She tastes like a cherry popsicle on a hot summer day.
My favorite.
I wasn’t sure how she’d respond to my kiss, but we weren’t getting anywhere by talking. Darcy was skittish; I want to prove that I’m worth trusting. That she’s all I want.
Clearly, her past hasn’t been the great with men—used to being overlooked. I understood the feeling all too well, even if it’d been years since I’d encountered it. Something like that lingered—the memory of being chosen last. Or never.
Growing up awkward and overweight in school had burned the feeling deep into my bones. But I don’t want to hang onto it anymore or let Darcy do the same. Maybe together we can overcome it.
Her tongue shyly brushes against mine, and the blood pounds in my chest. Running a hand down her back, I cup her ass and urge her forward against my hard-on, the truth of my need for her on full display. Her breath catches at the action, but her nails dig into my shoulders for purchase as her body works against mine. The slight pain serves as proof that she wants me, too.
I wonder if we can get each other off just like this; the thrill of finding out shoots down my spine. And a fantasy I’ve imagined when my mind drifted during games flashes in my mind. Breaking away, I trail kisses up her cheek to her ear where soft curls tickle my nose. “I’ve had a certain fantasy about being up here alone with a woman. Want to help me act it out?”
“What is it?” Her husky voice is sexy as hell. I can’t wait to hear it calling my name as she comes, and my attention drops to her slightly swollen mouth. That’ll be another fantasy to check off.
“I want to eat your pussy all the way up here while you look out over the city.” The crude request races out of my mouth before she has a chance to stop it. It’s fast—we’ve known each other for less that twenty-four hours—but I’m so hungry for her. And after all, I said actions speak louder than words, right?
Hard to argue that I don’t desire her when my tongue’s buried in her pussy.
“You want to…” She stops, eyes wide—flustered with red heat staining her cheeks. “Now? What if someone sees?”
Relief wells up that it’s not an immediate negative answer. “You know how high we are? One hundred and thirty-five feet. And no one’s around; it’s practically a ghost town here during away games.”
She glances around as if a spy is going to pop out to catch us in the act, but it’s empty. We’re little blips up here. It’s hard enough making out the game from this height. Someone discovering me on my knees for her? Practically impossible.
“It’s up to you, but I really want you to say yes.” I step back, giving her room to think, while my gaze travels over her curves. Maybe if she lets me eat her out now, later she’ll let me fuck her against my desk.
Hell, let the woman breathe before you become a sex maniac. But I’m tired of being a virgin; I want to cash in my v-card.
Today.
With Darcy.
“I may regret this, but…” I hold my breath as she pauses and takes a deep breath before releasing it with a shrug. “Yes.”
The biggest, dumbest grin breaks out on my face at her acquiescence. My girl just agreed let me go down on her—in public, outside in my stadium—exactly like I dreamed.
“So, how should we do this? These aisles and seats aren’t that big…” She looks doubtfully at the layout, but I’ll make it work. In my imagination, she’s sitting in a seat, but I’ll take her riding my face as I lay beneath her on the concrete. I’m not picky.
“Sit here.” I gently guide her down to Seat J. About to become my favorite place in the whole stadium. Once she’s seated, I kneel before her. It’s tight, but we fit. My back grazes the back of the plastic seat behind me, but that won’t be a problem for long. Not when I lean forward to help Darcy get into a comfortable position.
My hands drift up her bare legs to slide under her dress. “Let’s remove these.” Warm heat meets my palms, and she lifts up, so I can pull her panties down, stuffing them in my back pocket. “And prop your leg over this arm. Same with the other.”
“Are you sure about this?” I hear the doubt creeping into her voice at being so exposed and know I’m running out of time before she backs out of the whole thing.
Placing a calming hand on her thigh, I brush a light kiss over the inside of her knee. “We can stop whenever you want to, but I guarantee that no one can see us. And I’m going to make it worth your while.”
I hope.
I haven’t actually done this before, but I figure I’ll learn as I go. It’s just like kissing, right? Just lower—the sweet, sensitive center kept hidden. Her body should tell me if I’m doing it right, I think. God, I hope I don’t fuck this up.