As the crowd dissolved into hysterics over Georgia and her husband Kline’s office disaster, I pulled on Six’s hand and dragged her discreetly toward the far side of the parking lot.
Georgia, Kline, and Wes’s extremely public conversation had set the tone for my thinking and served pretty conveniently as a distraction. To say I hadn’t been thinking about getting inside of Six since the moment she’d arrived back in town would be a lie, but the suggestion that others were acting on it at work only strengthened my brazen resolve.
My Jeep sat waiting, and we had the time.
One-on-one attention seemed like the best way to make use of it.
“What are you doing?” Six asked in a panicked whisper, her tiny legs churning at a nearly alarming rate as she tried to keep up with me. The height discrepancy between us was alive and real, but I didn’t let that get in the way of logistics. I’d bend, I’d stoop, I’d turn myself into a pretzel. There wouldn’t be any connections of a sexual nature that I wouldn’t attempt.
A siren whined in the immediate distance, bleating into the open swampland around the stadium with overzealous enthusiasm. It called into the wind and signaled its arrival, but most importantly, it made everyone who had gathered outside of the stadium turn to look.
“Just come on,” I told Six as I used the distraction to my advantage, picking her up to span the distance between me and the line of all of our cars more quickly, and opened the back hatch of my Jeep.
Her glance was wary and her eyebrow challenging, but I bit my lip and winked in promise. Climb inside, it said. And I’ll show you all the reasons why you’re doing it then.
I gave her a small boost, assuring she didn’t knock her legs as she hoisted herself up, and I followed dutifully.
The silence of the privacy I created by closing the hatch behind myself settled over us and changed the hum in the air. Her breathing sped up, and mine soon followed, eager to touch and taste and explore.
Navy blue and fuzzy, a blanket I kept in the back for emergency winter roadside situations beckoned. I grabbed it with ease and spread it across the entire space, laying the back row of seats forward flat to give us even more room.
“Fire-drill sex?” she asked on a whisper as I leaned my weight into her body and forced her to lie back.
“I couldn’t think of a better way to use the time,” I admitted. The smell of her perfume was like warm roses as I nuzzled her neck.
She smirked naughtily. “I mean, you do kind of need the practice.”
I narrowed my eyes at her game. She’d had to be playing with me. The connection between us was palpable—electric. Larger than goddamn life.
I sucked on her neck and licked a line around the shell of her ear before moving around to nibble each of her lips. Her coos and moans filled the tight space quickly, wrapping me in their cloak and hardening my cock at an exponential rate.
“No time for foreplay this time,” I whispered, shoving a hand into the front of her pants and pulling moisture from the center of her pussy up to her clit.
“Mmm,” I moaned at the feel. “Good thing you don’t need it.”
She giggled a little, excitement bleeding from her movements as she matched my fervor and stuck her hand down my pants in kind. The feel of her fingers wrapped around me was heaven, and I was a transplant from hell. Her gift would be torture, and I’d take it to the brink of soul-selling.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed as our pants came off and neediness took over. I poised above her, and my cock was rubbing through the wetness coating the skin between her legs. “I don’t have a condom. My bag is inside. And I doubt you have one in your uniform.”
I glanced down the line of my jersey with a smirk and laughed when I got to the end of the fabric. I didn’t keep condoms in my uniform, and I certainly didn’t keep them in the half I had left.
“You’re right, baby. No condom here. But I have one in the console.”
She froze momentarily and then rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.”
“What?” I asked seriously. “You’d rather I weren’t prepared?” I rubbed my thumbs across the bare skin of her hips for emphasis. “Where would that leave us now?”
“Blue,” she remarked easily. “And balled. But together.”
I laughed at her and climbed forward enough to open the hatch to the compartment in between my two front seats. The condoms were easily accessible and numerous, and I pulled one off the strip and ripped it open with my teeth. She watched as I went and smiled when I gave my covered shaft a couple extra jerks for her enjoyment.
Her eyes sparkled. “You like that?” I asked.
She nodded, the lids of her eyes falling down to hood them.
“I’ll have to remember that for another time,” I promised.
She nodded and watched avidly as I settled my hips on top of hers and pushed inside. My blood raced faster and faster with every inch I sank, urging my cock even harder as a result.
Delicate and shapely, she was miniature in so many ways compared to me. The length of her legs only just passed my knees, and she could barely make her hands meet around my back.
But her enthusiasm was greater than her size, and her willingness to take me until we were fully connected amazed me.
“You feel so good,” I murmured into the skin of her neck, breathing in the ragged edges of her sigh. “Hot and wet and tight… God, Six.”
“Harder, Sean,” she ordered urgently, but I shook my head.
“No, baby. Get used to me first. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We don’t have a lot of time,” she argued, forcing her hips toward me.
With two easy hands, I grabbed at the smooth skin of her hips and pulled her to a stop. “We’ve got plenty. Just relax. Let me make you feel good.”
She nodded then, easing the tension in her muscles and giving herself over to me.
I made an internal promise not to let her down and got to work. Teasing. Swirling. Curling my fingertips into the skin as each burning stroke ran higher up my spine.
With a thumb at her clit and my tongue on her neck, I worked them both in the same painstaking circles until her breathing turned tattered. One breath came out at double the pace of the next, and on the very end of each stroke, she had to gasp to take in enough air.
Sweat poured down my back and the windows turned opaque with the fog, but my mind was clear.
This was bliss, finding a rhythm inside her and keeping it until she came out of her skin. I’d find a way to do it as much as possible, for as long as she let me.
Her moan got higher at the end and her eyes closed, and all the tension in my back eased. She was close—I could feel it in the rhythmic pulse of her pussy, and I was free to let go.
Easy, steady, I pushed us higher and higher until both of our balloons burst.
Heat, fiery and delicious, spread through my body and forced me to close my eyes, and the strength of her cry pierced at the insides of my ears.
Tenuous and gentle, I gathered her in my arms and breathed her in, fighting to hold on to the high for as long as I could. Because when we went back out there, in front of the prying eyes of my teammates, I knew she wouldn’t let me come within a foot of touching her.