Chapter 11
Ranger -
I stood in my doorway, hard as a rock, and sure the guys on the monitor were really enjoying this. Steph's ass in the air, and my dick threatening to bust through my jeans. Great.
She gave her ass a quick shake. Making me groan. Or moan. I'm not sure. She said, "There's a box. I'm checking it."
Tearing my eyes off her ass, I looked around her to see this box. "Babe, it wouldn't have made it in the building if it wasn't safe."
She popped up, and went to push the cart in. Reaching around her, I grabbed the box. She grabbed the dessert. Shocker.
Setting both at the bar, and grabbing Steph a spoon, we sat at the bar. Steph, eyes slightly unfocused, stared at the dessert. Finally, she stuck her spoon in and shoveled a "spoonful" into her mouth. "Oooohhhhmmmhhh." And then she did it again.
Box forgotten, I shifted in my seat and made a similar sound. She looked over at me, then down at my lap, then smiled. Keeping the spoon in her left hand, she lowered her right hand down to my dick and rubbed - hard. Holy fuck. I was going to embarrass myself really soon.
"This is soooooo good, Ranger." I had no idea whether she was referring to her cake or my dick, and I didn't care. She rubbed and squeezed, and palmed me through my pants.
At my wit's end, I looked over at Steph and saw she had stopped eating and was breathing a little harder. And her nipples were in the same shape as my dick. I pushed the stool back, grabbed Steph, stood her up, tugged her yoga pants down and off, tore her shirt over her head, undid my belt and pants, lifted her ass onto the bar, and pushed in. She screamed and pulled my hips closer. I heard, "Harder!" and I'm pretty sure it was her and not me.
A few minutes later, we were still sprawled across the bar. I regained my senses faster than her, and pushed up slightly to look at her - flushed and naked and curvy on my kitchen counter.
"This, Babe, is the picture I want. You're perfect."
She looked at me, and smiled. "Take it."
Sure I wasn't hearing her right, I said, "What?"
"I said 'take it.' I trust you."
Holy fucking shit. When my brain kicked in, I tugged at my jeans, grabbed my phone, and took her picture. Twice.
Sitting up on her elbows, she said, "Let me see."
Flipping her my phone and then taking advantage of her momentary distraction, I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my pants before picking her up.
Carrying her to the bedroom, I told her, "That's definite spank bank material, Babe. But I've got the real thing here now."
"Oooohhhhmmmhhh." Again.