Page 14 of Penalty Shot

“I think it’s safe to say, you’ve got the part,” I grit out while running my hand over her stomach, at the edge of her waistband.

When I slip inside her leggings and run a finger over her slickness, she bangs her head against the wall and moans.

“That feels so good,” she whimpers.

“Where’s your office?”

She says the last thing I expect. “I share an office with two other people. I need you here.Now.”

“You miss my cock so much you can’t wait, Elise? Need me to stretch this tight pussy right here, right now.” I swirl my finger.

“I want you inside me. Please, Randall.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull her back against my chest and suck her neck. She pushes her leggings down while I scramble to get my condom on.

“Guide me in, baby,” I groan into her ear. “Been so hard since the second you called. Can’t wait to fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”

“Yes, yes,” she mumbles, reaching over to grip my length. She glides my tip over her folds twice before completely sitting on my cock.

Her backside flush against my groin feels incredible. Heat and wetness choke me. Her head falls forward so she’s completely leaning over. I watch my cock between the round ass I’m grabbing for dear life. Elise wraps me in liquid fire. Her flowery aroma mixes with the heady sensation of our bodies colliding.

She matches my rhythm as I shove in a steady beat. Elise’s backside bounces with each thrust. We’re smacking skin to skin, my legs straining. I reach over to fondle her clit, because she needs to be there with me. I’m so close.

“Kiss me. Fuck, I need you to kiss me,” I demand.

She straightens up, her back to my chest. I lock her in place, one hand working her pussy while the other is wrapped around her neck to tilt her face so I have better access.

Our mouths fuse frantically, tongues sweeping without restraint, hips churning with each thrust. Her body stiffens before her mouth goes slack and she releases a low moan.

The pulses around my arousal are so strong, I have to bite down on her neck to keep from roaring. It’s bliss at the edge of delirium as we grind on each other, taking the last drop of pleasure till we’re both emptied and sated and sweaty.

The sound of a latch jerks us out of our slumped state. The rise of chatter makes us scramble to straighten our clothes. And feet stomping on the stage propels Elise into a darker corner of the back room. I’m hauled behind her.

“Follow that hallway,” she says gesturing down a narrow and dark path. “It’ll lead to another door that takes you to the next wing,” she whispers, while straightening her top and patting down her hair.

My cock is back in my pants, but I can’t quite process her instructions because blood hasn’t fully recirculated in my brain.

“Don’t I get to stay to watch the class?” I ask.

Her eyes go wide. She’s even cuter when she’s flustered. My wink confirms the joke.

“Thanks for coming.” A get a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you around, I guess?”

That’s what she said the last time we hooked up. “Sure, I’ll see you around.”

She turns away and strides in the direction of the main room.

“Elise?” I find myself saying.

“Yeah?” She looks as puzzled as I feel, because why the hell did I call her back?

To tell her how hot that was.

To ask when I’d see her again.

To thank her for existing.

Everything I run through my brain sounds pervy as hell.