My mouth watered. “I want to smell you.” Heat splashed across my face. “I want to bury my face in your balls and taste your sack sweat.”
His pupils blew dark and wide and he leaned down as though he was going to kiss me. I held my breath, both nervous and excited about him being affectionate in public, but he stopped and straightened again.
“This workout is done,” he growled out, grabbing the weight bar and heaving it back onto the rack. “Up. Get up. We’re going to the showers.”
I held back a laugh as he grasped my wrist and yanked me up and off the bench, grabbing my towel before he hauled me toward the locker room as though I weighed nothing. Genie caught my eye while I was more or less dragged along, and he grinned, shaking his head.
Judge yanked me into the locker room and through the doors to the showers, which were divided by chest-high walls but open in the front. There was no privacy and I didn’t usually care because I had nothing to hide. I could already imagine all the wicked things Judge had planned for me, especially since the showers were completely empty, steam lingering from the first round of morning-goers rushing off to work.
He dragged me to one of the showers and pushed me into the stall. I watched him, unable to look away from his red cheeks and the way his nose curved so perfectly. He hadn’t shaved this morning and the hair on his chin was starting to grow back, which made me happy. While he was handsome clean-shaven, I loved the short five o-clock shadow on him. It made me want to feel the prickle under my fingertips.
“What are we doing?” I whispered.
He grabbed my tank top and tugged it up and over my head, and once he had his own tank top off, he shoved down my sweatpants. It took all my effort not to protest, to tell him we could be caught by a student or teacher from the school, but I wanted this—wantedhim.
“I’m going to give you what you need.” He grinned at me and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down. His hard cock sprang free, bouncing from its prison. “Get on your knees and lick the sweat off my balls, Rookie.”
We did an awkward dance while we grinned at each other and kicked our shoes out of the shower. My socks were a pain as I peeled them off, then sent them sailing. I groaned and stepped out of my pants, throwing them over the half wall, and Judge did the same thing with his clothes. He reached around me to turn the knob, sending warm water pelting down over us. He gave me a look as if to ask why I wasn’t already blowing him, and I fell to my knees like he’d ordered. I shuffled closer and touched his hips, tracing the grooves there with my thumbs and gazing up at him from beneath my lashes. “Tell me if someone comes?”
“The only one coming will be me.” He smirked, clearly proud of himself for that pun.
I rolled my eyes and hid a grin. My gaze traveled down his flexing abs to his cock, red at the tip and hard, ready for me to swallow. My mouth watered as I nudged my nose under his balls, burying my face in his crotch. He smelled likemanand I couldn’t get enough.
“Move back. Get under the spray, Rookie,” he ordered, and I was quick to comply. The water beat down on my back, the heat great for my used muscles, but it was also the perfect position, away from wandering eyes if someone came in. “Now suck my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
I moaned and took the head of his dick between my lips, sucking tenderly at first, tonguing his slit before I took more of him into my mouth. It didn’t take much to have my nose pressed into his trimmed brown pubes. The mixture of his scent and taste had my cockhead throbbing, heat lighting up my skin. I feltalive. Excited. When was the last time I’d had this feeling? I couldn’t remember.
I swirled my tongue around his hard flesh, bobbing my head along his shaft. His hot dick slid in and out of my mouth, and he groaned, running a hand through my short hair.
“Yeah, like that. Fuck, I love your mouth.”
I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more and it was dangerous.
“Take me deep. Let me feel your throat.”
I whined and slid him back in. It didn’t work at first and I gagged, spit gathering around my mouth. He was wider than Chris, and while not huge, he was above average. Relaxing, I let him in again and this time he slipped down my throat.
“Fuck yeah. You look so hot like this, being my bitch.”
My dick jerked and I wrapped a hand around it, stroking the tips of my fingers down the length.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He grabbed my hair in a rough grip. “Are you mine, Flynn?”
I dug my nails into the skin on his hip and hoped he understood that was an answer.
“Good little subby boy, aren’t you? Fuck. Your ex was a fucking idiot.”
I wanted to agree, but my air was cut off and dizziness washed over me. He thrust deeper once, then pulled back until his dick fell from my mouth. I gasped for breath, my lungs burning as I touched my hand to the floor tiles, uncaring that they might be dirty.
He released his hold on my hair and carded his fingers through it. “You’re okay.”
I nodded even though it wasn’t a question and glanced up at him. “Yeah.”
“Get up here. I want to get off before someone comes in.”
I jumped to my feet, and he clasped my arms, using his firm grip to shove me backward into the shower wall. I grunted, then grinned when he released his hold to dance his fingertips over my biceps.
“These are so sexy, Rookie.”
