I release a small sound of exasperation as she pulls me into the women’s locker room, locking the door behind us. She slides the jersey off, only wearing her tight, black sports bra underneath. The swell of her round breasts stares right back at me.
“Here, take it.”
I fist the jersey she’s thrust into my hand, and my eyes skate down her body. “Is it bad that I want you to put it back on?” I take a step towards her, chests close together.
“And risk everyone seeing it?” Mae tilts her head to the side and smiles. “That's very risky of you, Nate.”
“Don’t call me that, princess.”
“Don’t call me princess, then.”
“Yeah, not going to happen.”
I drop the jersey and bite down on my lip. I’m well-aware Mae can see how hard I am for her, her eyes dropping down before she gulps, face flushing.
“Nathan,” Mae says, her voice breathy, and it’s enough to send me into a spiral.
“Is this what you wanted last night, Mae?” I close the gap between us so our faces are inches apart, her minty breath fanning across my face. I tilt my head down until my lips latch onto the spot under her ear, and she immediately moans. “Is this what you were so desperate for?”
Another soft groan.
“Use your words for me. Tell me.” I smile against her skin. I’m so fucking hard right now. My cock is aching.
“Yes,” she responds. “Fuck yes.”
Her raspy voice powers through me, and her eyes collide with mine as I pull away. Within seconds, our lips are locked.
It’s instinct—her hands fisting my hair and my fingers digging into the skin of her hips.
Knowing that we shouldn't be doing this… where we are right now… it adds an element of excitement to the kiss.
Time stands still.
Her lips are desperate, her teeth bumping against my own, causing me to groan into her mouth.
But kissing Mae no longer feels enough. I want to pin her to the wall and fuck her senseless until she’s screaming so loud everyone knows what we’re doing.
She’s been punishing me for too long with her smart mouth.
I want to return the favour.
I give her my best cocky smirk after I pull away, enjoying how her chest quickly rises and falls as she breathes. “Is this pussy wet, Mae?” Dropping down in front of her, I grin, eye level with the front of her spandex shorts. If she’s not soaking, I haven’t done my job properly.
My fingers grip her ass, and I pull her forwards so her pussy is just inches away from me. It would be so easy to lap at her right now. Dip my fingers into these shorts and fuck her with my fingers.
Mae’s tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. “Nathan, I need it.”
“What do you need?” I palm her ass cheeks, squeezing the muscle. It fits perfectly in my hands.
“You. Your tongue on me. Shit.” Her head lolls back against the locker room wall. “Why do you have to make a woman so fucking horny?”
I narrow my eyes. “You, Mae. I makeyoufeel horny. I’m not making anyone else feel this way,” I tell her as I press a tentative kiss to her shorts, just over her pelvic bone.
Mae’s hands are in my hair, fingers pulling at the strands with force, but it feels good.
My hands slide up her toned stomach, and they hover above her breasts, wrapped tightly in her tiny sports bra. I cock a brow at her, silently asking for permission.
She wastes no time in nodding, and within a second, her sports bra is on the floor beside her, and my tongue is swirling around her nipple.
