We work together, frantic. I rip the left glove off with my teeth and spit it onto the floor. Tilly yanks the right one free. They hit the tiles with a wet, heavy thud.
My hands are free.
I cup her face, careful to keep my battered knuckles away from her skin. I crash my mouth down on hers, kissing her like I’m trying to consume her. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting mint and adrenaline.
“Ben,” she breathes against my lips, her hands sliding down my chest, over the damp fabric of my trunks.
She breaks the kiss, her eyes dark and heavy. She pushes at my shoulders, sliding down my body. She sinks to her knees on the hard tile floor, right between my legs.
My breath hisses between my teeth. I look down at her—my brilliant scientist in her expensive black dress, on her knees in a dirty locker room.
She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my trunks and shoves them down, freeing me. I’m already rock hard, twitching, aching with a pressure that feels like violence.
Tilly doesn’t hesitate. She wraps her small hand around my cock, the coolness of her palm a shock against the feverish heat of my skin. She runs her tongue over the head, swirling it, and then takes me into her mouth.
“Fuck.”
I brace my hands against the lockers on either side of her head to keep from falling over.
The sensation is blinding. After the violence of the last hour, the wet, hot velvet of her mouth destroys me. She hums against me, swirling her tongue, taking me deeper, sucking hard enough to hollow out her cheeks.
I weave one hand into her hair, gripping the silky strands to ground myself. I stare down at the top of her head, watching her lips stretch around me, watching her cheeks hollow as she works me.
It’s too good. It’s too fast.
“Tilly,” I rasp, my hips bucking involuntarily as she tightens her throat around me. “Stop. You need to stop.”
I need to be inside her. I need to feel her everywhere.
I reach down, grabbing her under the arms, and haul her to her feet. She comes up breathless, her lips slick with my pre-come.
I don’t give her time to recover. I press her back against the lockers again, bunching her skirt in my fists and dragging it up her thighs, exposing pale skin to the harsh fluorescent lights.
“You watched,” I growl, leaning my forehead against hers, breathing her air. “You watched me break him.”
“I watched,” she pants, pressing her chest against mine. “I wanted you to win so you could come back here and fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
I shove her dress up to her waist. My hand dives between her legs. She’s soaking wet, slick heat coating my fingers the instant I touch her.
I hook my fingers into the delicate lace of her panties and rip them. The fabric tears with a sharp sound.
“Mine,” I snarl, tossing the ruined scrap aside. “Every inch of you is mine.”
I grab her thigh and hitch it high over my hip.
“Wrap your leg around me. Open up.”
She obeys instantly, hooking her ankle behind my back, exposing herself completely to me.
I grip her hips, line the head of my cock up with her entrance, and drive into her with one powerful thrust.
Her head knocks back against the locker with a metallic clang as I bury myself to the root. She cries out—a shattered, needy moan that vibrates against my chest.
“Christ,” I groan, my eyes rolling back.
She’s so tight. So hot and wet, her walls clamping down on me like a fist. This is where I belong. Right here, buried inside this woman, claiming her over and over until neither of us can think straight.
