Grabbing her ass, I slowly push myself inside, groaning in pleasure when I feel her wetness wrap around me.
I pull out of her and then drive my length inside her all at once.
Her loud moans bounce off the walls as I pick up the pace of my thrusts. She moves her ass back, matching my rhythm.
“I love watching you fuck me,” she says, gazing at our reflection in the restroom mirror.
“Yeah? I love it too, baby.” Fisting her hair, I yank her head back and hammer into her, driving myself deeper with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Maddox!” she cries out, her knuckles whitening around the counter. “Don’t stop!”
I let out a groan, feeling my balls tighten as I watch myselfpound into her tight pussy. The sound of her moans and the faces she makes is bringing me closer to the edge.
I continue to move inside her, and when her walls clamp down on my dick, I’m a goner.
“Fuck, Annalise!” I collapse onto her, my fingers gripping her ass as I flood her pussy with my release.
After we get cleaned up and do our best to make ourselves look presentable, we head back out to mingle with our friends.
“What were you two up to?” Elijah lifts his brows, smiling at us knowingly.
“Just exploring other parts of the club,” I say.
“More like exploring Annalise,” Mazikeen chimes in. “Next time y’all fuck in public, put a gag on her. We could hear her moaning over the loud music.”
Heat flames Annalise’s cheeks and I let out a cough.
“W-wait what? Are you serious?” Annalise says, her eyes flicking from Mazikeen to Elijah.
They both laugh hysterically, earning an eye roll from Annalise and me.
“Y’all make it so damn obvious.” Elijah shakes his head, taking a sip out of his drink.
“I need to pee.” Mazikeen gets up from her seat. “Which one did y’all fuck in, so I can avoid it?”
“Honestly, I wasn’t paying attention.” I look at Annalise, grinning.
She lets out a soft chuckle and Mazikeen wrinkles her nose.
“You two are gross.”
“A little more to the left.Yes, that’s the spot. Oh, fuck, that hurts.” I grunt as Annalise digs her thumb into my shoulder, releasing the tight knot.
Tomorrow night is the first game of the conference semifinals,and we’re facing off against Seattle. Their star player, Thomas Everett, is a fucking beast on the court, and beating Seattle will be way more challenging than LA.
I’ve been overdoing it during practice, and the large knot that formed on my shoulder has been causing discomfort to my arms and neck.
“Does that feel better?” she asks, plopping down next to me on the couch.
I roll my shoulders back. “Yes, much better. Thank you.” Pulling her close, I plant a kiss on her cheek.
She rests her head on my shoulder, threading her fingers through mine. “How are you feeling about the game tomorrow night?”
“My stress levels have been through the roof.” I blow air out of my cheeks. “The first round was a breeze, but Seattle will give us a run for our money.”
I let out a heavy sigh, fixing my gaze on my lap. “There’s been so much weight on my shoulders lately. If we get eliminated after this round, I’m going to be so disappointed in myself.”
“Have you forgotten who you are?” She arches a brow, folding her arms over her chest.
