"Good girl."
The praise sends heat straight through me, makes me clench with want. He kisses me hard while his hand works higher, fingers finding the edge of my underwear.
"You're soaked," he says, his voice rough with desire. "All from watching me at practice?"
"Yes."
"Fuck, Maya." He pulls my underwear aside, fingers sliding through my wetness. "I want to taste you, want to make you come on my tongue right here in my locker room."
"Please."
He drops to his knees, pushes my skirt up around my waist, and pulls my underwear down and off.
"Hold onto the stall next to you," he says, looking up at me. "And be quiet."
Then his mouth is on me.
I grip the stall, biting my lip to keep from making noise. His tongue is devastating, licking and sucking with the same precision he uses on the ice, like he's studied every response my body gives him. He starts slow, teasing, broad strokes that make my hips chase his mouth.
"Jackson—" His name comes out as a gasp.
"Quiet, Stardust. Don't want anyone to hear how good I'm making you feel." He pulls back, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "I need to take my time with you."
"We don't have time?—"
"We have enough." His tongue finds my clit, circling it slowly, deliberately, building the pleasure in waves instead of rushing. "I want to savor this… want to feel you fall apart for me."
He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention, keeping me on the edge but never quite pushing me over. Every time I get close, he changes pace, changes pressure, drawing it out until I'm trembling and desperate.
"Please," I breathe, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Please, what?" He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire and satisfaction at having me like this. "Tell me what you need."
"More. I need more."
"Like this?" He adds a finger, sliding it inside me slowly while his tongue continues its torture.
"Yes, oh god."
He works me methodically, adding a second finger and curling them to find that spot inside that makes my vision blur. His tongue never stops, varying between quick flicks and slow, deliberate circles that have me shaking.
My legs are trembling with the effort of staying upright and staying silent. The pleasure builds and builds, higher than before, more intense because he's taking his time.
"That's it," he says against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "Do you feel how wet you are for me? How ready? You're going to come so hard, Stardust."
"Jackson, I can't."
"You can, baby. Come for me."
He doubles his efforts, fingers pumping faster while his tongue works my clit with perfect pressure, and the orgasm hits hard and sudden. I press my hand to my mouth, muffling the sounds as pleasure crashes through me in waves that seem endless. He works me through it, tongue gentling as I come down but not stopping, drawing out every aftershock until I'm boneless and gasping.
When he stands, his lips are wet, eyes dark with want. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue.
"Your turn," I say, reaching for his joggers.
"Maya…"
"We have time, remember?" I drop to my knees before he can protest further. "You got yours, I want mine."
