“I see it, definitely,” I agreed solemnly but then pressed up on my tiptoes to take his chin between my teeth in a gentle nip. “I’m sorry.”
He stared hard at me for a minute and then nodded. “Right. Turn around, bend over and hold on to your fuckin’ ankles.”
I blinked at him because even though my body was already growing wet, my brain took longer to understand. “Excuse me?”
He leaned into me with a soft sneer and said, “Bend over and hold on to your fuckin’ ankles. I’m gonna fuck you in this cheerleader getup like I planned to do later tonight, only I’m gonna do it here so when you go back out and break up with that kid, you’ll have my cum inside you.”
A shiver ripped through my body so hard it unbalanced. God, he was almost too hot to handle.
Good thing I was always up for a challenge.
I glared at him even as I spun away and reached down easily to grab my ankles over my frilly edge white socks. Immediately, his hand was on my ass, kneading it under his callused fingers, palming the whole cheek as easily as a basketball. I was wearing full-bottom cheerleading panties, too thick to rip off easily, so instead he shucked them off me and the fabric disappeared into his pocket. Then he flipped my skirt up and ran his thumbs down the seam of my ass, spreading me open so he could see all the way from my asshole to the slippery slit of my sex.
He cupped the entirety of me in his big palm. “This is mine now. My cunt to eat, fuck and play with. Mine to take whenever I want.”
“Yes,” I hissed as two of his fingers slid inside me and hooked against my walls, curling and rubbing slow but hard in a way that had my legs shaking.
“This is for me, little girl. I’m fuckin’ you as a reminder and I don’t want you gettin’ off on it. You hear me?”
Oh God, I barely could through the roar of blood in my ears. I could vaguely make out the dance music as my fellow cheerleaders flexed their bodies for the halftime show. I loved the contrast, loved knowing that I was flexing my body, holding it open in a private halftime show for only one man.
A sharp crack rent the air a second before pain radiated through my ass.
“Lou,” he growled. “No comin’, you understand?”
His fingers played in the shallows of my wet pussy, dipping one inside then two and three, but never deep like I wanted. I was squirming from foot to foot, my face hot from shame and arousal.
“Yes,” I croaked because I knew he wouldn’t fuck me until I agreed and I needed him inside.
I listened to the soft clack of his belt unfastening and the metallic gasp of his zipper. As soon as his hands returned to my hips, I was thrusting back against him.
“So eager for my cock,” he growled before slamming balls-deep inside me.
I cried out, my shout merging with the cheers of the crowd as the teams returned to the court to warm up for the second half. My pussy convulsed around him, struggling and failing to accommodate his girth without pain. I loved the harsh bite of hurt, the way the head of his cock knocked against my cervix. He dragged himself slowly out of my tight pussy, even tighter because I was folded in half, and then gripped my hips hard as he slammed back into me.
A whimper escaped me as I struggled to hold on to my ankles, as I struggled not to come.
“Let me hear you, Lou. Maybe someone above us will notice you moanin’ and beggin’ for me to fuck you. Maybe they’ll get excited and come down here to try and find the source of those sexy-as-fuck moans. Maybe they’ll catch you bent double, takin’ my cock in your sweet teen pussy.”
“Fuck,” I cursed as his next thrust jolted me forward.
“My good girl is so fuckin’ dirty. Gettin’ off on the idea of being found out,” Zeus continued to taunt me with his rough voice, the sound of it like an extra pair of hands stroking all over my burning flesh.
I groaned loudly for him as he drilled me harder and harder, the loud slap of our skin and the heavy sound of my breath the only clear sounds in the muffled, dark space under the bleachers.
I jolted like I’d been electrocuted when one of Zeus’s thumbs slid into the crease of my ass and swirled my wetness around the pleated entrance of my asshole. Pleasure spiraled tight in my lower belly, drawing all my muscles up like a powerful magnet so that I felt my center of gravity in my cunt, my body drawn tight all around it
“Zeus, I, please, fuck,” I muttered.
“Wanna come?” he grunted, his thumb pushing hard at my asshole so it popped just inside and burned. “Does my dirty cheerleader wanna come all over my cock?”
“Fuck, yes, you fuckin bastard,” I cursed him through gritted teeth, then let go of my ankles, placed my hands flat on the floor and spread my legs even wider so he could fuck me harder and I could—finally—fuck back.
His chuckle was a deep, dark thing, wicked and prideful. “I let you come, Lou, you go out there and don’t leave this gym without finishin’ things with that fuck.”
“Yes, yes, okay. Just please,” I whimpered as the thumb in my ass rotated and he lowered his stance slightly so he could fuck up into me at an angle that had his cock raking against that sensitive spot inside me. “Please, you fuck, let me come.”
He laughed again, carted me up so I was only balanced on the floor by the tips of my toes and the arm now banded around my waist, and he said, “Come, then, Lou.”
I did, exploding at the joints and seams of my body so that I felt pleasure even from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I came so long I could feel my body unraveling like a ball of yarn, loosening from that tension of preclimax to the loosening of ecstasy. My breathy gasps and curses disappeared under the crushing sound of the supporters in the stands coming to their feet and cheering as the buzzer sounded for the second half of the game to begin.
Zeus finished silently, the kick of his cock in my cunt and the tightening of his hands on my hips the only indication of his release.
I preferred it when he roared.
He stroked his thumbs up the inside crease of my ass then palmed each cheek and gave them a rough squeeze. “Love this ass.”
“I’ve noticed.” I tried to stand up and felt the blood rush painfully to my head.
Zeus caught me in his arms before I could lose my balance and fall over but it took me a second to reorient myself against his chest before I could look up at him with a smile.
He was frowning. “You okay?”
“Well, my man just thoroughly fucked me to make a point so I’d say I’m fan-fucking-tastic,” I said with an enormous grin.
He stared at me for a moment before he was satisfied then hauled me up tight against his barrel chest and said, “Come ’ere.”
“I’m here,” I told him the obvious, but I pressed my curves even tighter against his hard planes and put a hand in his hair, the other on the steep ledge of his bearded jaw.
“Yeah, but haven’t kissed my girl yet today. Want you to wear my kiss on your lips so even though I can’t have you by my side like I want, every time I look over at ya in your sweet cheerleader skirt shakin’ those pom-poms, I’ll know it was me who put the red on your mouth.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “So kiss me, then.”
He did.
His mouth closed over mine like the gateway to hell, flooding me with flames and smoke, incinerating my insides until everything but my heart crumbled to ash and all I had left was a pulse that beat just for him.