I brace her thighs with both hands, helping her move, helping her take me deep. Sweat beads along my spine, but I don’t care, not when she’s looking at me like that. Not when she’s so wet, so tight, so fuckingmine. Flushed and wild-eyed, sweat-slicked and glowing—something holy and dangerous all at once.
“You feel so good like this. Look at you, taking me so fucking well.”
I let one hand drift between us, thumb swirling over her clit, and she jerks with a gasp.
“Stay still,” I murmur. “Let me work that needy little clit.”
I circle in slow circles, and her hips buck again.
“Uh-uh.” My grip tightens. “I said stay still.”
She whines and bites her lip, looking down at me.
“Mm,” I chuckle. “So sensitive.”
“Shut up,” she pants. “And do it again.”
I do, with a taunting pressure, then a few quick, soft, rhythmic taps until she lets out a string of expletives that would make Chase proud.
“Language,” I grunt.
“Reid—fuck—”
“Eyes on me.” My voice drops. “Stay right here.”
“Don’t stop,” she pants, dipping her head low. “Please—”
“You don’t beg.” I brush my mouth to her ear. “You listen.”
Her body melts against mine, head falling to my shoulder as I swirl my thumb harder.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whimpers. “Always.”
“That’s right.” I brace her hips and angle deeper as her pussy tightens around me. “You’re gonna come for me, right here, riding my cock.”
She sits back up again, rocking faster as her eyes roll back, nodding on a half gasp, half sob.
“Now,” I order. “Come for me, Havoc.”
And fuck, she does—crying out softly as her body clenches, trembling as she comes with her nails digging into my skin. It pulls me right over the edge with her. I groan, hips jerking up as I spill inside her, one hand sliding to cradle the curve of her belly.
“Fuck,” I bite out. “Good girl, just like that.”
She gyrates slowly on me for a moment longer, and then stills, her chest rising and falling as she slumps sideways into me.
“You’re unbelievable,” I whisper into her hair, my heart still racing.
She hums. “Hormones. Don’t get cocky.”
I grin up at the ceiling, still inside her.
Best damn workout of my life.
***
The locker room’s a battlefield of chirps and stick tape, sweat and liniment, half the team still jetlagged from off-season chaos.
