Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“What?” He looks over his shoulder at me. “We really don’t have time to get philosophical. Are you going to fuck me or not?”
I’m torn because the new me, the one who is open to whatever it is Lane and I are doing, the one who actually cares what happens to Lane’s job, the one who is wanting more than sex, is telling me I should say no. The inner caveman sex fiend is screaming at me to do this.
Having sex in front of a full arena? That’s … like ultimate fantasy.
“Oskar?” The need in Lane’s voice is what makes me break.
“Screw it.” I go for my belt and fly, undoing my pants as I walk toward him and take the condom wrapper and open it. While I get that rolled down my cock, I lean in close to Lane’s ear and whisper, “If we get caught, this is on you.”
“All on me. I’m already prepped for you.”
Testing that out, I sink two fingers inside him. His slick hole sucks me deep, and I buzz at the thought of taking him here. “You planned for this?”
“Well, yes. For days now. I was hoping to do this after the game while people were clearing out because Roe needs to be back before the break ends, but you looked like you were going to lose your head back there. So, plan B and quickie it is.”
“Lane … I …” I can’t believe he’d do this for me.
“You can tell me how awesome I am later. I need you to fuck me and fuck me fast.”
I pull my fingers out of him and replace them with my cock, both of us letting out a loud breath of relief. But it’s not enough.
His ass holds me tight, and when I move even the tiniest bit, ripples of pleasure shoot down my spine.
“Look out there. At all the people in the stands,” he says breathlessly. “None of them can see through the glass, but imagine if they could. They could see your long, muscular frame thrusting inside me while I’m bent over and taking everything you’re giving.”
I pull out to the tip, only to push deep inside him again.
“Maybe the DJ left the mic on, and they can hear the sounds in here. All the moans you give when you’re close. The slapping of our bodies meeting over and over again. The sound of sex filling the arena.”
Holy shit. I’ve never been this close to the edge so soon, but I think that’s Lane’s intention. We need to be as fast as we can, and his words keep driving me closer and closer.
Even though I no longer have that need to fuck publicly for the attention, the fantasy of it is still hot. If I’d known I could get this type of rush from safe public sex, I wouldn’t have needed Lane to babysit me at all.
But then, we never would have happened, so I wouldn’t change a thing. Because even though what’s going on between us doesn’t have an official definition, there’s no denying that Lane has changed my life for the better.
He didn’t want to change who I was. He could tell from the beginning that my front was all an act. He just wanted to rein in that fake behavior and have me be myself. He has given me what I want while managing to keep my private life private. And after years of having my sex life splashed all over the tabloids, I didn’t think it was possible to be a private person.
I have to laugh at myself because I am literally dicking out my PR manager in front of seventeen thousand unknowing people. So much for being a private person. But the point is, Lane doesn’t force me to be anyone I’m not. He’s shown me that my old motto of any attention is better than no attention at all isn’t healthy and that I don’t need to do that. Because he gives me what I want. What I need. And I don’t have to do anything for his affection.
He gives it freely. He gives his support. And right now, he’s giving all of him to me.
I slam inside him, over and over again, loving the heat surrounding my cock and only wanting more. At the same time, I want to slow down and savor this, but I know I can’t.
The DJ could be back at any moment. The rest of the game will start.
“Oskar, I’m close.”
I take my gaze off the crowd and see Lane jerking himself off hard and fast while I pound his ass.
“Where are you going to come?” I ask.
“Where do you want it? You want me to hold out until you’ve come and then get on your knees for me?”
“Mm, I was more thinking I want you to come in your underwear so that for the rest of the night, all that discomfort you feel will be because of me. Every time you squirm, it will be because I made you come.”