“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, “you scared the shit out of me. I thought you went home with the others.”
A smirk twists his lips, “I had something I wanted to do.”
“And what would that be?” I ask as he stands up, making his way towards me.
Without another word, he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me. His lips move against mine quickly, like a starving man eating his first meal in ages.
Lucas uses his other hand to grab my waist and guide us towards the wall. My back presses against the cold concrete while he grinds into me and moans. His hands roam my body, grabbing at my curves. His touch feels so good, and every time he brushes against a new area, my skin lights on fire.
“You feel so fucking good” he grumbles against my neck, placing soft kisses just below my ear. “I’ve always fantasized about fucking in a locker room.”
My cheeks heat knowing that a couple weeks ago I made myself cum at a similar fantasy. Just thinking about it makes my stomach coil with pleasure.
“God this is just like before” I say without thinking.
Lucas stops, “what?”
Fuck.
He takes a step back and looks at me skeptically, “what do you mean like before? Did we fuck in here before and I just don’t remember?”
I’m so fucking embarrassed right now, I don’t want to tell him but I have a feeling I won’t be able to get out of this without an explanation. “I kind of had a fantasy about us fucking in the hockey rink a couple weeks ago… after you brought me to the lake” I whisper.
Please don’t be weirded out.
“That’s so fucking hot” he grumbles, grabbing me again and crashing our lips together.
I grab the back of his neck, threading my fingers through his hair and hoping to god that no one walks in on us.
His hands find their way to the hem of my sweater and he rips it off of me. With a crazy amount of ease, he unclasps my bra and attaches his lips around my nipple. He sucks and laps at the sensitive flesh, causing me to arch my back and moan his name.
We’re a mess of tangled limbs, crude noises, and messy kisses. There’s no thoughts, we’re just moving where our bodies take us and enjoying every second of it.
I don’t notice that he’s guided us towards the shower until I hear the water hitting the tiled floor. Steam floats around us, making our skin sticky and wet while we undress.
“This anything like your fantasy?” Lucas asks, stalking towards me while I take a couple steps back.
Shaking my head with a coy smile on my lips, I laugh, “it’s so much better.”
He makes me feel more alive than I have in years, he’s like a walking adrenaline shot, and I fucking love it.
We’re so much alike, it’s scary. We’re two pieces of the same puzzle, hurt, broken, and scared of what’s lurking around the corner. Trying to learn how to love again, trying to learn how to trust.
But we’re doing ittogether.
His fingers connect with my pussy at the same time that my back hits the hot water, the combination sending my head into a hazy spiral.
His fingers rub circles around my clit, my toes curl at the sensation and I claw my fingers down his back. I don’t think either of us care if I leave a mark, I’m actually pretty sure he’d enjoy showing it off.
Lucas stops for a second, making me whine. The lack of contact makes me want to cry, I’m so fucking riled up that I’m seconds away from taking matters into my own hands and finishing myself off.
But he surprises me when he bends down and wraps his arms around my legs and hoists me up against the wall. His cock rubs against my slit, causing both of our eyes to roll back.
“Don’t drop me” I beg, scared that my head will crack open.
Lucas licks his lips, “please. I can body men triple your weight, I think I can handle holding you up.”
I think I might die of a god damn heart attack.
