Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover - Two

Sidney flipped on the bathroom light and left the door open a crack, spilling a hazy light into the room, then hauled Kelly toward the far bed.  He half-hoped to wake Jordan but not yet, not till be was balls deep inside his girl.  He dumped her at the foot of the mattress and stood in front of her.  She looked up as Sidney pulled his shirt off.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath soft against the bare skin of his stomach.  He was built like a wall: thick, heavy, solid.  Kelly knew Jordan’s huge body well but this was a different model of sport utility vehicle.  It wasn’t hard to push the thought of her sleeping boyfriend from her mind and reach for his teammate.  Kelly ran her hands greedily over the slab of his chest then up his thighs and over his crotch.

“Woah,” she said quietly.  Kelly had to feel his fly three times to make sure she’d gotten it right.  

Sidney chuckled.  “Don’t be shy.”

If she’d taken a bicycle over a roll of bubble wrap, it couldn’t have made more noise in the silent room than the zipper on his pants.  If Jordan so much as cracked an eyelid they would both die - Sidney was a beast, but Kelly had been on the receiving end of Jordan’s strength when he’d been playing.  There were no illusions that he could kill them both with his bare hands.  But it didn’t stop her from forcing Sidney’s jeans from that legendary backside.  

He’d been waiting for the moment Kelly put her arms around his waist.  Sidney pushed her face right into his crotch.  Her fingernails dug into his ass... then hooked into the waistband of his shorts.  She peeled them down, freeing his cock to stand at full mast.

He was bigger than Jordan.  Thicker, not longer, but Kelly wondered if she’d unwrapped more than she could handle.  Still it was marble smooth beneath her fingers, trembling slightly at the inch that separated it from her mouth.

“Kelly,” Sidney said in a warning tone.  He had no time for waiting.

She licked her lips and pushed them over his head.  Sidney rocked forward, trying to bury his dick in her throat on the first swing and nearly choking her.  She fought against him, bobbing around to spread the moisture.  But it wasn’t till she pricked her nails into his balls that he released her to move.  And move she did.  Kelly licked him, licked her hand and added it to the rest of him, since there was no way she could fit that whole thing in her mouth.  She matched the pace along his entire shaft, cupped his balls in her palm and stroked him hard.

Sidney groaned low in his throat, trying to be quiet when he wanted to roar.  The head of his cock pressed the back of her throat, slipping just a fraction down the slope behind her tongue.  He wanted to fuck her mouth till she gagged then drown her in come. But it felt too good when she moved.  Girls never remembered that the pull was just as good as the push, that going out felt as good as going in.  Kelly knew.  She tugged on the retreat only when she was done swallowing his dick over and over again.

Jordan was right.

Sidney had pictured this, imagined it.  Kelly had imagined it with nearly every guy on the team - she couldn’t help it.  Jordan usually laughed.  But when he had been a particularly big asshole or really made her mad, she called him Sidney in bed.  Jordan hated that - he fucked her anyway, but he hated that.

Tonight she wanted to shout it out, but her mouth was full.

Kelly pushed Sidney backward and dropped to her knees so she could really move.  He lifted her hair back and watched in the sliver of light as she polished his knob.  When she looked up at him, he thought her eyes were smiling.

There was only one problem - he was going to come.  Kelly swirled her tongue then stroked it along the underside, pinning the tip into the divot below his head.  Again and again like sucking an egg through a straw and it was working.  He was breathing hard.  

This would do it, he knew.  If Jordan woke...

“Enough,” he said, almost too loud.  That fistful of hair pulled Kelly off his cock and to her feet.  Then he steered her around to face the bed.  “Kneel.”

Kelly went on all fours reluctantly - she wanted to see him, wanted to touch him.  But the thick tip of his dick was already forcing her open and it was all she could do not to scream.  He went slowly, so slowly... Jordan never had this kind of control.  He went hard and fast and if you didn’t finish first, you’d learn to be quicker next time.  Kelly could be quick - but she didn’t like it.

Sidney didn’t want to hurt her - not really.  But he could.  He knew he was packing a load that took some teasing out for most girls.  And if Jordan had been telling the truth about Kelly...

He was.  He was right.

“Ohmygodbaby,” he pushed the words out as he was pushing his cock in.  Her soft, slick pussy gave way slowly, fitting him like a glove until finally, with a pull on her hips, he was in to the hilt.  He now understood how a snake could swallow something whole.  With a gentleness he could barely control, Sidney stroked a few times to be sure.  Then he wrapped an arm under Kelly’s stomach and pulled her up to standing.  She was only a few inches shorter than him and her ass lined up almost perfectly with his lap.  As she straightened out, her pussy got even tighter around him.  He moved his hand over her breast till it was at her throat, tilting her head back to his shoulder.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Sidney clamped a hand over her mouth and thrust upward, lifting her feet off the floor.  She screamed into his palm.  He did it again, she bit down hard.  

“Quiet,” he barked a whisper into her ear.  “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

It wasn’t hard for him to hold them both, any harder than it was for him to keep Kelly in place so that each time he pushed up she moved down to meet him with a slap.  He tilted her slightly forward, balanced her ass on his thighs and drove into her like he was doing a squat.  Sidney could do squats for hours.  

Kelly clung to the arm across her chest and let her head roll as Sidney pounded her.  She bit her lip to keep from crying out.  He was huge and so, so strong and having his way with her.  Equal parts pleasure and pain threatened to make her cry.

Sidney’s hand found her clit and pressed, hard.  He held it there and forced her into it with every stroke.  She got his cock coming and going and at the top, like a strongman ringing a bell at a carnival, a nice firm press on her magic button.  Hard and fast, he ramped up his pace.

Then, as quickly as she’d been nailed to the wall earlier, he popped out and tossed her onto the bed.  One huge hand at her shoulder pushed her onto her back and he was between her thighs in a flash.  His dark eyes were fierce as he held her open and drove himself inside.

“Fuckholyfuckingshit,” she muttered as he took everything.

His face pressed to her neck, Sidney said, “I don’t understand.”

“What?”

He lifted his upper body clear, meeting her gaze.  “I don’t understand how he could fuck anyone else after you.”

Kelly pulled him down and kissed him, hard.  His huge arms settled alongside her head, trapping her in every way and leaving nothing in the world but Sidney.  Even his smallest movement threatened to tear her in half.  He rode her with his entire body, never letting her catch a full breath, while biting his mark into the delicate skin of her neck.

Let him, she thought.  Let everybody know.

She was so primed.  He had stripped her bare and now it was coming again, the release, the scandalous secret he’d already taken from her once.  His gorgeous lips curled into a half-smile.

“I can make you come all night,” he said.  She didn’t doubt it.  “Or I can make you come just once, screaming, and we’ll see what happens next.”  He was being sly, but serious.  She glanced toward the slumped figure in the bed just a few feet away.

“He’ll kill you.”

Sidney tilted his hips and dragged his pelvic bone right up into her clit.  She shuddered, whimpering.  That was almost loud enough.

“Tonight, or tomorrow when you leave him for me.”  Sidney had a game plan: fucking Kelly was only the first play and it set the rest into motion.  “At least if he sees this, he’ll know you’ve already agreed.”

Kelly narrowed her eyes.  Obviously something was happening.  She was probably leaving Jordan anyway if she could get off his dick long enough.  But this.. Sidney couldn’t just trade her like some hockey player.

“I haven’t agre....”

Too late she realized that was the wrong answer.  With a massive swing of his hip and ass, Sidney hammered his cock home.  The scream nearly slipped out then.  He rose up onto his knees, held her shoulders back against the mattress and pumped into her like he was slamming a cash register.  When he was as deep as he wanted, as deep as he could go, he moved one hand to her clit.

“Guess it’s one big scream then,” he hissed, working his heavy thumb in short, quick strokes.  Kelly writhed helplessly, her nails raking down down his arms and shoulders.  Sidney closed his eyes in concentration and rode her down hard.  Beads of sweat gathered in his forehead.  Kelly’s body jumped and bucked, everything pooling between her hips.  Her back started to arch.

“Sid... Sidney.”

He covered her mouth again.  His eyes flashed.

“Not yet,” he ordered.  But he didn’t stop touching her, didn’t stop fucking her, didn’t give her a moment’s rest while he chased his own orgasm.  She squeezed and twisted, hoping to help.

“Oh God baby,” he whispered.  “Fuck me like you want it.  Fuck me like you fuck him.”

Kelly couldn’t tell him that she’d never been like this, not with anyone, because his hand was over her mouth.  So she beat against him as hard as she could from her trapped position and begged in her mind for him to break them both.

She knew when he removed his hand.  It only took thirty seconds, another few jerks of his hand and strokes of his dick to send her flying.  Kelly’s orgasm burst and she screamed, just noise and surrender, until she came down saying “Sidney, Sidney.”  It poured inside her body, pleasure and pain.  He pulled it all down and washed it away.

At the sound of her voice loud and clear in the silence, Sidney bellowed and threw every ounce of himself into a last punishing heave.  Kelly screamed again, just his name this time, and he exploded inside her.  He thought his heart might explode and drain out through his cock like everything else in his body was trying to do.  He nailed her over and over, forcing every last hot, sticky drop deep into her.  He was finishing, finally empty with shoulders that weighed a thousand pounds and a spine that could no longer hold him up when he heard the second best thing of the night, behind Kelly screaming his name.

“What the FUCK?!”

Jordan, all six feet four inches of him, was on his feet - unsteadily, but standing.  Still dressed in the clothes he passed out in and still pretty drunk, he was coherent enough to recognize that his girlfriend was busy shagging the shit out of some other guy.  

Sidney looked down at Kelly, who was starring daggers at Staal.  Her voice dripped with venom.

“Sorry, did we wake you?”

Sidney pulled out, the wet POP as loud as a slap.  Jordan looked revolted, horrified and furious.

“You two?  What the fuck?  How long have you been fucking her?”

“First time,” Sidney said in a kind of sing-song tone.  He flopped onto the bed.  Before he could pull her into a hug, Kelly was standing in front of Jordan, like a bird before a dragon.

“But not the last.  We are done,” she said with a flick of hair.  “I’m with Sidney now.”

“The fuck you are!  I’ll fucking....”  

Sidney tensed, in case Jordan tried to hit her.  He might not win the fight, but he could hold his own and protect Kelly.  But Kelly put both hands on Jordan’s arm and pushed.  He fell back the bed, grabbing her wrist in the process.  She took a knee next to him and twisted free from his grip.

“Listen to me, you piece of shit,” she hissed down at him.  “You had it, you lost it.  Your mistake.  We’re leaving.”

To Sidney’s surprise, Jordan just closed his eyes.  Kelly picked up Sid’s shirt from the table and pulled it on, then a pair of jeans from atop her suitcase.  Sidney hurried into his running pants - he’d brought nothing else.  She grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

“You’ll be back,” Jordan said hoarsely.  He might not fight but he couldn’t just let them go.  “You’ll be begging for my cock, you always do.”

Kelly spun on a heel and marched back toward the bed.  Jordan opened one eye to see her seething like a Fury.  She was beautiful when she was mad.

“Oh you’ll hear me begging, nice and loud, but it won’t be for you.”
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