We can’t get out of the place fast enough. Back on the street, we leave our cars behind and hail a cab. The drive to Violet’s place takes us just a block past mine and Sean’s.

“Sucker,” I breathe, giving the street the middle finger.

Poor Sean. Stuck at home, probably waxing the motorcycle he’s about to lose. And here I am, on my way to a sweet lay and a winning bet.

I think I’m gonna like Honolulu.

The neighborhood we end up in is typical. Nice, with big lawns and cutesy homes. Violet tells the cabbie to pull over outside a yellow, one-story house. I’m out in a flash, following her up the drive with a throbbing hard-on.

We go inside without a word, which is a good sign. At this point, there’s only one thing on both our minds.

Violet flicks on the light in the living room, and I take a few seconds to check the place out. Lots of soft seats. Books. Walls covered in art.

“I have vodka,” she says, hanging her purse up and turning to me. “If you want to keep drinking that.”

I don’t say anything, just look at her instead. She’s less than a foot away, and when she swallows, I hear it.

“Do you…still want a drink?” she breathes.

I shake my head, taking a slow step toward her. Violet’s face tilts up, her lips falling open.

The beast is out. Twisting the back of her shirt, I press my hips against her and take that soft, sexy mouth.

Violet moans against me, her hands desperately grasping at my chest. I send my tongue deeper, and she loosens her jaw even more.

Spinning her around, I walk her backward, to the couch. She goes willingly, her hungry little body practically begging for my attention.

Setting her on the couch, I pull her shoes and pants off. Her pussy is already dripping, panties clinging to it with wetness. Growling, I lean over and take the panties between my teeth, tugging them all the way down her thighs and off her legs.

Violet is panting, her eyes closed and her head rolling back. Any hesitation she had earlier is gone. No shy girl here.

She drops her legs over my shoulders, and I dive right in. As I wiggle my tongue against her tight hole, she bucks against my mouth. More sweet juices seep out of her, covering my mouth and running down my chin.

My head pounds, my dick growing so hard it hurts. If I don’t get it out soon, I’m going to explode before I even get the chance to undress.

Pausing for a second, I sit up to help her out of her shirt and bra. Her breasts are round, bouncy, and perfect.

“Fuck,” I hiss. No more waiting. Jumping to my feet, I rip off every article of clothing on me. Violet practically purrs at the sight.

“Like what you see?” I grin.

She sits up on her elbows, ogling me. “You have a lot of tattoos.”

“There’s more to me than just the tats,” I chuckle.

Before she can respond, I’m stepping closer to the couch. Violet’s eyes widen as my dick comes closer to her face.

“Go ahead,” I urge.

She licks her lips and reaches out. I bite back a moan as her fingers wrap around my length and slowly start to pump it.

“It’s hard all for you,” I grunt.

Violet lets out a shuddering breath. Scooting closer, she gives the tip a test lick.

“That’s right, baby,” I whisper. “Do what you want.”

It’s just what she needs to be told. Opening her mouth up, she takes my dick in. A tongue smooth as butter slides along my length, and full lips rub it just right.

I grip her head, helping her by pumping into her mouth. Violet doesn’t back off, she just opens up wider, taking my dick till it hits in the back of her throat.

A groan rumbles in my chest, and I let it rip. The good thing about being in a house, not in an apartment surrounded by other people, is we can be as loud as we want—and I intend to have this woman screaming my name before the night is over.

“Lay down,” I command, pulling out of her mouth.

She does, her blue eyes flashing. Getting up on the couch, I plant my legs on either side of her shoulders. It’s a good thing the cushions are wide.

Violet knows just what I have in mind. Grabbing my dick again, she wraps her lips around it and gets busy sucking. I lean forward, dropping my face between her thighs. Her pussy trembles against my tongue as I lap at her clit.

Within a minute, she’s making muffled sounds around my dick. Her cries only make it better, though. It’s like a vibrator on my shaft.

Taking her swollen clit between my lips, I suck hard. I can practically feel her orgasm coming, while another hard wave of pleasure hits me.

My dick swells in her mouth, which feels too good. Another minute and I’ll jizz all down her throat, and I can’t do that. As amazing as this romp is, the bet is still number one. Over my dead, heavily-armed body am I losing my gun collection.

It’s agony, but I pull out of Violet’s mouth and climb off of her and the couch.

“Show me your bedroom.”

She leaps right up, pert ass jiggling as she walks around the couch.

Catching up quick, I seize her before she can make it to the bedroom and flip her around. With a gasp, her back hits the wall. Jamming my mouth against Violet’s, I use my whole body to pin her against the wall. Her hard nipples poke into my abs, and my dick finds her wet spot right away.

My tongue digs into her mouth, and she greedily laps back at me, the kiss sloppy and wild. Squeezing her tits, I roll them under my palms before pushing them together and licking a long line across them. Violet shudders against me, her hips knocking against me over and over. The end of my dick presses against her folds, but I hold back. Not yet.

I want to make sure I’m properly built up, because once I come, I’m not going to stop until every last drop is in her. I’m taking this body, and I’m winning this bet.

Violet yelps as I twist her nipple extra hard. Before she can even think of saying anything, though, my mouth is on hers again. Taking some of her hair in my palm, I lightly twist it into a ball. My other hand already has a plan, and is dropping between her legs and parting her lower lips.

Violet gasps and moans against my mouth, soft garbles that sound like half-words. I stroke inside of her, looking for that sweet spot. Once I find it, I let loose, fucking her with my fingers.

Her ecstatic moans flood the hall, and suddenly it doesn’t matter that we’re in her own house—the neighbors across the street can probably hear her cries.

The idea of others hearing our wild fucking makes me groan. I can’t wait any longer; my balls feel tighter than they’ve ever been. Pulling my fingers from Violet, I nudge my dick forward and slip into her.

Her firm walls grab hold of my length, pulling me in. I keep going, burying myself till my balls slap against her thigh.

Violet shakes even harder, but I keep her up by nudging my thigh under her leg and pressing her firmly against the wall. I pull all the way out and thrust again, using my dick to also secure her to the plaster.

Our groans rise and blend together, music to my ears. She feels so good my head spins. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer, but I have to. The more I wait, the more I’ll have to pump into her.

Her walls tighten up, and I can tell she’s getting close. Nails dig into my back. Tearing my mouth from hers, I suck at her neck, being gentle not even an option.

Violet shakes, bucking in between me and the wall. I speed it up, plowing into her as fast as I can. I can feel the scream rumbling around in her chest. It flies up her throat and out through her lips as her pussy clamps hard onto me.

And then, lightning strikes. I blow, exploding deep into Violet. My cum shoots deep into her, her soft body soaking it all up.

I pump my hips a few more times for good measure. She’s gasping, sliding down the wall. I push my arm behind her back and hold her up.

She’s still a rag doll, though, so I pick her up and carry her to the couch, where we both collapse after never even having made it to the bedroom.

Laying on the opposite side of the couch, sweat covering both of us, I grin at her.

“That was fun.”

Violet wipes some sweat from her face. The little pieces of hair around her forehead are all wet and stuck to her skin.

“That should have done the job,” I exhale.

Violet is pulling a knitted blanket over herself. “What job?”

I think about it for a second. Should I tell her?

I figure I need to. After all, I need to make sure that if she’s gotten pregnant tonight, she lets me know. None of that raising a baby in secrecy shit. I need that motorcycle.

“I know about you and Sean.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “Sean and I aren’t a thing. I told you that.”

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. I know about…the other thing.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

Violet starts full-out scowling.

“Hey, what’s with the grumpy face? Didn’t we just have a good time?”

“What are you talking about?” she snaps. “What other thing?”

I fold my arms across my chest and give her a smile.

“I know you’re looking to get a baby in you.”

Brief shock shows on her face. “Sean told you? That’s none of your business.”

I shrug. “He didn’t want to tell me right away, but I have a way of getting things out of him.”

Now, she really looks upset.

“Hey.” I sit up straighter. “I wasn’t trying to make you mad.”

Violet sighs. “I know. Thanks. You guys are best friends, right? I guess it only makes sense he would tell you. I tell my best friend everything.”

“Right.” I nod. “He also told me you’re not looking for a dad. You just need some…swimmers.”

Her lips twist. “Yeah. Things fell through with the clinic I wanted.”

“It’s good you have me, then.”

Violet’s eyes quickly widen, and she covers her mouth with her hands. “Oh my God! We didn’t use a condom. Why didn’t we use a condom?”

“Huh?” I stare at her. “Why would you?”

“Because I don’t know you!” she shrieks. “You could have STDs, or—”

“Tested just last week. I get it done all the time, so you don’t need to freak out.”

“It’s just…” Violet rubs her temples. “It’s not like me to just hook up without any protection.”

“How are you going to get pregnant with a condom?”

“I’m not…” She trails off, suspiciously eyeing me. “Wait…”

“Sean and I made a bet. He thinks I can’t get you pregnant before he does.”

Violet’s jaw drops. “What?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “One-Shot Sean. That’s what they called him, because that’s all he has in him. Know what they call me in the army? Frank the Tank. I—”

“Shut up,” Violet hisses, sitting up straighter.

The blanket falls off her torso, and she quickly wraps it back around herself. As if I didn’t get a good look while inside of her.

“What are you talking about, a bet?”

“Yeah.”

I stretch my arms above my head, letting my legs butterfly open. One of the windows is cracked a bit, and a cool breeze comes in and floats over all my sweatiest parts.

“Man, I love the weather here.”

“Frank. Did you two seriously make a bet on me?”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “What’s the big deal? You want to get pregnant, don’t you?”

“Not by you!” She waves her hand around. “I don’t even know you.”

“Damn. Didn’t you say that you don’t want a dad involved? Why do you need to know me?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Her face turns red. “I don’t know that you won’t change your mind and want to be involved.”

“That won’t happen,” I quickly say. “I’m not looking for a family.”

“You need to leave. Now.”

I snort. “Fine.”

I move to pick up my clothes, yanking them on as I walk toward the door. Violet’s behind me the whole way, the blanket wrapped around her trailing on the floor.

She holds the door open, waiting for me to leave.

On the doorstep, I turn back around. “You know, this is actually a perfect—”

The door slams in my face, cutting me off.

I stand under the porch light, thinking about everything that just happened. The clubbing. The flirting. The awesome sex. The load I shot into Violet that nearly went on for days.

All in all, the night’s been a real success.