eyes are glazed over as she pants quietly.
“You’re going to look so beautiful stuffed full of me,” I tell her, my cock twitching again when I think about the first push into her tight pussy.
She tilts her head back. “Oh god.”
Her legs tighten around my waist and I glide her up and down my length, the red and angry tip of my cock leaking with pre-cum as she starts to shake.
Sage looks over her shoulder, and I follow her gaze, relief running through me when neither the driver nor Anna are looking our way. I lift her up and down, fucking her on my cock at a slow pace. Watching myself wrapped around the lips of her pussy, my hard length glistening with her arousal, I desperately want to turn her over and pound into her tight hole.
She leans back resting her neck on the seat before us, angling herself to drop faster and I stay still watching as she works us both. The confidence in every rock of her hips causes me to thicken further, wishing I was disappearing inside her with each drop.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I moan.
“Yeah,” she gasps. “Imagine it with your cum all over me.”
I thrust up, trying to relieve some of the pain from how hard I am. The bus rocks as we drive over a bump, causing us both to jerk in place and the crown of my cock pops into her tight pussy with ease. She gasps and I swell, coming inside the unexpected heat encasing my tip.
My breathing is ragged as pulse after pulse of cum floods into her pussy, leaking out around us because of my shallow penetration. I can’t look away as my cock softens, slipping out and my cum drips from the red, tight hole that it just filled.
Sage reaches down, running her fingers through the mess and holding up to see my cum smeared with hers.
“You came inside me.”
My cock twitches, already wanting to do it again. “I-”
A dark head of hair pops up above the bus seat near the front, and I quickly shift Sage off my lap. I pulled my pants up over my glistening dick covered with her pussy juices, ignoring the messwe need to clean. Sage pulls her parka closed before leaning forward and grabbing a towel that she discreetly moves under her legs.
My pulse quickens at the thought of her sitting with my cum leaking out of her. Her face is flushed as she looks up at me and something in my chest flutters.
“Are you still taking me home?” she asks quietly.
I lick my dried lips and nod. “Yeah, baby. I’m taking you home.”
She smiles, her heated eyes flashing with the promise of wickedness before she faces the window again. I relax into the seat next to her, pulling out my phone as I feel Anna's gaze from the front.
Chapter Nineteen
Sage
His apartment is nice, something I imagine a bachelor would have. He tosses his keys onto the table by the door before turning to me with a sheepish expression.
“I don’t really have anything to make. I’ll have to go grab us some food.”
I’d usually decline the offer, but I’m fucking ravenous after games. I had already eaten the granola bar stashed in my bag on the bus.
I shrug. “Whatever you want, I’m not picky.”
Fallon steps closer, cupping my face and kissing my lips softly. The gesture is so gentle and different from every other time we’ve touched. “I have the perfect spot. I’ll be right back, make yourself at home. You can shower if you want.”
He’s barely out the door before I accept the invitation to snoop. I make my way to his bedroom, loosely looking through what is thrown about on top of his dresser and smiling when I pick up a clear glass bottle that smells like him.
Setting it down, I glance around at the small ceramic dish to the side and admire a watch I’ve never seen him wear. A few coins lay at the bottom of the shallow plate with an old receipt and discarded pen. I feel a sudden qualm about rifling through his things. It’s a glimpse of his everyday life and makes me realize how little I know about him.
I move to the bathroom, not bothering to peer into his closet. Turning on the shower, I open the cabinet next to the sink and I’m thankful he had the sense to put towels there. I wash off the pool and our mess from the bus quickly, determined to be done before he gets back. Twisting one of the smaller towels in my hair, I rummaged through his grooming bottles on the counter under the mirror for lotion.
