He slips his cock inside of me, searing pain takes over as he splits me in half. I’m not equip to fitting that thing inside me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.
“Christ, you’re squeezing my dick sweetheart.”
If I could formulate a single thought right now, I would probably give him some snarky remark, but I can’t think of anything other than the growing pleasure as the pain disappears.
He pounds into me, thrusting hard and fast while I try not to scream in the empty locker room. There are still people here, employees that would probably be scarred for life if they walked in on the two of us having sex right now.
Every time he enters me, I fall more and more in love with him. He’s perfect for me in every way, even though there were a couple bumps in the road, I know that we’re going to be together forever.
I can feel my release fast approaching, “fucking christ Lucas” I moan.
“That’s it pretty girl, cum for me.”
So I do. All it takes is a couple words and I’m toppling over the edge. I shake in his arms, my entire body tensing from the force of my orgasm. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
Lucas gives me a moment to breathe, and once my mind clears, I unhook my legs and drop to the ground. The tile is hard against my knees, and the water makes it hard to breathe as I wrap my lips around his hard cock, but the look on his face makes it so worth it.
“Do you like tasting yourself?” He asks, one hand pressed against the wall and another wrapped around the back of my head.
I smile, slowly working him with my hands while I bob my head. The tip of his dick hits the back of my throat and I gag, pulling back immediately while Lucas groans.
All I want to do right now is make him cum just as hard as he made me. It’s my one focus.
I wonder what his cum would taste like on my lips.
I keep going, taking him further and further down my throat and forcing myself to go deeper even when my body tells me to stop. He makes the most amazing noise when I do it, and I’m fucking addicted.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close” he mumbles.
Seconds later he grips my hair between his fingers and thrusts. His cum leaks into my mouth and I swallow every drop, completely hypnotized at the look on his face. I wipe the excess off my lips as I stand, smirking at him.
“How the hell did you learn to do that?”
Answering that question is only going to make him angry, we both know we have pasts, but talking about them isn’t a good idea. I don’t need to know the finer details and neither does he.
“Even though I know you’ve changed, don’t forget how good that just felt, and how horrible it would feel knowing someone else is going to feel if you fuck up again.” I start walking away, picking up my things on my way out of the showers. When I’ve collected all my clothes I look back at him and drop my gaze down to his still-hard dick, “but I can say, nothing willevercompare to that.”
forty-seven
LUCAS
Chris scares the ever-living shit out of me. The guy is so fucking intimidating. He’s been staring at me from across the room for the last twenty-minutes, glaring at me like I kicked a fucking puppy or something.
“It’s beautiful, thank you” Tash says, placing the baby mobile Claire and I got her to the side. She hugs Claire before turning back towards the tree and grabbing another gift.
My mom was kind of upset that I wouldn’t be home for Christmas this year, but I promised that Claire and I would visit soon. She’s so insanely excited to meet the first girl to have my heart. I don’t think she actually believes that Claire exists, even though we face-timed earlier today.
Sam Connors bounces on the couch next to me, he’s been bragging about his gift to Tash since we got here, and I’m actually kind of excited to see what he got her.
Tash rips off the teddy-bear wrapping paper and reveals a tiny little football, leaving all of us confused.
“Isn’t it adorable?” He exclaims.
Claire turns her head to look at him, “it is… but I don’t get it.”
He shrugs, “maybe the kid will want to play football, follow in the footsteps of yours truly.”
Chris turns his gaze away from me, giving me a second of peace while he looks at Sam like he’s a fucking idiot, “you’re a hockey player Sammy.”
