Page 83 of Penalty Shot

“Let’s get your clothes on and some food inside you.”

Without waiting for her agreement, I carry her to the bathroom to freshen up.

“Did you mean it? That you’re here to stay?”

“I’m wherever you are,” I answer honestly. Elise stands on her own but remains pressed to me.

“I mean it, Elise. I want to be with you.”

She nods.

“I want that, too.”

“Like, for real dating.”

“I feel like we’re in middle school agreeing to go steady,” she says with a chuckle.

“Well? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, Randall Haughland.”

Goddamn, I’m getting hard again. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, taking in the moment and thanking my stars that the one woman made for me thinks I’m worth keeping around.

I should tell her. There won’t be a perfect time to declare my love, but she should know how far my feelings go. How much she means to me.

But when I open my eyes, all words swish away.

Elise is on her knees, watching my cock grow. She runs her tongue along the bottom like it’s an ice cream cone of her favorite flavor.

My dick goes full mast.

Her tongue might as well be a string pulling it straight.

“What are you doing to me, baby?” I grit out, moving her hair aside so I can watch more closely.

“Tasting you. Tasting us,” she says between meowls. She’s lapping with gusto, and it is unbelievably sexy.

Her mouth wraps around my tip and she sucks till her cheeks hollow. I’m shaking with the effort to stay still. My entire body buzzes with the need to thrust.

She sucks and draws circles around my tip before taking me further. Again and again, she twirls and dives. When I’m deep throated, my balls tighten.

Pulling back to keep from exploding, I guide her back to her feet.

“Get up here, Elise. Look in the mirror and watch yourself come. My girlfriend is about to get a pounding.”

“Yes, sir,” she coos and faces the counter.

I grip her hips to cant her ass at the perfect angle and plunge.

In the mirror, we both fall apart.

Opening night is usually when the director’s job is good and done.

The play is in the hands of the production cast and crew. No one controls the reception of the audience and the reviewers. Letting go of something that I’ve directed for months is a challenge, but there’s no choice. That’s theater.

But as the playwright, my other duties are in full swing. The local interviews were quick and mostly soundbites. What required extensive time and effort were the schmoozing sessions.

Leading up to tonight, I’ve attended lunches and receptions and “meet and greets” with the theater board of directors and high-class patrons. Rich people, in other words. People who not only buy season tickets, they also coerce their friends to do it as a matter of status. VIP treatment includes access to me and the stars of the show. Nevermind that we should be focusing on the performance, this is when they want a piece of us.