Penalty Kill

Jake

I'm vaguely aware of the throbbing bass of some hit dancey-pop song as I push Harper against the wall in the near-dark back hallway of the bar. After I'd snagged my third drink from the bar, to say things had escalated quickly would be a fucking understatement.

We'd been all over each other since she found me at the bar, there's no denying that. But there was something electric in the air when she pulled me into her arms tonight, something markedly different. There was this underlying sense of urgency to every move she made. Every touch we shared, every kiss, every look. Behind the over excitement from her drinks, there was something fiercer, something she was determined to accomplish.

So while we'd been groping and grinding on the dance floor like we were the only people on the planet and not in a crowded bar where I knew nearly everyone, my third drink, and god knows what number for Harper, had sent us over the edge. Alice had taken a cab with some dude I went to high school with shortly after I'd arrived, so I had zero fucks getting hot and heavy with Harper at the back of the bar as it neared closing time.

My cock has been borderline painfully hard for close to an hour, with each push and brush of Harper's round, full ass against it making me nearly lose my fucking mind. She'd just brazenly reached down to palm me through my jeans while we were moving together dancing, and my brain finally short circuited.

I took her hand and pulled her to the hallway by the bathrooms, tugging her towards the supply room in the back that was the opposite direction of the men's and ladies rooms. Pushing her roughly against the wall, I let my hands roam over her breasts, squeezing them and tugging on her nipples through the fabric of her sweater—my naughty little fucking minx isn't wearing a bra tonight, go figure.

She's got her warm, hungry hands up and under my shirt, her fingers devouring the muscle of my abs and pecs as she grabs and claws for me. Our lips move perfectly in tandem, tongues swirling around together in between bites and slow, sloppy kisses. It's when her hands move to the button of my jeans that I know it's time to take this where we can just fucking let loose.

Not that a small town bar is going to care that a hockey player is getting his Johnson touched in back, but I like to maintain a certain level of decency, and considering Harper and I have pushed it to the absolute fucking limit with our level of touching, I figure it's best if we finally tuck out of sight.

Grabbing one of her hands from the button of my jeans, I quickly tug her into the storage room, her giggling filling my ears the entire time I'm locking the door and shoving whatever heavy object I can find in the vicinity in front of it. I can't help but have a huge fucking smile grin spread across my face as I finish barricading the door, turning back to find Harper biting her lip and squeezing her braless breasts under her sweater.

I waste no time moving to replace her hands with my own, and as I finally get her bare nipples between my fingers, I let out a deep, needy moan that matches her own. Before I can truly worship her breasts to the extent I want to, Harper is dropping to her knees in front of me. 

I watch in disbelief as she tosses the hot pink cowboy hat aside, and then lifts her sweater up and over her head. Her beautiful, small breasts look stunning as she stares up at me through heavily painted lashes, and as what little light there is overhead catches the 57 pendant at her neck, my cock twitches with desperate desire.

As she unbuttons my jeans and slides them down to my knees, I take a handful of her long, curled blonde hair in my hand, getting a good grip to guide my good girl up and down my cock. When she tugs my underwear down, my cock finally springs free—every inch hard and throbbing, begging to be touched and sucked.

Harper moves her eyes to my hard on, using one hand to palm and squeeze her own nipple while the other lightly wraps around my cock. She uses as little pressure as possible for her first stroke up and down, and I can't help but grip her hair tight in my hand as my head tips back at her teasing touch.