Nathan hums, dragging his bottom lip into his mouth as he studies me. His eyes dart to the side, and he leads me into the men’s locker room beside us, locking the door. “We have roughly ten minutes before we have to be back out there.”
The way he talks to me. So lustful. So tentative. Wetness pools between my legs.
“I can easily make you come in that time,” I say, dropping to my knees before him, and his eyes darken.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
I stifle my smile as I run my hand over the bulge in his shorts. “I’ve been told I have the mouth of a goddess.”
“I really don’t want to hear about you and other men, Mae.” Jealousy sparks in his irises, and I play with the waistband of his football pants, silently asking permission.
He lowers his chin in a nod, and I pull his cock free, all thoughts dissipating from my mind.
I expected Nathan to have a big dick, but fuck me…
I don’t know how I’m going to handle it.
But I can sure as hell try.
The crowd is whooping, and I have no doubt it’s because they love the cheerleaders' performance. No one will notice my absence, especially not my mother, who will be too busy studying their every move.
Nathan looks at me for several beats, his Adam’s apple working.
We’re like yin and yang. We live entirely different lives. But everyone in the stadium is utterly oblivious to the fact that I’m about to make one of their favourite football players moan my name in the locker room, and it fucking turns me on.
On a chuckle, Nathan asks, “You just gonna sit there and stare at it?”
I meet his eyes, sticking my tongue out and sliding it over his tip. There’s a bead of pre-cum dripping from him, and the sweetness explodes on my tongue.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’m already full and haven’t even taken half of him.
Nathan groans, leaning forward to rest his arms against the lockers, caging me in. He watches me, eyebrows drawn together. “You’re desperate for this cock, aren’t you, princess?”
I lower my head in a quick nod.
“Tell me, how many times have you imagined yourself doing this? How many times have you imagined what my cock would taste like?”
“Too many,” I tell him as I pull away, gripping the base, my eyes shining with anticipation. I lean closer to lap at him again, and he shivers.
He rests his forehead against the locker, the force shaking them. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about filling this smart mouth of yours.”
I moan as I slide my mouth down him, tongue swirling.
My eyes flicker up to gaze at Nathan, who’s powerless to me right now. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him feel good. I’ve always been a giver.
My throat opens just as he begins to thrust gently. My eyes fill with tears.
“Too much?” he asks, pulling out, but I shake my head and inhale deeply through my nose, relaxing my throat muscles.
It’s not too much. It’s notenough.
Nathan’s hand reaches down to cup one of my cheeks as he watches me with fascinated eyes. He looks at me like I’m a rare piece of art he can’t believe he’s seeing in the flesh—like some sleazy robber might come and snatch me away.
I take him again, the feel of him in my mouth causing an involuntary whimper to come from me.
“That’s it. Moan on my cock, Mae.”
