Page 105 of Penalty Shot

“Good. Remember how grateful you are when I’m fucking you, because this isn’t going to be pretty.”

He switches places with me and turns me to face the trunk. One forearm protects my breasts while his other hand finds the edge of my underwear under the summer dress.

“I’m gonna check how wet this grateful pussy is for me, Elise. Are you OK with that?” he murmurs from behind me.

“Yes, sir,” I pant, signaling that I want this to go further.

Randall finds my soaked seam, using a rough knuckle to create the friction I’m seeking. This time I whimper and wiggle because I want more. My body is greedy for him. My ass cants up to seek his hardness, while my center clenches around his fingers.

“Goddamn, Elise,” he mutters. “You’re really gonna let me bend you over and fuck you here, baby?”

“I need you, Randall. I can’t wait. Please.” I whisper the words deliriously. When I hear the clank of his belt’s release, a sob of relief escapes.

The smooth head of his cock crests my entrance and I push back, sheathing him completely.

“Fuck, you take me so good,” he mumbles while grinding our bodies. His hardness penetrates deep and stirs every erotic nerve ending.

The thrilling open air, the knowledge that this is our last night in the city, and the overwhelming emotions I feel for Randall push me close to the edge. I nearly scream, but his hand clamps over my mouth.

Hard and gyrating behind me, Randall puts his lips against my ear toshushme. I hear the footsteps over gravel path before I get the whiff of marijuana.

I tense up, unsure what to do if the noise or smell comes closer.

Meanwhile, Randall’s hand remains on my mouth and his cock is glorious steel inside me. Delicious tension is near its boiling point. I swirl my ass, a wordless request for more, more, more.

He bites into my neck as a reprimand and uses the tips of his fingers to fondle my clit as a reward. It feels surreal to be worked into a state of sensual bliss while under a tree in a random park, with strangers steps away. The contradiction of our lewd behavior and his loving touch sends me over the edge.

To stop myself from even the hint of a muffled scream, I move my lips to take two of his fingers and suck hard. Randall presses against my clit more insistently, drawing out my pleasure. I crest at the peak of my climax, and he bends his knees and fucks up into me. The change in angle deepens our contact. My channel milks the last of his restraint. Randall’s pulsing eruption fills me so completely, it runs down my inner thighs.

When our orgasms abate, we focus on slowing down our breathing. The chatter and smell of other people are gone, replaced by the sound of leaves rustling and the scattering of squirrels.

As quietly as we can and with grins to light up the darkness, we dress together. Just as I comb down my nest of hair with fingers, a flash of light cuts across Randall’s face.

“Hey! Get out of there!” A booming voice snaps the spell of our afterglow.

“Oh, shit!” we say together. Holding hands, we burst out of the thicket, away from the source of light.

Like two kids on an adventure, we laugh and run in the summer night. More accurately, I run as fast as I can while Randall lightly jogs beside me.

I make the mistake of turning around to see that the voice and light came from a uniformed guard.

“Hop on!” Randall says, still laughing. He’s bent down so I can ride him, piggyback style.

That’s what I do. Hold on tight and let the love of my life carry me away.

It happens quickly, but not quick enough. Elise has officially taken up a full dresser and part of the walk-in closet.

If tonight goes as planned, she’ll fully move in before the hockey season begins.

Those rules about keeping things casual seem light-years past. We’re so beyond sharing a bed.

It’s time to share a home.

“That doesn’t look right,” Beatrice says to me and her husband Logan.

I hired her to turn the downstairs bedroom into Elise’s theater-inspired writing cave. It used to be my sort-of-office, but I’ve moved my lame desk to the upstairs guest bedroom.

Coordinating with Lily, I’ve framed some of my girlfriend’s vintage show posters to start off the décor. Everything else, Beatrice ordered and arranged.