I fist my cock and push forward into her tight pussy, leaning forward and moaning against her neck as she takes all of me. Her wetness surrounds me, and I sigh, remembering how she’s always ready to go. Her scent fills the space, but the steam helps circulate it out of the room. I groan as she perfumes, and I feel her slick dripping down my shaft and onto my balls.
My grip is tight on her thighs and ass holding her up, knowing I’m leaving finger tip shaped bruises in their wake. She feels so goddamn soft I never want this to end. Her hands are tangled in my semi-damp hair, and I wish more than anything that her dress was off and that I could watch her tits bounce while I fuck her.Later.
“Are you going to come for me?” It’s nearly a growl against her ear.
“Are you going to come inside of me?” she replies, and I moan, pushing into her harder and faster. I almost feel bad about her back hitting the wall. But when she moans after each thrust, I forgive myself.
“Going to fill this tight, wet pussy up, little Omega. Mark you as mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Mikael.” She’s gripping my hair so tightly that I know she’s getting close, the small flutters of her pussy making me shudder. I have to hold back from pushing my knot inside of her, even though it’s all I want.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy.”
Her teeth graze my neck, and I shiver, gripping her ass as I thrust into her as hard as I can without giving her my knot—it’s torture.
“Mikael,” she nearly shouts as she shakes under my grip, her cunt squeezing the life out of me as I try to keep my motions rhythmic. My orgasm reaches me, and I fill her up with my cum. I’m panting into her neck, and her arms are wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my waist as she holds on for dear life.
I pull back to look at her face, and all I see is lightness, complete happiness written in her expression. She makes me smile more than anyone ever has. I can’t help the stupid grin that takes over my face as I lean forward and kiss her.
“God, I missed you.”
“I missed you too, my maple sugar.”
She grimaces. “It’s only cute in French, never again.”
I laugh and squeeze her hips one more time.
“Game’s almost over. I’m going to have Jake take you to the main office to wait for us.” She has a slight reaction to Jake’s name, and I make a note to ask her about it later. “I’ve got to shower your scent off, and then we can go home.”
“Where you’re going to shower me with knots?”
“And snacks if you’re a good girl.”
Her cheeks heat, and I kiss the side of her head. I put her down on the ground and grab a towel to clean her up to the best of my ability. It’s part of the reason I can’t let her go back to the stadium. It’s more than the fact I don’t want anyone scenting my Omega. But it’s also a safety precaution for her.
She makes a disgusted sound. “Can I take these panties off?”
I groan, but nod my head as she takes her leggings and panties off. I plan on zipping them up in my bag. But knowing her pussy is bare under her dress both turns me on and brings out such a dark, possessive side of me that I didn’t even know existed.
I look over at Anders’ locker and know he will be pissed, but once he knows what happened, he will agree with me. I dig through his locker and grab his boxer briefs.
“Put these on,” I tell her, and she shrugs and grabs them, sliding them on.
“These aren’t going to stay on.” I roll my eyes, get to my knees, and tie a knot at the top of the elastic. “This looks stupid.”
“Good thing you’re just going to the office and shouldn’t see anyone then.”
“Yeah, good thing.” She kisses the center of my chest, and I kiss the top of her head. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Wouldn’t dare,” I reply. Hearing the final buzzer. I grab her biceps and take her to the door where Jim from security waits. “Jim, Jake should be taking Charlotte to the office. Can you make sure she gets there okay?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Martel.” I give him a nod and kiss the side of Charlotte’s head one more time.
“See you in a bit.” She smiles at me, and I haven’t been more excited to celebrate a win in my life.
Chapter forty-five
It’sbeenagloriousbut also long as fuck week. Mikael and I have made up, but we only had one night together before they had to go on a long trip on the road. I will give the guys credit though. The communication while they’re gone has been everything I’ve needed to feel settled. Not to mention the flowers, chocolate-covered strawberries, and leggings and panties that have been sent to the house.
