Natasha

Thank God Haring didn’t give Seriyah a tour alone, because after the one he’s giving me, I’d have to kill her. This is the best damn tour anyone’s ever been given in the history of tours, and I don’t know how I’ll walk through these floors again without mentally re-living it.

In the batting cages, Haring put on a helmet, and joined me in my booth. There’s a way to make it so a barrier wall comes up, protecting the bottom half of the cage, which I don’t think is standard. I have no doubt Miles Corrigan, or Joel Cruz suggested it, meaning I’m not the only woman who’s been eaten out while trying to use a bat. That knowledge didn’t dim the enjoyment I got from what Haring did to me, though. Not one bit.

After the cages, he led me to the roller rink, where I showed him how skilled I was at dropping to my knees amidst the 80s music and flashing lights. We shot a few hoops on the basketball courts, made-out on the fake grass covering the soccer field, and played a spirited game of Call of Duty, sitting right next to each other. We warmed each other up on the ice, and fucked while playing Skeeball against each other.

That was one for the record books, as I had a knee on each game, while he took me from behind. We both shot balls around, and through my legs, our tries getting more erratic the closer we came to well, coming. I won, but just barely.

Right now, we’re playing Strip Mini-Golf. He’s better at it than me, which is why he’s only lost one shoe. I’m down both shoes, and my top, but it’s far from over.

“I like the bra, Vixen.”

“Thanks,” I say, looking down at the overflowing demi-cups of my lace bra. “I have a reason to embrace my sexy lately.”

“As long as the reason’s me, I wholeheartedly support that.”

He misses his shot, and flings his other shoe off. “Fishing for compliments?”

“Always. My ego needs the boost.”

“No, it really doesn’t,” I tease, and then curse, when I miss my next shot.

I can take off my skirt, leaving me bare, because he stole my panties when we were fucking, or I can take my bra off. Haring’s watching me with dark, and heated eyes as I decide. I go with the bra, tossing it at him.

“I can’t wait to fuck those again.”

“Me either.”

I manage to keep my skirt—barely—by forcing myself to concentrate on the rest of the game. Haring’s got his red boxer briefs on, but nothing else. We could do some kind of tie-breaker, but we call a truce instead.

“Ready to get wet, Vixen?”

“Your abs are on display, which means I’m already wet.”

“Fuck.”

“Okay.”

We take the big staircase down one level, instead of using the elevator. Once we’re inside the doors to the water park, I look around in awe. I’ve seen it already, but it’s still just as impressive the second time around. The slides, and toddler play areas are cool, but it’s the rest that inspires my awe. The lazy river, and the wave pool look so damn real, they almost make you forget they’re indoors.

“What’s you’re pleasure?” Haring asks, standing behind me as he plays with my nipples, and thrusts against me.

I answer without hesitation. “The wave pool.”

“Good choice.”

He turns it up a notch, we each shed our last piece of clothing, and then we wade out, going far enough that we can’t stand without water covering our heads. We swim against the tide, taking us a few minutes to reach one of the side ladders right in the thick of things.

I grab tight to the ladder, and we wait for the current wave to wash over us. Once it’s calm for a moment, Haring thrusts into me. His legs wrap around mine, so his feet can grip the ladder as he takes me hard. The waves hit, but we’re both strong enough to only sway from the force, and not lose our grips. It’s sexy, erotic, and fun. As I feel myself coming, Haring propels us out of the water, and onto the ledge next to the pool. He pounds into me as he comes, roaring out my name.

“Sorry, but I didn’t want to come in the pool with it opening this weekend.”

“The only thing you have to apologize for is wearing me out before we got to the bowling alley.”

“No bowling alley tonight, Vixen. I have something special planned for you up there on Saturday.”

“Do tell.”

“Nope. You’ll just have to wait, and see.”

I pout to no avail. He’s giving up nothing, but I can’t help smiling. If his surprise is anything like tonight, I’m going to continue to be one very happy woman.

Haring

Even though Natasha and I are once again in a good place, I didn’t let up on the romantic gifts. Aiden helped me deliver little baubles, trinkets, and movie quotes to her over the past two days. He ribbed me to no end, until Ellie got wind of it, and reminded him that he’s a closet romantic, too.

Today is the grand opening, and I have one final gesture for her. The big one I may not need any longer, but since she inspired it to begin with—and she deserves it—I’m going through with my plan.

She walks into my living room in a black dress that’s all lace above her collarbone. It’s sheer with polka dots, along with some flowers and stars, ending in a little white pointed collar at her throat. The rest of the dress is solid black, with one of those flirty skirts I love, ending several inches above her knees. I can’t wait to flip it up, and sink into her, but that has to wait for now. Her hair is in a ponytail, and her bright red lipstick is like a homing beacon to her luscious lips.

“Beautiful as always.”

“Thank you. You look very handsome in your shirt.”

I smile, because it’s just a plain t-shirt with “C&C Fun Center” stitched over the chest. Nothing special, but I know she’s being serious, because she’s told me she loves me in t-shirts.

“I really want to kiss you, but we need to get to the opening.”

“Kissing me usually leads to us getting to the opening,” she teases.

“Out,” I reply, shaking my head.

“Later?”

It’ll be sooner, rather than later, but I agree. “You know it.”

When we arrive at the center, the lot has already started filling up. I keep Natasha’s hand in mine, even when people want to shake mine, or try to pull me away. I’m happy to fist bump with my other hand, and if they want to talk, they can talk with her next to me. We’re a package deal.

I have to let her go as we stand next to Matt and Reina, preparing to open the doors. She claps along with everyone else, but her smile is just for me. This is it. I’m apprehensive, but confident at the same time.

We open the doors, and watch the people rush in. My staff guides them into elevators, where they’ll be let off on different floors. Theoretically, each floor can hold around 1,000 people, but that would be wall to wall craziness. It’s better to split them up, and let them enjoy themselves.

Lots of pictures have to be taken before I can get Natasha into the private elevator in my office, and it makes me a little crazy, because I want to get her upstairs. She smiles when I push the floor for the bowling alley, and I smile back.

“My surprise?”

“Your surprise.”

We weave through the crowd to the Adults Only Bowling Lounge. It’s almost full in here, but the lane I reserved for us is waiting. The employee guarding it nods at me, before walking away. The shoes, champagne, and chocolate covered fruit I ordered are just where they should be, and Natasha claps her hands a little when she sees them.

“I’m not exactly dressed for bowling,” she tells me.

“Not a problem.”

I press a button on the ball return, and a set of clear walls descends around us, and the lane. She looks at me in wonder. “Haring?”

“Remember when you said you’d like me to fuck you at the bowling alley?”

“Yes.”

“The glass here is one way. All they can see on the outside are the videos being played on the other side, because their side is a giant screen that wraps around us.”

“But, we can see them.”

“Yes.”

She’s on me, then. Kissing, me, and pushing me onto one of the plush benches I designed with her in mind. I help her pull my shirt over my head, and she kisses her way across and down my chest, leaving her lipstick everywhere.

I’m not ashamed to say I just lie there, and let her have her way with me. It’s hot as fuck to watch her lose herself to her lust, and I’m definitely not complaining. Still not complaining as she drops to her knees, and takes care of my jeans. I lift up, so she can pull them down, along with my briefs, but this is her show, and she’ll let me know when she’s ready for my participation.

She pets my cock, and gives it little kisses all over. It’s driving me insane, and she knows it. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as they meet mine, and I can only smile back. My patience is rewarded when she slides her mouth down, taking me deep.

“Babe.”

She plays with me for several minutes, alternating between licks and sucks, before climbing onto my lap. “Fuck me,” she says, rubbing her wet panties over my cock.

“Nope.”

“What?” she asks, trying to pull away.

I pull her pack, and kiss her sweetly. “We make love, Vixen. It’s always making love now, no matter how or when I take you. Understand?”

“Yeah, I understand,” she agrees with a smile. Standing, she slides her panties down her legs, before positioning herself over me once again. “Now, make love to me, Haring. Hard, like we both like it.”

I move my cock, so it’s lined up right, and slide home. “Oh yeah.”

She begins to ride me as I hold her hips and meet her moves with my hard thrusts. I know she loves watching everyone around us, and knowing we’re doing this amongst them. She’s so damn wet, and my balls tighten as I see the pleasure on her face.

“Do you think they know what we’re doing?”

“Maybe. Probably. When we leave, and you can barely walk, they’ll know. They’ll know I fucked your pussy so good, and hard.”

“It’s so good.”

“Yeah, it is. You’re so tight around me. So fucking tight, it makes me lose my mind.”

I start moving more erratically, as I try to keep my orgasm at bay. She’s close, but not close enough. I need her to come.

“Play with your clit, babe. Like when you let me watch. Play with it, and then come for me while I fill your pussy up.”

Her hand disappears under her skirt, and as I watch it move, my balls fill to bursting. I’m not going to hold out much longer, but then she’s there. She’s screaming out my name as she takes my cock as deep as humanly possible. It’s what I need. It’s all I need, because I’m thrusting so hard I think my cock’s going to break off as I spill my cum into her.

I don’t stop. Even when I feel like if I keep going, I might pass out, I don’t stop coming. She’s right there with me, going over the edge again, and it’s all I can do to hold onto consciousness.

“What was that? Haring, you have been holding out on me, and I am not okay with that.”

“Me? You practically fucked my cock off right now. I’m not even sure how it’s still attached to my body.”

“I thought there was no more fucking.”

“I thought so too, but I don’t know what else to call what you did to me.”

“I’ll kiss yours better if you kiss mine.”

“Deal.”

We laugh, and kiss while we try to recover from what we did to each other. I may have to permanently reserve this lane, or make it a shrine to Natasha’s pussy. No, not a shrine, because no one else needs to know how perfect it is. I’m definitely going to reserve it, though. I don’t want anyone else in here, but us.

“I think I can walk now,” she tells me, getting to her feet.

“Then my work here is definitely not done,” I say as I use my regained strength to pick her up, and bend her over the bench.

“If we ever break up again, I’m keeping your cock in the separation settlement,” she says, as I thrust into her.

“Only if I get to keep this pussy.”

“We’re never breaking up again.”

“Never.”