“Fuck me, champion.”
I pull out before spearing back into her with one deep and brutal thrust. Her nails dig into my bare shoulders as her head lolls back against the wall with a groan she attempts to silence.
“You want to be quiet?”
She nods, color deepening on her cheeks. Her eyes sparkle when I cover her mouth, giving into the fierce need to fuck her without mercy.
As I pound into her over and over, her scent from my fingers covering her mouth makes me salivate. “Slight detour, princesa,” I growl beside her ear.
Dropping to my knees, I somehow manage to keep her against the wall without dropping her. Planting her pussy on my face, I go to town, bracing her ass cheeks with my palms. She’s going to buck. She’s going to wiggle and move, shift her weight, but I’m stable and strong, and so fucking determined.
Her legs dangle down my back, the cast bumping against my body every time she squirms. Her slick salty-sweet taste explodes on my tongue as I eat her with fervor. She’s perfect. I get her right to the edge. Her legs clench around my head, squeezing me tightly as she approaches her orgasm. Her muscles ripple around me, and her juices drip onto me from above.
I’ve never had locker room fantasies, but this is so fucking hot it’s going to be repeated for sure.
When she detonates on my face it takes us both by surprise and she smacks her hands over her face to drown out her frenzy. I hold her, lapping at her delicious pussy until the last aftershock rakes her body.
Shoving her up like I’m bench pressing at the gym, the transition from eating her out to having her back on my cock is smoother than I expected.
She’s frantically kissing me, fingers caressing my face before spearing into my hair and scraping my scalp. When she tips her head back, I cover her mouth again with my hand and nibble my way down her neck.
With each grunt and thrust, I charge closer to my release. Body tense, balls heavy. She moans behind my palm, her eyes are heavy, filled with bliss and lust. This woman does me in.
The door to the dressing room opens and Myer’s calls to someone that he’ll only be two minutes. Edith freezes, but I keep my hand over her mouth and drill into her without missing a beat.
Myers isn’t going to ruin this for me. I couldn’t give a fuck if he walks past us right now, and I need to communicate that to Edith. I don’t know how she reads it, or whether my assault on her g-spot with my steel-stiff cock is what distracts her from caring, but her body softens.
The edges of my vision blur reality and ecstasy as I burst apart inside my girl. I thrust every last drop inside her, needing to mark her as mine from the inside.
A few minutes later, chests still heaving and my cum still dripping into her panties, I piggy back carry her out into the locker room. Our friends are now drinking sparkling apple cider from champagne glasses, wearing championship t-shirts and hoodies.
“Who the fuck got these done? Talk about tempting fate.” I place Edith back into her wheelchair and put her casted leg up on the rest.
“Feel better?” Scott holds out a glass to me with a grin.
No point in even trying to deny it. “Much.”
Myers hands a glass to my girl. “If it helps, all I could see was his naked back.”
If I had something to throw at him, I would. But the resulting flush spreading down Edith’s neck is delectable.
“Nicely done.” He offers me a fist bump, and when my fist connects with his, Edith groans and hangs her head in her hands.
“I hate you all.”
“Payback is a wench.” Eloise’s voice is small, but no one misses it and we all crack up.
“How did you not get frost bite?” Savannah’s eyes widen. “What if your peen dropped off because it got so cold?” Her questions are directed to Ares, but her eyes remain on Eloise. “So fucking badass.”
“You know.” Raffi takes a sip of his drink. “It’s not super easy to do it around these parts without getting caught. Unless getting caught is your jam.” He winks at Ares who tips his glass to him. “But in case anyone should need to know, the tables in the training room are the perfect height.” He drinks again. “Or so I’m told.”
The conversation buzzes around us, but I can’t take my eyes off my princess. One thing’s for certain—no way in fucking hell I’m making it through dinner without banging her again.
CHAPTER37
Edith
My boyfriend is fucking feral.
