Chapter 2. Say My Name

“And now, let the games begin,” Papa declared and as the members applauded, they filed out into the pitch. Leaving only escorts like me on the sidelines. 

The game was in full swing and Clint seemed to be leading. He never missed any shot. It was not so surprising as he seemed to be the youngest in the group. 

He soon stopped for some water and I shamelessly watched him. His Adam apple bobbing as the water went down. I wished I was the water, quenching his thirst forever while I became one with him. Once he was done, his eyes found mine and he dabbed his lower lip with his tongue before winking at me and returning to the game. 

That was it. I had to do something about my flaming cunt or I would explode right where I stood. There was no way I could hold on any longer. 

“Are you okay, Kiera?” Papa stood before me and I blinked in surprise. I had not seen him approach. “You look flustered.” Then he looked around. 

I nodded vehemently. “Y…yes Papa. I..i am…Can I use the restroom?” I garbled. 

“Yea sure. You do not need to ask for permission.” He gave me a concerned look as I rushed into the building. 

I took the familiar path to the restroom, entering a stall and closing the door behind me. I looked into the mirror, panting heavily. And I flushed even hotter seeing my nipples on full display. I could only hope father had not seen that.

I rolled one nipple between my fingers. “Fuck!” I gasped, electricity lashing through my body. 

My pussy slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put me in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while I dealt with me. 

With the image of Clint Homer in my head, I quickly discarded my top, exposing my luscious breast and flat tummy, dotted by a navel piercing. My throat went dry as I imagined that it was Clint’s warm tongue on my nipple.

I shut my eyes, groaning softly when I pinched the rosy buds hard. My boobs were one of my body’s most attractive features and it didn’t help that they were sensitive as hell.

 My pussy dripped at the action. I rubbed my legs together, aiming at some friction. 

I instantly popped the button of my shorts and let them fall, exposing my pulsing cunt. Sitting on the furry toilet seat, I ran a finger up my slit. I let out a satisfied sigh as my fingers grazed my clit. My eyes closed shut and my head fell back at the burst of sensations I felt.

“Ah…shit!” My fingers rubbed vigorously on my sensitive clit. 

“Fuck! Clint!” I envisioned Clint there with me, his tongue on my juicy pussy, lapping all my cum as I neared a climax. “Oh my god!” My fingers rocked harder, faster even. 

My moans rose in intensity, filling the enclosed space but I did not care. I rocked my hips in careless abandon, riding my palm like my life depended on it. “Fuck fuck fuckk,” I screamed.

My mind conjured up the perfect image of what Clint would look like underneath those clothes and I imagined it was those strong firm hands pushing into me like they wanted to take me to the heavens. 

“Yes, Clint. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, daddy. Just like that please,” I whimpered, feeling so close to the edge.

I pinched my nipple and clit simultaneously as I came furiously, a loud moan escaping my throat. 

This had to be the best self given orgasm I had given myself in a long time, no doubt.

 Shit! I rubbed down my torso leisurely as my body rode out my orgasm. I smiled to myself and worked on pacing my breathing. 

My eyes flew open at the creaking sound of the stall’s door. I yelped in surprise, pressing my legs together and hiding my breasts behind my folded arms. 

A cold shiver ran up my spine. Shit. Had I forgotten to lock the door?

Clint Homer stood before me, the door shut behind him. And locked this time. 

How long had he been here? Did he hear everything? Darn my fucking libido. 

“W…what are you doing here?” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze. 

I had never been one to shy away from my sexual wants or pleasures. But at this moment, curled up naked in front of this man that I had just used to get orgasm after less than an hour of meeting him, I definitely felt a bit of shame flood through me. 

His eyes darkened as he took me in, his voice a raspy whisper as he said,

 “It’s alluring how you say my name, Keira.”  

“Say it again,” he commanded. 

My pussy moistened all over again at the sound and command of his voice. He stood still at the door, eyes taking me in a determined look. He knew what to do next, what I wanted him to do, but he was making me wait. 

My hands had relaxed a bit around my breasts and I could feel the obvious change he had in his stance to seeing my full and firm boobs without anything in between.

“Say my name, Kiera. The way you said it a few moments ago,” Clint repeated himself. 

His palms had tightened to a fist, like he was restraining himself. I did not want him to. I wanted him all over me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me and then fucking me senseless. I needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then fuck me i was going to moan it out aloud. 

Looking him dead in the eyes, I bit my lips sensually and called out his name. “Clint.”

He swallowed and I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I swallowed too, wondering how big and warm his dick would feel in my mouth. The thought caused my stomach to tighten and I licked my lips, shifting a bit on the toilet lid. Why was he still standing over there? 

“Drop your hands and spread those legs. I want to see all of you.” He instructed.