Deeper, longer, his big dick bore into me. My cream pooled on his cock and soiled the panties that were still wrapped around him.
The air in Piper's room grew humid and musty as we slammed our bodies together and fucked each other harder, angrier, faster. Beau tossed me around from one position to the next, like his personal play-thing, posing my body however the hell he wanted to use it.
And I loved every second of it, even if I'd never admit it.
“I'm gonna come!” Beau roared once he'd sampled my flesh in every position once, twice, or three times. Beads of sweat shook free from from his chiseled torso and splattered my belly, my tits.
“I'm coming too!” I whimpered. “oh my God, Beau! I'm coming!”
Beau pulled his big dick out—and the act of his withdrawal triggered my climax. Waves of bliss and ecstasy unleashed over me, crashing up and down my core and tingling in my extremities.
Beau scrambled to kneel over me. Gasping, grunting, dripping with sweat—the hockey player let go and shot his load.
He blasted his hot cum all over me, all over my dress and all over the bed sheets, too.
We panted for breath while the storm clouds rolled by.
“Shit.” Beau gasped at last. “Whoa.”
“Yeah,” I laughed, delirious over what we'd just done. I wished Beau would fall on top of me,smooshme with his solid weight, hug me, lay next to me, cuddle with me. Anything. Whatever. Because I didn't want to face the reality of what we'd done just yet. I only wanted to bask for a second longer in the orgasmic glow we'd created.
What I didn't want him to do was what he actually did.
With a fist to his forehead, Beau looked like he'd just swallowed a gallon of ice cream and was now paying the toll—a painful brain-freeze. “Whoa.” He staggered off the bed and fetched his cell phone from his pocket.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Holy shit, I gotta go.”
My eyes narrowed angrily. “Right now? Seriously?”
“That was amazing, Camille. No joke.” Beau hurriedly started dressing, hopping around the room as he stepped into his trousers. “We should've done that a long time ago.”
I laughed bitterly. “No, we shouldn't have. And we shouldn't have done itnow,either.”
Beau gave me a look and raised his palms, as if to say,well, whaddya gonna do about it now?
I stared at him, rage boiling in my veins.
“What?” he asked, faking an innocent laugh. “Do you want me to bring Piper in here before I go, or something?”
“Considering you justdrenchedher bed sheets with your disgusting cum? No, asshole, I don't.”
“Sorry?” Beau shrugged. “But I really have to go, Camille. I've got curfew to make.”
“Curfew.” I blurted out with a cynical laugh.
“Yeah. Life of an athlete—we got that game tomorrow, remember?”
“Right. How could I forget.”
“Maybe I'll see you at the game?” He turned that stupid charming smile on—only now, the effect it had on me was absolutely nauseating.
“Trust me, you won't,” I said with a sigh. “Fucking prick.”
He bent over to tie his shoes. “Well. It'd be a shame to let the seats go to waste. First row, right behind the glass.”
I didn't say anything; I only seethed.
Beau finished dressing. Without a word, he gave me a half-hearted peck on the forehead and left the room in a rush.
