Slowly,as the night gets colder and the sky turns an inky shade of black, the party starts to dwindle. Most of the club members choose to wobble home in the dark or call their wives for a ride. Some don’t even bother doing that much, crashing in the shed out back because they’re too far gone to give a fuck.
But like we do every year, Rico, Dallas, Knuckles, and I head back into the clubhouse to play some late-night pool. It’s just the four of us and Winter as we stand around drinking beer and talking shit. Rather than participating in our game, Winter opts out, choosing to sit on a bar stool and sip water as she watches us play.
“Who’d you boys kiss for New Year’s?” Dallas asks Rico and Knuckles as he elbows them in the ribs. “I mean, I saw Gabriel with his tongue down Winter’s throat, in case anyone was worried about that. But were you boys stuck making out with each other again?”
“Fuck you,” Knuckles quips, shoving Dallas.
“At least we didn’t have to make out with the side of the shed,” Rico adds, sneering at Dallas.
“As if. I got some proper action tonight,” Dallas taunts, a wide smile spreading across his face that actually has me convinced. Not that I would think it’s anything serious. Dallas never gets hooked on girls, and he wasn’t hanging out with anyone besides us earlier. He probably just snagged one of the club girls so he could claim victory. I hope he doesn’t get mouth herpes from that bad decision.
I snort, stepping back out of their squabble as they bicker amongst themselves, choosing instead to seek Winter out with my eyes. Hers are on the boys as they move about the table, joshing and taunting each other as they lean in to strike the cue ball. I can tell from her expression that she’s reliving a memory, and when I glance back at the table, I know she’s thinking about the night I let them fuck her.
Deep, bitter jealousy roils in my stomach at the thought. I hate that I let them touch her. That she’s stuck with those thoughts of other men inside her. And not just any men, my friends. I’ll regret that decision for the rest of my life. I’m sure of it. But all I can do now is prove that things are different. That I will never let anyone else touch her ever again.
“Where’d you go?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her and letting my lips tickle her ear.
She leans into my embrace, her fingers wrapping around my forearms as her head rolls back against my shoulder. “Nowhere,” she lies casually. “I must have been zoning out. I’m pretty tired. Maybe I’ll just head to bed.”
Spinning on her barstool, Winter places a chaste kiss on my lips. Then she steps out of my arms as she rises from her seat.
Rather than letting her go, I run my fingers down the length of her arm and catch her by the wrist. Surprised, Winter turns to look questioningly at me, and I let the corners of my lips curl into a devious smile.
“It’s not bedtime for you quite yet,” I purr, and my cock starts to harden as she shivers visibly.
Guiding her into the next room, I sink down onto the clubhouse couch. And while Rico throws us a sidelong glance, they continue playing the game without me, wordlessly accepting my resignation from the table.
When I pull Winter toward me, she resists only for a moment, then steps between my knees until her belly is just before me. She’s absolutely intoxicating in her provocative grey sweater dress and thigh-high boots. I’ve been dying to fuck her all night, and right now, while her memories of the other night are fresh in her mind, I want to put her at ease.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I rasp as I run my hands up her legs to the hem of her dress. It’s barely long enough to cover her ass. The perfect length for what I have in mind.
When I slide my hands beneath the warm fabric, my cock throbs painfully against the zipper of my jeans. “You’re not wearing any panties,” I groan under my breath.
A coy grin spreads across her face as a beautiful blush warms her cheeks. “Or a bra,” she murmurs.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling her down onto my lap, so she’s straddling me.
Cupping her ass as I grope her sexy curves, I grind her bare pussy against the bulge in my pants. Her eyes flutter closed as she swallows hard and then wets her lips with her tongue.
“Shhh,” I warn as I slip one hand beneath her dress once more and run my fingers along her warm silky slit.
Winter inhales sharply through her nose as her body starts to vibrate with the effort of staying still and perfectly quiet. She’s practically humming with the anticipation of me touching her in plain view of my friends. But I keep my motions hidden so as not to call attention to us.
Winter’s folds are already wet, perhaps from our New Year’s kiss, or maybe just because she’s been walking around all night with nothing to cover her pussy and only a very short skirt to hide the fact. I feel as though my balls might burst from how fucking hot that is, and I’ve only just found out.
Locking her hips in place with one hand on her ass, I slide two fingers inside Winter’s slick pussy and bite my tongue to stop myself from groaning at the way she tightens greedily around me. With my thumb against her clit, I start to finger her, stroking that spot deep inside that I know drives her wild. Winter’s eyes press more tightly closed as she fights the urge to grind against me, and I fucking love the way she’s quivering with the effort of hiding her arousal.
Not that I think the guys have any doubts about what’s going on. This isn’t the first time someone’s been fingered on this couch while they were playing pool, and the tension in the air around us is palpable. But I love knowing they’re aware of what’s happening and that Winter thinks we’re hiding it from them.
When Winter releases a quiet whimper, I still inside her, giving her a moment to regain her composure. As I pause, her eyes fly open, and I can see the unbridled lust in their depths. She’s beyond control, and if I don’t do something soon, she’s going to take control. I’m tempted to let her. To see how wild she gets in front of the boys. But part of the fun is pretending to be sneaky.
So instead, I slowly ease my fingers out of her and bring them to my nose so I can smell her tangy arousal. My cock throbs painfully against the zipper of my pants at the musky scent of Winter’s pussy, and when she takes her lower lip between her teeth, I can’t hold back any longer.
Undoing my pants, I ease my cock out into the open, pushing my jeans down just far enough to avoid them causing an obstruction. Winter glances surreptitiously over to the boys, but none catch her eye, so she lifts up off my lap ever so slightly so I can line my cockhead up with her dripping pussy. Slowly, I ease her down onto my swollen erection, grinding my teeth until the muscles pop along my jaw as I work to keep quiet and controlled.
Holy fuck, she feels like heaven. Hot and slick and tight with the anticipation of her release. Leaning forward, Winter cups my jaw with her hand and presses her tongue between my lips. I gladly part them to allow her access as my tongue tangles with hers. Then I reach up to pull the clip from her hair. Firefly locks fall down around us, forming a curtain between our faces and the boys.
I lean back against the couch, scooting forward to give Winter more room as I press deeper inside of her. This time, she can’t help but moan into my mouth, and my cock stiffens painfully in response. Sliding my fingers between the sexy slits along the side of her dress, I grip her hips as I grind up into her, making shallow thrusts that won’t be too noticeable. And fuck if she doesn’t get impossibly wetter.