Chapter 99: With Sydney in an Empty Field [2] [R–18 Contents!]

“Stronger,” I managed to rasp, voice half-choked with disbelief. “You really have become a musclehead, haven’t you?”

Sydney just winked, smug and glowing, and leaned closer again, her fingers wrapping possessively around my slick shaft as if she wasn’t even close to done.

She stroked me like I belonged to her, steady and sure, her tongue darting out to lick away the last streaks of my release until there was nothing left. The sight of her savoring me like that made my grip tighten in her hair, dragging a groan from my chest. God, it felt too good, like she was draining the strength right out of me on purpose.

When she finally stood, her grin was wide and self-satisfied. “Knew you’d like it. For a first time, I wasn’t too bad at it, right?”

“You really are something…” I muttered, fumbling for my pants, trying to ground myself, but she only arched a brow as if I’d said something absurd.

“What are you doing?” She asked, and before I could answer she hooked her thumbs in her waistband and shoved her pants down, boots kicked aside with careless force.

“What?” I blurted, dumbfounded, my eyes dragging down her half-naked body, her bare feet pressing into the fake grass.

“It can’t be over already,” she said with that wild edge of defiance, stripping away her jacket so she stood in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Her voice dropped lower, huskier. “I always wanted to have sex in a stadium like this.”

My eyes darted across the empty field, scanning the shadows, straining my ears. No people, no Infected nearby—just the faintest distant groans that prickled the hairs on my neck. It was reckless, insane. And yet… when she dropped to the turf, spreading her legs for me with a smile that dared me to refuse, my blood roared hot.

“Come on, Ryan,” she purred, reclining back on her elbows, her thighs parting wider. “Fuck me and stabilize me.”

I swallowed hard, tugging my pants back down, kneeling between her legs as my hands slid over the smooth stretch of her thighs. Her skin was warm under my palms, a faint sheen of sweat clinging to her from running earlier. I kissed her skin slowly, savoring each taste, and her soft moans slipped free, rising in pitch as I worked higher.

She lifted her hips, peeling her panties down to her knees, and I tore them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside. My eyes lingered on her glistening pussy, her folds slick and swollen, already wet and waiting for me. When she reached down with two fingers, spreading herself open, my breath caught.

“Lick me too, Ryan,” she said with expectant eyes.

There was no resisting her. I pressed my face between her thighs, tongue dragging over her soaked slit in one long lick that made her scream.

“Hmmmn—haaaan!” She cried, her fingers tangling hard in my hair, yanking me closer.

Her taste flooded my mouth, salty, sweet, intoxicating. I lapped at her greedily, tracing circles over her clit before plunging my tongue into her tight heat. Every flick and curl made her hips buck against my face, her thighs trembling around my head.

“Fuuuck… don’t stop, don’t stop, Ryan!” She begged, her voice breaking into desperate moans as her back arched off the turf, her pussy dripping against my tongue while she clutched me tighter, like she’d never let me go.

Her thighs trembled around my head as I kept working her, my tongue plunging and curling deep inside her before dragging out in long strokes that left her squirming. Every time I pulled back, I spread her open wider with my thumbs, just so I could watch her glistening pussy quiver as my tongue lapped up every drop of her slick. The sound of her moans carried through the empty stadium, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the bleachers like a song made just for me.

“Haaaah… ohhh ffffuck, Ryan… haaan,” she cried, her voice climbing louder, shameless, not caring who or what might hear.

I shifted lower, pressing my mouth against her swollen folds, sucking at them with wet, greedy kisses. My tongue darted inside her again, lapping and flicking while my lips sealed around her pussy, slurping loudly, messy and hot. She writhed beneath me, heels digging into the turf, back arching, hands tugging so tight at my hair it hurt—but I didn’t care.

“Yesss, oh god, don’t you fucking stop—hyaaa, yessss!” She wailed, her hips lifting higher to meet my mouth.

That was when I teased higher, letting my tongue trace lazy circles just around her clit, not touching it directly, making her whimper and beg as her body twitched in frustration. Her legs shook, toes curling, her pussy leaking against my face. I breathed hot against her swollen nub, barely grazing it, listening to her cry out louder and louder in the cavernous silence of the field.

“Ryaaaan—fuck me with your tongue, please—please—ohhhhnnnn!”

I closed my lips around her clit at last, sucking it hard into my mouth while flicking the tip of my tongue against it in relentless, rapid strokes. She screamed, voice cracking, her whole body convulsing. Her thighs clamped around my head, trapping me there as I sealed my mouth tighter, sucking her pussy as if I could drink her.

The pressure inside her broke all at once.

“HaaaaAAANNN—haaa…god, I’m—ohhh fuuuck!”

A hot rush exploded from her cunt, squirting across my mouth and cheeks in a shuddering spray. I drank her release greedily, tongue still teasing her clit as she cried out, her body thrashing against the turf. The flood coated my chin, dripped down my throat, and I swallowed every drop like I couldn’t get enough.

Her moans turned into trembling whimpers, her grip on my hair loosening as her whole body sagged in exhaustion. She sighed long and shaky, a deep guttural release of pure pleasure, her chest heaving as she lay spread out and soaked in the middle of the deserted stadium, her pussy still twitching against my lips while I licked her clean.

She squirted again, smaller this time, a final spasm wringing out of her with another shaky cry before she collapsed fully, boneless, eyes half-lidded as she stared up at the dark sky.

Her sigh washed over me—content, spent, but still glowing with that wild fire in her eyes. And I knew she wasn’t nearly done.

“This feels amazing…” She breathed, her chest rising and falling fast, skin gleaming with sweat. Her eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, lips trembling with the kind of bliss that made me want to stay buried between her thighs forever.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, a smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah, I can only agree with that. But I’m not sure this is the best place to do it.” My voice came out low, thick with lust, though even saying it felt hollow because every nerve in me already belonged to her.

She tilted her head back, letting her hair fan out against the artificial turf, her grin small but certain. “I wanted to be alone this time. Not in that house, not with anyone else listening. Here, I can cry as much as I want.” Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, as if her body couldn’t stand being empty another second.

“Infected may be attracted, though,” I muttered, still glancing toward the distant walls, though my hand hadn’t left her thigh, hadn’t stopped stroking her slick folds.

Her answer was a smile that melted all caution. Her flushed cheeks made her look wild and untamed as she spread her legs wider, baring herself completely for me. “Then…”sshe said, her voice husky with daring, “you’d better fuck me quickly.”

The pulse in my cock throbbed so hard it ached. I didn’t even question her anymore. I knelt between her legs, gripping her thighs to hold them wide, the heat radiating from her pussy already calling me closer. My shaft brushed against her wet folds, and she shuddered, gasping at the contact.

“So… hot and hard your thing is, Ryan…” She whispered, her voice shaking with want.

“Not my fault,” I growled, lining myself up, the blunt head of my cock sliding against her slippery entrance before I pressed forward.

The first thrust stole both our breaths.

“Haaaaan—yesssssss!” She cried, her back arching off the turf as I sank into her, inch by inch, stretching her open until my hips smacked against hers. Her pussy clamped down around me, hot and velvety tight, and I gritted my teeth at the sheer ecstasy of being fully inside her.

I drew back slow, savoring the drag of her slick walls, then slammed forward again, harder this time. She screamed, the sound echoing across the empty stadium, raw and unashamed. Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my back as if she needed to anchor herself against the force of my thrusts.

“Ffffuck—Sydney…” I groaned, pounding her harder, faster, the wet slap of our bodies colliding filling the night air. Her tits bounced under her shirt, her nails raked my shoulders, and every time I drove into her she gasped like she was about to break.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me—harder—Ryan harder!” She cried, her voice ragged, her moans carrying into the emptiness like a beacon.

I obeyed without thought, gripping her hips, hammering into her with deep, merciless strokes that made her pussy gush around me. Her clit ground against my pelvis with every thrust, sending her eyes rolling back.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Her body convulsed suddenly, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. “I’m cumming—I’m cummmiiiiiing!”

It seems she couldn’t anymore.

I felt it the moment she unraveled. Her pussy clenched around my cock like a vice, hot ripples squeezing me tight as her orgasm ripped through her. She squirted again, wet heat spraying across my stomach and thighs, her screams rising high before breaking into whimpers.

I lost it then. With her walls spasming around me, I drove deep one final time, my body jerking as I spilled inside her, hot spurts flooding her quivering cunt. My groan was guttural, ripped from my chest, as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.

We collapsed together on the turf, her legs still wrapped around me, her chest pressed against mine, both of us panting, drenched in sweat and sex. The stadium was silent but for our ragged breaths, her pussy still fluttering weakly around my cock as if reluctant to let me go.

She sighed, content and trembling, her voice soft against my ear. “That… was exactly what I wanted.”

“What? Having sex in a post-apocalyptic stadium?” I asked with a short laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. My voice echoed faintly in the vast emptiness around us as I slumped down beside her, still catching my breath, my body buzzing from the release. I pulled out and let myself fall back onto the cool artificial ground.

“Yeah,” Sydney said with a tired laugh of her own, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. Her shoulders rose and fell quickly, chest still heaving.

I drew in a deep breath. My gaze lifted to the sky above—the wide, broken dome of the stadium ceiling where twilight shadows stretched across the structure. The clouds outside had begun to darken, eating away the last slivers of orange light. My smile faded as quickly as it had come, a weight pressing into my chest.

“I… don’t even understand what kind of relationship we have anymore,” I said quietly.

The words weren’t only for her. They carried the weight of too many names: Rachel, Elena, Cindy. One after another, they flashed through my mind, tangled up in the same knot of confusion and guilt.

Sydney didn’t look at me right away. She lay on her side, staring into the distance, her expression unreadable. Then, with a soft shrug, she said, “Then don’t try to understand it.”

Her voice was calm, almost too calm. Like the answer was simple, and I was the only one making it complicated.

“That would be so easy,” I muttered, shaking my head, eyes fixed on the broken roof above us. “So damn easy… but I can’t do that.”

“Because you’re thinking too much,” she replied, finally turning to glance at me. There was no judgment in her eyes, only a tired sort of acceptance.

“Maybe yes…”

But I couldn’t just treat these girls as nothing more than patients to be treated and to be forgotten after having literally sex with them and a few times.

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