Page 43 of Bad Run

I don’t know what it is, the friction, the feel of her pussy surrounding me, her floral scent, fucking all of it, all of her, but whatever it is severs the last dregs of my sanity.

My hands fly to her waist, and with a tight grip, I fuck up into her, desperate to burrow myself deep inside her body.

The sound of our slapping sex, our gasping breaths, and the squeak of metal fills the air as she bounces on my cock, riding me as though her life depends on it.

My life definitely depends on it.

I slide my hands under her shirt and over her breasts, cupping her perky tits over the silky material covering them. Her nipples are hard beneath the fabric as I rub my thumbs over the tips.

Shoving her sweater up, exposing her luscious tits, I tug her bra down, setting her breasts free. I lean forward and take a pebbled tip into my mouth. Her pussy clenches my dick like a vise as I suck and nip at the tender flesh, alternating my attention between the two.

“I’m almost here, Lance. I just need—” she pants as she swivels her hips.

“I got you, pretty girl.” Her sweater falls around my head, cloaking me in darkness, as I move my hand between her legs and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.

Her moans and chants of “yes” grow louder with each thrust of my hips. With my mouth on her nipples and a hand on her pussy, Gwen’s body begins to quiver and convulse beneath me.

Spine-tingling pleasure hits me like a lightning bolt, sparking my impending orgasm. “Come for me, Gwen. Let me feel your pussy choke my cock and milk the cum out of me.”

My words send her over. Gwen’s body tenses, and her pussy seizes around my shaft in a chokehold as she comes again. The uninhibited scream she makes as her climax tears through her in pulsing waves is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck,” I growl. My vision blurs, and the blood in my veins pounds in my ears as I follow her into the undertow.

Our hips slow to a gentle rock as we wring out every last bit of orgasmic bliss together.

“Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life,” I grumble from beneath her shirt as I rest my forehead on her chest and breathe.

I tug myself free from her sweater and come face-to-face with the beauty on my lap.

Something inside me shifts as I stare into her lust-filled gaze. “I hope you know I’m not done with you yet.”

“Didn’t get your fill, Mr. Taylor?”

Don’t think I ever will.

With my fingertips, I brush the fine that sticks to her glistening forehead and cheeks back behind her ears. “Not even close. I can’t wait to get you completely naked on my bed, legs spread wide, and waiting for me to drink you in before I extract every ounce of pleasure I can from your body, until you pass out, exhausted and sated.”

Gwen swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, and with a breathy moan says, “I like the sound of that.”

As if she has a choice. I’m too far gone, and there is no way in hell I’m letting her go tonight. If ever. There is something about this woman that has me twisted inside out, and I am not mad about it.

“Good.” I reach for the back of her neck and slam my mouth to hers in a fiery kiss. When we break apart, my cock slips from its new home in disappointment.

Only after I help Gwen straighten her skirt and sweater do I remove the condom—tying it off and shoving it into my pants’ pocket—tuck my cock back inside my slacks, and call for the cab driver to drop us off at the hotel.

And as promised, I fuck Gwen until we both pass out, in a tangle of limbs and sheets, too drunk off each other to move.

fourteen

Lance

Present

The parking lot is nearly empty as the driver I hired pulls up behind a black Lincoln in front of the employee entrance to Evaders Stadium. Most of us guys take a car service on days we head out on the road.

This week, we play in Boston and Toronto.

Up ahead, I watch Reed jump out of the idling car in front.