Sunday night, two days after her birthday, Aly leaves the boys with Henry and Tori, and I take her on our first date. Only I don’t tell her where we’re going.
I blindfold her on my bike, and when we get off, I make her keep it on.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I tell her.
We walk, and though I know it’s difficult for her to trust anyone enough to blindfold her, she trusts me apparently.
The sun’s setting. It’s low on the track, bathing it in a soft orange glow. I think she knows where we’re at, if not for the smells of the track that never quite leave this place, but for the uneven ground and the goddamn pothole to the left of the bleachers I still have yet to fill in despite three people twisting their ankle on it.
Once we’re at the exact spot I want, I don’t take it off right away. Instead, I watch her for a moment, standing there in a low-cut black top, and jeans. Heels on, she looks fucking sexy as hell, and I’m thinking maybe fucking her against the side of the office building might work out pretty nice for me. That’s a good date, right?
Maybe not for our first date, but let’s not count that fantasy out yet. I release the blindfold and step back away from her. “Okay, open your eyes.”
She smiles and then looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and you know, I get this look often. “This is our date?”
“Well, yeah.” I lean my shoulder into the metal beam of the grandstands. “I first kissed you under these bleachers.” I give a nod, waiting. “That’s pretty fuckin’ romantic if you ask me.”
It takes Aly a moment, reliving, maybe, but then her expression warms and she sees the significance of why I led her here for our date. She moves closer to me, winding her arms around my neck. “And let me guess, you want to get to turn four now?”
My fingertips squeeze her hips, growling into the side of her neck. “At least give me the apron of turn three, and we’ll take the rest back to my place.”
She draws back, searching my face. “Your place?”
“Yep.” I kiss her cheek, her top lip, then her bottom carefully, and then I glide my lips along the curve of her jaw until I’m at her ear where I whisper, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you in my childhood bed.”
Her eyes brighten. “You’re living at your dad’s place now?”
I shrug. “Just until I can figure out what I’m doing with it. Henry said something about Tori’s sister needing a house to rent or he was kicking her out. Thought about putting it up for rent.” I pull her in, wrapping my arms around her. “So whatta say? Wanna test out the bed?”
Her cheeks warm in the cutest way. “I’m kinda partial to the trailer and minivan now.”
“Oh yeah?” I tip my head the direction of the pits. “The trailer’s over there. Say the word.”
Something in her changes and I’m not about to complain, but she literally fucking attacks me under the grandstands.
Resting my hand on her jaw, I lean in and kiss her, deepening the kiss. Sighing, I pull back, my mouth lingering over the top of her ear. “You’re hot when you take control.”
Aly angles her mouth to mine, inviting the kiss, her fingers working their way to my temple, running her fingers through my hair.
A stifled moan works its way from me at the gesture, and I tighten my grip on her hips and press my mouth more firmly against hers. Her hands sweep back down along my jaw.
My mouth moves frantically from her ear to her neck and down her collarbone, before returning urgently to her mouth and with need to the next spot.
Stepping back, I yank my shirt over my head and return with just as much need as before. She grabs onto me anywhere she can, hands fisting in the band of my jeans, sweeping up over my arms, and grabbing my biceps. “You really want to out here?”
She doesn’t say anything and slides slightly against the wall, losing her footing. That shifts our position. Her knees part and I press my cock into her center, the gravel beneath our feet crunching at the change.
My hardness between her legs entices a moan from her, and I grasp the backs of her legs, lifting her up to wrap around my waist.
Without breaking the kiss, my mouth is back to her neck. It’s then I grind into her, pleasure shooting throughout my body. My heart hammers in my chest, and breathing escaping me entirely. I can’t help myself, my hips move again, making more direct, persistent contact with her.
I groan in her ear, a noise somewhere between a gasp and a groan, as her body answers mine. “I can’t wait any longer. We either do it here, or I’m taking you to my trailer.”
“Here,” she begs, breathless and squirming, arching and rubbing her pussy all over my cock straining against my jeans.
I let go of her, my hands on my belt buckle. I manage to get my jeans down around my ankles and hers off completely, and a condom on when she’s looking at me.
Climbing my body, I give her a lift, hands low, holding her there. She lowers herself, allowing me to glide inside her. Both of us gasp.
Once I’m inside her, it’s fast and desperate. I want to slow it down, but I know I can’t. She’s holding on to my shoulders, but her legs keep slipping and the more they slip, the harder it is, but it doesn’t stop us. We’re getting pretty good at fucking in some strange locations.
Aly’s like a fucking wild animal, clawing at me, moaning, arching, her head back against the wall, and I swear to God she comes within the first minute.
I don’t last long. The sight of her in the midst of an orgasm always gets me off.
It’s over just as quickly as it starts and when I’m still inside her, she drifts her hand up the side of my face, along the edges of my cheeks and for a split second, I don’t know what she’s thinking. And I don’t ask, either.
She’s quiet, still holding onto me until I drop her legs. Her cheeks break out into a fire, waiting to see what I’m going say.
I smile. “Not bad for a first date. Didn’t even get to dinner.”
“Yeah.” She bites her bottom lip, righting her jeans. “Guess I got a little carried away.”
I lean in, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Just so you know, I installed cameras the other day.”
She gasps and smacks me on the side of the goddamn head. “Are you serious?”
Rubbing my head, I scowl at her and back away. “Yep.”