“Shh...” he whispers, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that would melt my panties if I were wearing any. His hands roam my body, and I moan as his fingertips graze my bare skin. He growls, “So fucking sexy, kitten.”
Killian’s eyes darken, and he grips my hips, lifting me up against the cold metal fence that lines the field. “I’ve always wanted you like this,” he grunts.
This is where he’d probably tear my panties off, but I’m not wearing any.
“Me too,” I confess, my voice husky with desire.
He hoists me up further, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams me against the fence.
He enters me roughly with his massive cock, his tongue finding mine as our bodies move in sync.
The metal bites into my back, but I don’t care because being in his arms feels like home.
“Damn, kitten,” he growls, his hips grinding into mine with a ferocity I didn’t know he had in him. “You feel... so... fucking... good. And the sight of you in my jersey… it makes me want to fuck you until your legs are like jello.”
“Killian, oh god, don’t stop,” I moan, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.
His pace intensifies, and I know I’m teetering on the edge.
“I. Can’t. Hold. Off. Any. Longer,” I pant in between moans.
“Neither... can... I,” he grunts, and together, we shatter, our cries of ecstasy echoing through the empty field.
Breathless, we cling to each other, our breaths coming out in ragged pants. “Well, that was,” I start, laughing breathlessly, “unexpected.”
Killian chuckles, setting me down gently. “A kitten’s got claws.” He smirks, rubbing at his back where my fingernails made their presence known.
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, Killian,” I wink, deciding I quite like this bold, confident version of myself.
I swing my leg over his waist, straddling him as he lays back on the cold, damp grass, and take him in my hands, admiring his hardness. “Ready for round two, big guy?” I say, winking at him, trying to hide the vulnerability I feel.
“Oh, kitten,” Killian grunts, his eyes smoldering with desire, “I’ve been ready since you first walked onto this field. Ride me.”
With a coy smile, I lower myself onto him, his cock filling me perfectly, like a key in a lock.
I moan, savoring the feeling of him inside me. It’s been too long since I’ve felt this alive.
We move together, our bodies slapping against each other, our moans echoing across the empty stadium.
I bend forward, my breasts bouncing enticingly, and grind my hips into his , eliciting a groan from Killian.
He wraps his hands around my waist, guiding my motions, thrusting up into me as if his life depends on it.
“God, Dylan,” he pants, “You feel so... so...”
“Tight? Wet?” I finish for him, gasping as he hits just the right spot within me.
“Both,” he grunts, his fingers digging into the turf, his abs tensing beneath me.
The stadium lights flicker on, bathing us in their harsh glare, but we don’t stop.
We’re lost in each other, caught up in the moment, in the intensity of our union.
Neither of us care about the potential audience, or the consequences.
All that matters is this... this connection, this passionate, all-consuming need to be one with the other.
I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my naked back as I moan loudly, my climax building, coiling deep within my core.