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“Good question. I would love to get up and beat that bitch’s ass right now.”
“Calm down, Conor McGregor. I’m being heavily scrutinized at the moment, so you better fucking behave yourself. I can see the headlines now: ‘Ryan Baylor tossed from Islanders game, as girlfriend arrested for assault.’” He paused, sipped his beer, and corrected himself. “Ex-girlfriend, I meant.”
“Let’s see, shall we?” Amara pulled out her phone and opened Instagram. “Help my fuck, no she did not!” Jenna had posted a perfectly posed and lighted picture of herself at the game with the caption, “Ty finally making his NHL debut. So proud of you, Hay Hay! Always your number one fan.”
“Hay Hay?” Amara put her finger in her mouth and pretended to vomit.
Ryan looked at the picture, taking Amara’s phone and zooming in on her face. “So, I think I…yeah, I may have smashed her. I didn’t think so at first, but I think I did.”
Amara just looked at him. “I’m actually surprised your dick hasn’t fallen off yet.”
“So am I, to be perfectly honest.”
“While she was dating Ty?”
“No! God no, I would never! Party at my college, like sophomore year. Think me and a few of the boys may have…never mind. It’s not important.”
“Baylor? You’re an absolute hoe.” She chugged the rest of her beer, reached a hand over to his lap, and ran her fingers slowly up the inside of his thigh, stopping just shy of his crotch. “And I kinda love it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice laced with surprise and a bit of excitement.
“Yeah.”
“Did you maybe wanna, um, go get another beer with me or something?” he asked, staring at her hand in his lap.
“Yup.”
“OK then.” He got up, and she followed, shimmying down the aisle again. They walked down to the second-level concourse, which wasn’t as crowded as the one on the first level. He began playing mental chess, trying to figure out the best, most inconspicuous place for them to go. Grabbing her by the hand, he pulled her behind him as he spotted and headed towards a family restroom. “Knock and make sure it’s empty,” he told her, looking around to make sure no one was staring.
“Empty,” she said, holding it open. He gave one final once-over and quickly pushed her inside, locking the door behind them.
He turned to her and reached a hand up to her throat, squeezing gently, and leaned into her ear. “You want me to fuck you in this bathroom right now?”
“Yes! God yes!” she moaned, running her hands up the front of his shirt. His hand still around her throat, he pushed her back against the wall, kissing her, as her hands moved to his belt. She finally got it undone after fumbling with the buckle for a bit.
He reached down to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and ripping them and her thong down to her ankles. He took a brief inventory of his options: sink, toilet, changing table, or wall. “Bend your ass over and grab onto that sink,” he instructed, as he positioned himself behind her. “And try to be quiet.” She let out a loud moan as she felt him push his fat cock inside her. “That’s not being quiet!”
“I’m sorry. It’s impossible to be quiet with you and that fucking thing.”
He grabbed her hips and thrust inside her, able to go deeper because of the angle. She bent over even further and arched her back into his thrusts.
“You love gettin’ fucked by me, don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes. Yes!” she whimpered, as quietly as she could while he railed her from behind.
“See? You can break up with me, but we both know you’re not going anywhere. You’d miss this cock too much.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m in love with your cock.” She felt him speed up and knew he was about to go. “Cum for me, baby. Cum nice and hard.”
He groaned loudly, pulled out, panicked for a moment, and moved her out of the way. “Oh shit…fuck,” he laughed, as he jacked his load into the sink of the family bathroom at UBS Arena.
Amara pulled her pants up and giggled at the absurdity of what had just happened. “I’m willing to bet that’s a first.” She rinsed the sink, making sure to wash away all the evidence, then looked over at Ryan, who was fastening his belt. “You OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said quietly. “Come on, let’s get back.”
She cracked the door, and of course, there was a mom with two little kids waiting outside. She opened it all the way and walked out. The woman started towards the door but backed up quickly as she saw Ryan follow. “Sorry. I had…emergency,” he said, trying to cover his face as he passed her.
Amara had taken off, so he ran to catch up with her. “Oh, no you don’t!” he yelled, wrapping both of his arms around her from behind and pulling her towards him. “Leaving me to deal with that shit.”
