Badge by K.L. Savage

 

After her declaration of love, I have to feel her wrapped around me while whispering how much she loves me. I need to hear it. I need to feel it while I feel her.

Instead of taking her to the room where the kids are asleep, I carry her down the hall that leads to the gym. Hope kisses along my neck and I stop in the middle of the hallway, closing my eyes as I feel her tongue lashing against the thumping beat of my pulse. I can’t remember how to walk.

“I want you,” she whispers into my ear before taking my earlobe into her mouth.

My knees buckle and my shoulder slams into the door. Hope giggles, but I’m on a fucking mission. Turning, I press my hip against the door, and it swings open, showing the impressive basketball court and the bleachers on either side. Above us is a retractable roof where anyone can lie on the floor and stare up at the stars.

I don’t want to stare up at the sky. I want her to see stars as I take her. I slip behind the bleachers and set her on her feet, spin her around, and yank her pants down along with her panties.

“This is going to be quick and rough. I need you too much,” I tell her while unzipping my pants.

She arches her back, pushing her ass out for me and pressing her hands against the wall. “Yes,” she hisses.

I slip my fingers between her cheeks follow the crease until I get to her wet cunt. “Hmm, so wet. Is this all for me?” I slip two fingers inside, transfixed on how she greedily sucks on the digits.

A whimper echoes through the entire gym and I stuff my wet fingers into her mouth to silence her. “Can’t have your daddy come charging in here, can we? We have to be quiet,” I whisper. “I don’t know if you can do that.”

She nods eagerly, her eyes glassy as I press the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“I bet you like the thought of that, don’t you?” I rip my fingers from her mouth and grip the back of her head, turning to the basketball court. The bleachers block the majority of the view and I rotate her body toward that direction. Her hands wrap around the steel frame of the bleachers and I spread her cheeks apart, wetting the crown of my cock with the nectar dripping from her. “I bet you’d wish he was in this room right now. The chance of getting caught, the anger he’d feel, the deception…” I push until the tip sinks into her and I bury my head in the back of her neck as I hold back a moan.

“And the only thing we have to do is be quiet, to not make a noise. He wouldn’t ever know. He’d continue to walk straight through to the clubhouse while I get to fuck his daughter behind the bleachers, pressing all my thick inches into her fucking cunt.” I snap my hips forward until I’m pressed to the hilt.

She hangs her head and her breath hitches as I slide out slowly. The muscles between her shoulders tense and I gather her hair, using the strands as reins to fuck her harder. She’s soaking wet, which makes me grin. Now I know she likes the idea of getting caught. With the forbidden nature of our relationship, who wouldn’t like it?

My eyes are locked where we are connected, and I watch in bliss as her ass shakes with every hard stroke. My cock plunges in and out, sinking into her at a rapid pace. A fast slapping sound comes from us, echoing through the gymnasium; if Bullseye was here, it would give us away.

“You hear that?” I growl. “Anyone who walks in that door could hear us.”

She moans deeply and presses back against me, and when I tug on her hair for her to lift, she comes easily, her thighs trembling and shaking uncontrollably.

Hope turns her head, and our lips meet in a sloppy kiss. There’s no finesse or strategy. “Fucking take every inch.” My mouth drops open as I thrust into her as hard as I can. “And wish you could scream my name.” Like I always do, I slide my hand around from the back and wrap it around the front of her throat. I hold her in place, pushing and pulling, grunting and groaning, doing my best not to make any noises either.

“I’m—going to—come—ag-again,” she warns in a hushed, broken sentence. “For-Forrest, I’m going to—”

I hear the door open and slide my hand to her mouth to muffle her sounds as fucking Bullseye enters the room, chatting away on the phone with a big smile on his face.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Hope mewls and her walls clench around me as she orgasms, knocking the breath out of me. Her body trembles and spasms. Her hands are wrapped around my arm and her nails dig into the flesh so hard the skin breaks. I’ll take the pain if it means she stays quiet.

It is kind of thrilling.

One of my brothers, my best friend, is a few feet away, and I’m nine inches deep inside his daughter.

I shouldn’t love that so much, but I do.

“Yeah, I was hoping to make a reservation for this weekend,” Bullseye speaks into the phone.

I start up my pace again, but slow and steady instead of hard and fast. Hope jerks her head to the side, and she peers up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. She shakes her head, warning me not to move, but I have to.

How far can I take this until it either brings us the best orgasms of our life or the attempt kills me?

I grip her ass in my hand and growl low in her ear, slowly stretching her heat.

“Yeah, a cabin would be great. I don’t want it near anyone else,” Bullseye explains, pacing slowly across the court.

Hope follows him with her eyes.

I speed up my pace, watching Bullseye with a smirk on my face. “You feel so good, Angel,” I whisper into her ear. “I love this pussy. I love how tight you are.” I ram into her so hard, she moves to her tiptoes and a high-pitched squeal escapes her. Not even my hand can hide the noise.

“Hold on,” Bullseye grunts, placing the phone against his shoulder. “Someone there?” He looks around.

With a grin on my face, I stop moving. Hope is shaking under me, another orgasm rocking through her.

Oh yeah, she fucking loves the idea of getting caught.

I dip my hand between her legs and begin to rub her clit. She shakes her head, pressing her ass against me to sink down on my cock, and holds my hands against her mouth. Hope tilts her head back and squeezes her eyes shut. A single tear leaks from the corner; I watch as if it is art dripping down her cheek.

Fucking gorgeous.

“Sorry, I thought I heard something. Yeah, that’s fine. You need my credit card number? Hold on. I need to get my wallet out.” Bullseye takes his fucking time and sits down on our side of the bleachers. His back is to us, but he’s so close I can clearly see the skull on the back of his cut.

“Shh, shh, shh,” I warn quietly against her ear as she begins to shake under me again, her walls rippling along my length. “Don’t want Daddy to hear, do we?”

“Yeah, sorry. I got it,” Bullseye says and begins to recite the numbers from his credit card.

Another tear leaves Hope, and her knees buckle as a stronger orgasm rocks her core. I have an arm wrapped around her to keep her upright and I latch my lips against the skin of her throat. I plant myself deep, biting into the nook of her neck, and come, swallowing the grunt building in my throat as I bathe her depths with my seed.

She turns and we sag against the wall in a kiss, a battle with a hint of anger coming from Hope. She nips at my lip and flexes herself around my softening dick.

“I’ll continue to fuck you right here if you keep being a brat,” I warn, licking the seam of her lips.

She squeezes her eyes shut as she steps back, my cock slipping out of her warmth. She lies down on the ground and spreads her legs, my come trickling out of her. Blood fills my length again and I kneel on the ground, slipping inside her once more. I yank my shirt off and stuff it in her mouth to keep her quiet, lift her leg onto my shoulder, and lean against her calf as I begin to move.

Fuck, she feels even better as I slide through my come, pressing it deeper where it belongs.

Filthy fucking woman wanting to get fucked.

I bite the muscle of her leg as another orgasm quickly threatens me. Something about this is reckless, stupid, and hot. Bullseye would kill me if he knew I was right behind him, fucking his daughter, riding her bare and filling her with my come.

I wouldn’t make it out of this gym alive.

“Yeah, thank you so much.” Bullseye finally hangs up the phone and stands, leaving the gym. “Now I just have to tell Hope.”

Hope’s eyes widen in horror as the gym door opens and closes. Bullseye is quickly going to learn he won’t be able to find her.

I quicken my pace and rip the shirt from her mouth once we are alone. “You are naughty.”

“God, I can’t stand you yet love you so much right now. I can’t believe I just did that.”

“You love me,” I repeat, slamming into her again and again.

“I really do.”

“Fuck, that’s going to make me come.” My hips stutter. She was the one thing that was supposed to be out of my reach, the impossible desire to catch, but here we are. “Tell me again,” I order, thrusting into her so hard, I know she’ll feel it later.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“Forrest,” she moans, arching her back. “I fucking love you so much. Give me that cock!”

I press my thumb against her clit, and she explodes, squeezing around me again. “I love you too,” I say, gripping her hips and slamming her against me while I bury myself to the bottom, coming for the second time. My eyes roll as I empty inside her, then I fall, unable to keep myself upright.

I’m too old for this shit. But as long as she wants to do it, you better believe I’m going to make sure I make all her fantasies come true.

Gently, through gasping breaths, we kiss, the tips of our tongues softly meeting. I hum when I feel my cock perking up again.

“Get that thing away from me. You’re out to kill me,” she giggles, shoving me playfully away.

“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy. I feel like a twenty-year-old man all over again around you.”

The doors to the gym open again and this time it’s Knives and Tank. Knives is carrying a ball.

“We are playing Taco−Burrito. First one to spell it all out loses,” Knives explains the rules to Tank.

Hope rolls on top of me, grabs my semi-hard cock, and sinks down on it. “Well, since they’re here, might as well try not to get caught, right?” she whispers as she rolls her hips.

The basketball bounces, reverberating off the walls.

With every hard hit against the floor, she owns me, grinding herself against my cock. This time it’s me trying not to make any noise because she is tight and soaking wet from our combined orgasms.

Since she is primed and ready, she’s sensitive. Her pussy clenches around me as she comes again.

And again.

I lose count while Knives and Tank play their dumb game.

Hope and I have a game of our own. If we get caught, we lose, it’s as simple as that. But the longer we stay in it, the longer we win.

And it’s game time.

Yeah, she’s out to kill me.

And holy hell, what a way to fucking go.