Role Play - Alison Hendricks Page 0,46

take you back to my place and fuck you senseless after this."

"Oh, no. That would be the worst thing ever," he teased.

The rest of the game was a slowly mounting escalation; a game of chicken that had disastrous consequences for my dick as it grew harder every time Elliot one-upped Kayden.

There was nothing too obvious. I half-expected Kayden to slide all the way onto Mark's lap and start grinding against him at one point. But it mostly stuck to subtle stuff people wouldn't notice unless they were close and paying attention. Hands moving up thighs, fingers brushing over erections. Promises murmured in ears, lobes sucked into warm, wet mouths.

At one point I couldn't take it anymore and I took Elliot with me to "get a couple beers." Really, I found an out-of-the-way bathroom halfway across the stadium and once we were inside, I pushed him back against the door and kissed him hard, my lips finding his with bruising force.

He gripped my ass, pulling me close to him. I ground my hard dick against his, moaning into his mouth. I felt so damn needy, and I wanted him so bad.

"You're driving me fucking crazy," I breathed before diving in to kiss him again.

For as cramped and... unpleasant as the stadium bathrooms were, I would've gotten onto my knees and sucked him off until his eyes rolled back into his head if I'd had the chance. But we both heard someone getting close and we separated just in time, moving away from the door. We were both flushed and I had to discreetly adjust myself. Elliot left like things were completely normal, and I followed after making a show of washing my hands.

When I caught up with him, I was quick to say, "You wanna get out of here?"

"You sure you're okay with missing the rest of the game?"

I nodded. "Me being here won't change anything. Less chance I'll leap over the railing and take a swing at Ty's coach this way."

He laughed softly at that. "What about your good friend Kayden? I'm sure he'll miss you."

I rolled my eyes, a look of disgust on my face. "He's got Mark to keep him busy. And I've got you."

I saw something in his expression then. Something soft, obviously touched by my words. As we headed out of the stadium and toward my van, I couldn't find it in myself to regret it.

19

Reuben

It took every shred of my willpower not to just pull the car over, collapse the seats in the back, and take him there like we were shooting some kind of low budget Bang Bus porno.

Elliot definitely didn't make it any easier. His hand rested on my knee for the first half of the drive, then it slowly moved higher up my thigh. He leaned over the wide console to nip at my ear and press feather-light kisses along my neck, drawing a groan from me when he sucked at the junction between my neck and shoulder. By the time I pulled into my apartment complex, his hand was up between my thighs, his palm firmly placed over my hardening dick. He gave it a rough squeeze and I shuddered.

"You better cut that out," I warned him with a growl.

"Or what?" came the low response in my ear.

I pulled the keys from the ignition and gave him a smoldering look. "Or I'm going to pull you onto my lap and fuck you right here and now."

I'd always been careful, and I didn't like not using lube, even when my partner was relaxed. It was better to have that continual glide, and the lubrication just helped things move along better, giving a more controlled feeling to the friction.

Right now, I was so fucking horny I probably would have done it if he agreed.

"Is that supposed to be a threat, because it really doesn't work as one," he quipped, then added, "though I don't exactly want the steering wheel gouging me in the kidney every time you thrust."

I laughed at that, shaking my head. Then I reached for the handle of the car door and pushed it open before I could talk myself out of it. Elliot followed suit, meeting me in front of the van. I didn't really care who saw us at this point, so I looped my fingers into his jeans and tugged him forward, claiming his mouth in another bruising kiss.

He responded eagerly, practically humping my leg, grinding against me with no regard for who might be watching. This