Page 52 of The Triple Threat

With my concentration back on her, my lips brushed up and down the smooth, sweet skin of her neck and with each nip or kiss, her fingertips dug harder into my back.

“You feel so damn good,” I groaned. “Your dad could walk in here now and I don’t think I could stop.”

“Oh my God, do not… oh that’s amazing… talk… oh, shit Hunter… t-talk about my dad.”

I grinned against her skin and let my hand move up her thigh toward the hemline of her short dress. Her thighs were as silky as her neck, and my dick was harder than it had ever been during a make-out session. It must have known what was to come, because this was not going to end in us leaving the storeroom without me being inside of her. Unless she said no of course, but the way Ellie was pulling my shirt out of my pants with one hand, I doubted she wouldn’t be willing.

Then she spoke and I knew I was right.

“Hunter, please tell me you have a condom,” Ellie gasped as her other hand went to the button on my pants.

I paused wondering whether I did. When was the last time I’d hooked up with someone unexpectedly?

“Fuck, I don’t know.”

“What? You idiot,” Ellie huffed pulling away from me. “Do you not know the diseases you can catch? Diseases which can make you infertile and worse, you doofus.”

She smacked at my chest, staring at me while her fucking perfect tits rose and fell in a beautiful rhythm of heat and lust.

“I didn’t say I never use them, did I?” I reached into my back pocket for my wallet. “Just that I wasn’t sure I had one. Contrary to what you probably think, not all my sexual experiences are casual hook-ups.”

“Just most,” Ellie said with a wry smile.

I chose to ignore her comment. “I’m normally prepared with a box of condoms, some nice wine and maybe Sam Outlaw’s ‘Tenderheart’ on Spotify.”

Ellie laughed loudly and went back to unbuttoning my pants. “Whatever, now do you have a condom, or do I need to get on my knees?”

Woah.

Thank you, Jesus.

While the thought of Ellie’s pretty pink lips around my dick was a fucking hell of an idea, me being inside her topped it. I flipped open my wallet and searched through it.

“Yes!”

“Thank God,” Ellie sighed. “Much as I would have, that floor looks nasty. And for the record, I don’t believe a word about your bedroom technique.”

Feeling a wave of need sweep through me as Ellie pulled my zipper down, I groaned.

“I swear to God,” I replied on a moan. “I know how to treat a lady.”

“Yet you bring me into a cupboard,” she sighed.

Her eyes were smiling, so I knew she was joking, but even so, she was right. I pulled back a little and cupped her face in my hands, bringing her eyes to mine.

“You want a bedroom with wine, and Sam Outlaw, I’ll give you that.”

Ellie rolled her eyes and pushed down my pants. “Nope. I want you to fuck me, Hunter. Albeit with the smell of floor cleaner in my nostrils.”

Her hand went behind my head and pulled me to her into an amazing kiss, full of lips, tongue, teeth and the promise of mind-blowing sex.

I slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder and pulled it down to reveal the perkiest, roundest and most beautifully golden tanned tit I had ever seen. Hungry for her, my mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked hard.

“Oh shit, that’s good.”

Ellie’s back arched, like she wanted to give me more, so like the gentleman I was, I obliged. I pulled down the other strap and gave that nipple the exact same attention.

Fingernails scraped across my scalp as she whimpered quiet little mewling noises. When I nipped with my teeth the noises grew louder. She definitely liked what I was doing, and it made me even needier for her. My balls were aching as my hard on pushed against my boxer briefs and for a moment I worried they might fucking burst if I didn’t give my dick some action soon.