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Accomplishment
A s far as Liam could tell, they took the long route. Rather than staying in the stadium’s bowels, she led him forward as if they were planning to sit near the railing behind the home team’s dugout. For a little while, they walked in the shade. But then they emerged into the sunlight, stepping back into the bright light of a warm afternoon. Liam knew that everyone, from Avril to the groundskeepers he could see working on the field, hoped the weather would stay like this for the next four days.
Avril stopped by the railing and breathed in the clean air, the freshly cut grass. She observed the groundskeepers as they worked; one was checking the grass in rightfield, another was examining the pitching mound. Avril smiled as she looked over the stadium, face flush with excitement. It was obvious how much this place meant to her. Pride shimmered in the stare she cast across the field.
Regardless of his seemingly endless ignorance, he had been to a few games before. Yeah, he’d been much younger, but he had sat in the seats arrayed out in force behind them, watched pitcher and batter duel for victory, and saw the Bandits both win and lose.
That probably meant that he and Avril had been in this stadium at the same time. But he’d been among the regular seats, while she’d probably been inside the owner’s private box. The thought hung onto him, and he envisioned himself watching the game with his parents, hotdog and drink in hand. Meanwhile, Avril, a few years older than him, was kicking her legs in a cushioned seat far above him, far more invested in who won or lost than he’d ever have been.
The thought brought a smile to his lips. It might have taken about a decade, but the two of them had finally come to know one another.
Drawing in a deep breath, Avril exhaled loudly. Spinning around, she pointed out the route they’d climb to reach a higher section of the stadium. Once there, they’d head back into its guts, then take even more steps to reach the upper deck, where the private boxes loomed over the seats beneath them.
Unsurprisingly, it ended up resembling a private lounge in a high-class club. In fact, there was a bar inside, though no one currently attended to it.
“Welcome in,” Avril said, sweeping out a hand as they stepped onto the plush carpet covering the suite’s floor. “Now, think carefully about where we’re going to fuck.”
Liam only rewarded Avril’s comment with half of a sideways glance. For now, he stayed focused on the lush room he’d been allowed into. Paraphernalia decorated the walls in force, including a case of presumably historically significant baseball bats, and historical moments were captured in the dozens of pictures hanging on the walls. Celebrating World Series wins, showing the team, the management, the owner. Even before he’d ever met the man, he knew what Rory Knight looked like, including what he looked like twenty or thirty years ago.
There was plenty of seating inside the indoor part of the suite: mahogany tables, comfortable chairs, and stools at the bar. There was a bathroom on the west side of the suite, several TVs set into the walls, and an open path to the outdoor but shaded seating, where those with Rory Knight’s favor could gather to see the entire stadium in uproar as the game played out. Thousands of fans, the players out in the field, the jumbotron, and team sponsors hanging over centerfield—all were visible from this veritable throne of the modern age.
“Well?” Avril asked, leaning against one of the tables. “Any initial thoughts?”
“You’re spoiled rotten,” he remarked, knowing that wasn’t the topic she’d been asking about.
“Please,” Avril said dismissively. “Other than the TVs, some new pictures, and the booze, this room hasn’t seen any updates in a decade. Thanks to my grandfather’s never-evolving tastes, it's practically retro in here.”
“Yeah, so behind the times,” Liam said, rolling his eyes. “I’m already ready to leave.”
“That’d be a shame,” Avril said, voice husky.
He tried to keep his cool. Outwardly, at least. As she stared at him, waiting for him to make his “decision,” blood rushed into his groin. He walked to the glass, gazing out at the seats on the ledge outside, then gazing past them. Then, back to the glass.
He glanced over his shoulder. “Why are your clothes still on, Avril?” he asked.
Avril Knight grinned and flicked her hat toward the nearest cushioned chair. “Thank God. I was starting to get a rash from wearing this asshole’s name on my back, even if it’s covered up.”
After pushing herself away from the table, she escaped the unintentionally bad Christmas gift he’d gotten her. As soon as it came off, revealing the smooth, enticing skin beneath, Avril balled it up and threw it at him. Catching it out of the air, Liam tossed it with her hat. By the time he’d done that, Avril had already escaped her bra. Like its predecessor, she also tossed it to him. He was only half as attentive in catching it, then depositing it by his gifts, far too busy staring at her voluptuous body.
“Just to make sure, this isn’t a really, really bad idea, right?” He glanced over toward the door, which neither of them had shut.
“It’ll be fine,” Avril said, grin widening. “I doubt you can make me moan loud enough for them to hear me down on the field.”
Grunting, Liam headed toward her. She waited for him, topless, beautiful, breasts so full and buoyant. He’d find a way to prove the latter in Fiji. For now, he focused on relieving what little pressure gravity could place upon them.
His hands started at her curvaceous hips, then rushed up her smooth, flat stomach, then hefted her heavy breasts. Indulging in their softness, he met Avril’s emerald eyes. Before she could mouth off again, he shoved his lips into hers. While they made out, Avril rushed one hand through his hair, then used it to keep him pressing hard against her.
His zeal was enough to force her to give up a bit of ground. Stepping back, Avril purred as their lips battled for dominance. His hands mixed force with skill as they kneaded her breasts, far improved compared to how he’d been when they’d first met. Avril retreated another step. Spinning them slowly, Liam directed her toward the glass paneling separating the lounge from the viewing box.
Soon, she ran out of the room to maneuver, stuck between him and the glass. Her eyes sang with excitement as he ended their kiss, then brought three of his fingers to her lips. Without uttering a word, she opened her mouth wide. She spent the next thirty seconds sucking on them, eyes brimming with lust. Once they were suitably moistened, he sent them rushing back down her gorgeous body and to work.
“When did you get so good?” Avril whispered seductively, kissing him near his ear. “Barely need any prompting anymore.”
“Means you can spend more time moaning loudly,” he said, which caused her to giggle affectionately.
“I hope so. Make my voice haunt these halls, Liam. Show me what you can do.”
Within minutes, she was using him as a crutch, gasping pleasurably as his fingers flooded her senses. Hooking an arm over his shoulder, she pinned herself to him, kissing his neck passionately. That eventually evolved into biting and sucking, which left a small mark, which would cause Victoria to raise an eyebrow when she saw him later in the afternoon.
Cause and effect. What could be done about it?
The effect of his current cause brought the first of a long, long line of moans to Avril’s lips. Her body tensed; her breath stilted. His fingers worked deep inside of her, bringing her toward her first climax. His thumb worked gently over her clit. She was thoroughly soaked by the first time she hissed his name and shuddered against him.
“Fuck, that felt so good,” she murmured, nuzzling against his neck.
“Ready for the next part?” he asked, blood thrumming through his cock. She’d felt it a few times, aware of how hard he’d become. “What you asked me to do to you?”
“What I demanded you do to me,” Avril corrected with a grin. “Let’s get me fully naked, and then you can pick me up? Turn me around? Take me outside?”
“That’s just a list,” he remarked, which kept Avril grinning as she escaped her shoes, socks, and shorts. With nothing left to separate them once he brought his cock out, he used Avril as a practice run for the goal he’d set for himself and Tess.
The muscles he’d developed over the past few months proved up to the task, at least initially. The voluptuous, beautiful Avril Knight left her feet. He took care to line things up nicely, their eyes meeting once he had.
“Fuck me good, Liam. Let your naughty Big Sis feel every strong, hard pump.”
Once he buried himself in her, they shared a moment of bliss, kissing deeply as it smothered them. With strong, languid thrusts, he stretched Avril’s tight cunt. She purred happily, wrapping her legs around his waist. He felt her calves flex, press into his lower back. She felt his hands dig into her phenomenal ass, the cool glass against her warm back, the large cock diving into her with each thrust.
Pleasure spilled through his body, and a vivacious redhead seized the opportunity to claim control. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, Avril ran her nails over his shoulder, then squeezed. Urging him voicelessly: faster, harder, more.
He could only oblige, body crackling with desire. Pure electricity spun itself through his veins, building, building, building. Ecstasy was on its way for them both. The glass behind Avril whined as their pace increased.
“Don’t, ah, worry,” she said. “It’s thick glass. It can take it.”
“Has it ever taken this before?”
Avril shrugged. “Not with me, anyway. You’re the first. Congrats.”
Liam beamed at her, affection momentarily overwhelming his lust. But only for a moment. Once he was done staring lovingly into her eyes, he kissed her neck, eliciting even louder moans once he started biting and sucking. She’d definitely need to wear a turtleneck or scarf tomorrow. But maybe not. By this point, would Anna really be shocked and appalled if she saw a hickey or two on her roommate’s neck?
That thought caused him to spend a little more time than he might have sucking on Avril’s neck. Based on her euphoric hisses and the way her legs tightened around him, she appreciated it plenty.
And he appreciated his muscles and stamina for allowing him to achieve his goal. The emotional payoff of knowing he could keep Avril in the air for at least one full round nearly equaled the physical. Almost. It still ebbed slightly behind, for his body reveled in the growing coursing through it.
“Keep going, Liam,” Avril moaned, beaming as she experienced the same. “I’m almost there. A little more, baby.”
Her urging absolved him of the fatigue he was beginning to accrue. It broke away like a shelf of ice falling away from a glacier.
“Fuck, Avril, I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” he promised.
“Good. Good! Ah, fuck!” She dug her nails into his shoulder, gripping him in every way she could. Her fluttering eyelashes preempted the rapid, slight convulsions of her pussy. His cock felt that resistance and, yearning to deliver its gift deep inside of her, refused to slow or speed up the pace. A lesson he’d learned months ago: find the right pace, then stick to it. Her blissful moans promoted the correctness of his choice. At the same time, the dizzying pleasure he felt was too good, too much. Avril’s moans were too much.
“Yesss!” she cried climactically, and they’d better hope no one was walking the upper decks nearby or checking the seats beneath them.
Soon afterward, he erupted deep inside of her, swept away by the euphoria shearing through him. It was an endless experience, and he knew Avril would try to one-up their shared experience next time. He loved her for it, for that unerring determination to keep things exciting and fresh. With any luck, and he felt like he needed less by the day, she felt the same about him.
Conjoined, sharing the fruit of his efforts, they breathed heavily. Liam’s muscles wobbled dangerously, and he needed to rely on the thick glass—glass that seriously needed wiping down before they left, or the next person here would find the sweaty imprint of Avril’s back against it—to keep them both standing. It was enough.
“Carry me to the bathroom?” Avril asked once they’d reclaimed their breath. “I have a feeling that a lot is going to pour out of me once you take your cock out.”
Glancing at the carpet, Liam understood why. After recuperating a little longer, he did so. And she was right. Fortunately, the suite had a closet full of cleaning supplies, which they used to cover up their lascivious activities against the window. And the ones that took place in the bathroom, which was where he spun her around and fucked her from behind. And out on the balcony, where she needed to keep herself hunched down while she rode him on one of the seats, doubly kissed by her lips and the wind. Most likely, no one saw them.
Most likely.