Chapter Twenty-Nine – Dylan #3
She nods as if she wants to keep herself from saying something. I speed up. The circles become tighter. I tease her by dipping one finger inside and quickly taking it back out. A loud breath escapes her, so I place my other hand over her mouth. I can feel her warm breath on the palm of my hand.
“I love seeing you this turned on,” I murmur, my voice a rough whisper. “Knowing it’s all for me.”
My words get to her as her hips begin to grind involuntarily. She’s hungry for me. I work faster, and my thumb turns into a blur. She closes her eyes, her head falling back against the tile with a soft thud. “Yes, yes,” she lets out a muffled pant.
“Look at me when I’m touching you. I wanna see you lose it.”
Her eyelids flutter open. Her eyes look glassy and unfocused. Her pupils dilate in pleasure, and her breathing comes in harsh inhales through her nose.
Slowly, I move my hand away from her lips. “How bad do you wanna come . . . How bad do you want my fingers inside you?”
She mouths a word, but no sound comes out. “Convince me how badly you need it, princess.”
Her eyes plead with me. “Pl-plea-please, Dylan.” Her voice is a broken whisper, raw with need. “I need to co-come. Please.” She squirms.
Something low and wicked climbs out of my throat before I can stop it. Oh God, I can feel her getting wetter, her juices coating my hand. She opens wider, raising one of her legs to my waist. “You beg so sweetly.”
“Please don’t stop,” she moans. “Don’t stop . . .”
“I won’t, princess,” I taunt, sliding two fingers into her, entirely. I start pulsating them upward on her soft spot as my thumb works on her sensitive clit. She’s panting harder and harder.
I smile to myself, because her tight pussy is ready to be filled with my cock.
“I’m going to count down, and you’re going to come . . .” My fingers are relentless, and my thumb is applying perfect pressure to her clit. “Three . . .”
“. . . two . . .”
I breathe.
“. . . one.”
She presses her face into my shoulder as she orgasms, which erupts into a series of wild, jerky thrusts of her hips against my fingers. “That’s it, princess,” I tell her, holding her in place as she fights to remain quiet.
“Dylan!” she cries out, and she collides with me, gasping for breath.
Gently, I remove my fingers and push her back, because I’m not finished.
Slowly, I lower myself to the cold floor; her pussy glistens.
I lean in and lick her clean, my tongue lapping up every last drop of her sweet release.
Her trembling hand reaches down to thread her fingers through my hair.
After I’ve tasted every bit of her, I rise to stand, a burning need throbbing in me.
“This body belongs to me right now. Got that?” I don’t pause to see how she reacts.
Quickly, I push down both my pants and boxers, and my erection springs free.
Before she can respond, I close the distance, scoop her up, and hold her in place. Her legs wrap around me as her arms find their way around my neck. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Do you still wanna . . . ya know . . .”
She eyes me with a smirk and then nods. Yup, that silent communication will do it. I position the broad head of my cock at her soaked entrance and thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt in a smooth, brutal motion.
Fuck, I haven’t had sex without a condom since I lost my virginity years ago. It feels unbelievable, a thousand times better. Her pussy grips me, impossibly tight and warm. A loud, guttural groan is torn from her throat.
“Shh, princess,” I whisper, my voice tense. “I don’t want all of them to hear your pretty cry.”
“Dylan . . .” she moans quietly into my ear, a combination of panic and ecstasy in her breath.
“You’re taking me so well,” I breathe.
I keep thrusting in short, deep strokes that make her entire body tremble.
Then, the world beyond the confines of our small stall erupts.
The door to the locker room bursts open, and the team pours in.
They have no inkling their captain has a woman pinned against a shower wall, fucking her senseless just feet away.
Her eyes widen in both fear and arousal, her mouth freezing as she covers it to stifle the sounds. The guys in the background are loud — turning up the music, slamming locker doors. They have no idea.
The danger, the sheer fucking audacity of it, sends my arousal into overdrive. “Fuck, princess,” I grunt into her ear, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, driven by the frantic energy just beyond the door. “Your pussy is heaven. It’s squeezing my cock so fucking tight. I can’t get enough.”
Liquid heat courses down my body, and I thrust harder.
I can feel her pussy tremble around my cock, and she’s trying her hardest not to make a sound. The base of my spine tightens.
“I’m gonna—” I rasp quietly. My words scratch her sweat-slicked flesh. “I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum. Right here. With the whole fucking team on the other side of the door. Do you wanna feel it? You wanna feel me painting your insides?”
As my princess nods shakily, still trying to keep quiet, a harsh, animalistic grunt rips from me.
My hips fall abruptly out of rhythm, stuttering against her skin as I drive inside her one last time.
I tense up, a burning wave of climax exploding from me.
The sensation is so intense, so painfully close, I wind up quietly laughing in short gasps.
Fawn’s body freezes into a silent giggle, her forehead resting on my shoulder.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
“Ahh, he can’t help you,” I say, out of breath. “Fuck, that was so good.”
I’m still inside her, twitching, filling her up. We both try our hardest to keep quiet, our bodies shaking with the effort.
A minute later, gently, I pull my throbbing cock out, and I lower her until her feet land on the tile.
Her legs give way like Jello the minute our connection breaks.
Swooping in, I hold her in one strong arm around her waist with the other already in motion.
My practice jersey is still on the floor where I dropped it.
I snatch it up before I can think. Without a second’s hesitation, I press the damp, sweaty fabric firmly against her soaked pussy, trapping my cum inside her.
“Gotta keep my cum right where it belongs, princess,” I whisper. My voice is ragged. I hold the jersey there, letting the cum seep into it.
Bang. Bang. Bang — a sharp, impatient knocking rattles the stall door, making us both jump.
“Hey! Anyone in there?” a gruff male voice barks from the other side.
My eyes snap to Fawn as I quickly pull up my pants one-handed.
“Shit,” she swears.
The lazy, post-nut blur fades from me, replaced by an authoritative dominance. I don’t give it a second thought. “Yeah. Your captain. Now, fuck off!” I snap back, refusing the possibility of a challenge. This is the voice of a captain accustomed to being followed.
There’s a stunned silence from the other side of the door before a rapid, “Shit, sorry, man” followed by the sound of someone backing off.
As soon as they leave, I turn to Fawn. “You hear that? They have no idea their captain’s little princess is standing in here, dripping with my cum.”
My jersey against her pussy is soaked through with a mix of her arousal and my cum. I keep the pressure steady, my hand firm, claiming her most intimate place.
“You feel that warmth?” I whisper in a dark rumble. “My fucking cum, deep inside your perfect little pussy, marking you, Fawn. Even when you walk out of here, you’ll be carrying a part of me with you.”
A soft, ravenous groan escapes her. The concept is so primal, so possessive, it makes my head spin. I didn’t just fuck her. I claimed her.
I draw the jersey back slowly, and she breathes in sharply as a fresh trickle of cum escapes down her thigh. My eyes follow the path it makes, darkening with pure, unadulterated lust.
“Look at that,” I tell her. “Not even your pussy is letting me go. It’s trying to suck every last bit of me in.”
I hold the jersey to my face and take a sniff. Her expression does exactly what I expected. “Damn, princess. You smell like me, you, and sex. That’s the best smell in the world.”
“Dylan, you’re so—” she breathes. “Crazy in a good way. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Good, because I’m nowhere near done with you, and I don’t think I’ll ever be.”
I wipe the last drips of my cum from her thigh then shove the jersey into the waist of my pants like a trophy.
That takes all of two seconds, and then I’m on her again, pulling her lace panties back in place and smoothing her dress over her hips.
My fingers find the mess of her hair and glide through it, until there’s nothing left to fix.
“Don’t worry, you still look beautiful,” I tell her, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “You okay?”
“Yeah . . . that was different. I’ve never fucked in public.” She bites her bottom lip for a second. “How are we gonna get out of here?”
I smile. “You can expect that from me. I just wanna be fucking you everywhere, princess.” A wicked promise curls on my lips. “Don’t worry, the team will be gone soon. Then we can go on our date.”
My lips find hers, brief and certain, my hands settling at the small of her back. “I could always Shakira our way out here . . .”
“Shakira your way out?” She cocks her head playfully.
“Give a little dance.” I start swaying my hips. “They wouldn’t even know you’re behind me. They’d be too busy looking at my abs.”
“Your dance moves aren’t always gonna get us out of trouble, you know. Plus, they would see your cum-soaked jersey . . .” she teases.
“Or they might think it’s just sweaty, but that’s beside the point.” I lift a brow.
She shakes her head, the corners of her mouth giving her away.
We can already hear some players leaving the locker room; it won’t be long until they’ve all fucked off. A part of me wishes we could stay in this stall forever. I pull her close, my mind blissfully empty of everything except her.