Because I’m trying not to die
I wait until the locker room door closes behind the final junior then head straight to the shower without looking back at her. I need a cold shower before I can talk to Maddy properly. Satisfaction is still playing somewhere outside.
Great. If I listen to this song enough, maybe I can get my satisfaction too.
“I want to shower.” Maddy’s voice comes through the curtain.
I open my eyes. “That facility is available in your house.”
The curtain slides aside. Maddy stands there wearing only the Princeton sweatshirt and a tiny black thong, her trainers and shorts abandoned somewhere behind her.
She shrugs, entirely unbothered, and lets her eyes travel straight down my body without an ounce of discretion.
My body reacts before my brain produces a single coherent objection. My hand is already reaching to turn off the water. My dick twitches hello.
Maddy tilts her head, stepping inside. “Move.”
She’s better be kidding about the shower.
“Mason stared at your legs for ten straight minutes.” My other hand slides the curtain closed, trapping us inside the tiny shower space.
Mason’s name should kill the mood. My dick clearly disagrees.
Her eyebrows lift. “That sounds like jealousy, Captain.”
“Yes,” I tell her hoarsely.
She laughs. That is the last sound either of us makes before I catch her around the waist and pull her against me.
Her mouth opens under mine immediately, tongue and teeth. Her hands slide into my wet hair while I kiss her harder, backing her against the tiled wall.
She tastes like mint and sports drink she stole from the room earlier, and her body fits against mine with an ease that should concern me.
Except it only turns me on even more.
Jesus. Sex with Maddy apparently only comes in one setting: completely fucking unreasonable.
I know how she tilts her head before I need to change the angle.
She knows exactly how hard to bite my lower lip before pain becomes something else.
My hand slides beneath the now damp sweatshirt and finds her breast. Fuck.
Perfect fit. So soft and warm in my palm.
Maddy arches into my palm and that only makes me press her harder against the shower wall.
My hard as steel dick says hello to her finally when she wraps her soft fingers around it.
“Fuck.” I hiss breathlessly, pulling back just enough to drop my forehead against hers.
This is the part where we both call it teasing and wrap it up neatly in a package called to be continued. My whole body hates this conclusion, with passion.
“You’re possessive today.” She teases, breaking the kiss.
“No.” I grit my teeth, close my eyes for a moment. Not just today.
I lean down and dive into another heated kiss. With experience, it’s the most effective method of stopping her from talking.
“Mad—” Maddy slides down before I realise what she is doing.
My throat goes dry seeing Maddy kneeling on the wet tiles, looking up at me and licking a slick pre-cum on my cock head.
Another sound cracks through the shower space, and it is certainly not hers. Because her tongue is swirling around my split, presses against my length with deliberate confidence before my whole dick is inside her mouth, meeting the very back of her throat.
I force myself to open my eyes again and look down.
Holy hell. All my muscles have tensed up and I’m currently holding on to every instinct to not thrust deeper into her mouth. I want that hot, wet sensation all over me.
Maddy is taking control. And I let her.
“Baby…” I grit through my teeth. “You might not get anything if you keep sucking me like that.” Another breath, trying to calm my heart down.
She keeps going anyway, ignoring my words completely. Jesus. Her lips wrap tight around me and I can stay in this wet shower until the next season.
“Nope. Nope.” I snap out of it and catch her beneath the chin. “Up.”
She releases me slowly enough to make the final second an act of violence. “I wasn’t finished.” Her eyes turn wicked.
“You were about to finish me.” I pull her upright and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue. “You’re not allowed to do that.” I ask hoarsely against her mouth. “What do you want?”
“You.” She gives me an impatient look.
“How?”
She knows this game now. “Hard,” she whispers. “Fast. Before one of your punctual teammates comes back for a water bottle.”
My dick jerks between us at the sound of Maddy saying fast. It is clearly as impatient as she is.
Her teeth bites down my earlobe. “I want you inside me, Willy.”
“There she is.” I laugh into her neck before forcing myself out of the shower long enough to retrieve a condom from my gym bag. The locker room is empty but Coach is still somewhere in the building. My body definitely does not need that information.
I’m back behind the curtain with an impressive speed. My hands find her waist immediately. “Turn around.”
We probably have ten minutes max before some idiots walk in on us because they forgot something. Maddy gives me a satisfied smirk watching me roll the condom on and listens to me at once.
Thank fuck. The sight of her ass with that tiny thong line rubbing my throbbing cock is too beautiful to just watch.
She turns her head to the side and demands. “Quickly, Will!” Then proceed to push her sweatshirt higher, exposing the curve of her back.
I lick my lips, sucking in a sharp breath and hit the home run.
The first tight, wet grip of her body almost takes my legs out from beneath me.
“Oh my God….” Maddy’s forehead drops toward the tile. A soft moan escaping her.
My fingers only grip harder on her ass cheeks, a thumb still hooking on the line of her thong. This girl really needs to stop saying Oh My God for all the different situations. They all come out sound like this specific moan.
I’m buried balls deep but I’m not moving yet. Partly to give her time and mostly because I’ve forgotten how lungs work.
Reality comes back in one sharp slap on my arm. “Why aren't you moving?” Maddy reaches back to me with her hand.
“Because I’m trying not to die.” I manage a chuckle.
I grip her tighter and pull myself all the way out before snapping back into her again.
Jesus. My breath breaks. This sight of her curves and me completely deep inside her make my vision blur.
I don’t know if I could last for more than a couple of strokes.
Embarrassing as hell and well, a fact today.
My toes curl on the floor.
I’m addicted to these sounds Maddy keeps making. It’s nothing like I have heard before. Those soft, helpless, breathless sounds quicken as I dive myself into her faster.
I want to swallow those sounds. That’s when it clicks inside me that Maddy is far too loud for a locker room with an unlocked outer door.
Fuck. I cannot get enough of this girl who also turns me into a reckless idiot like this.
My hand flies forward to cover her mouth with my palm. She laughs against it, which turns into a moan when I lift one of her leg up with my other hand. The thong line is on the side of her ass and about to snap back into place where my dick is moving, but I don’t care.
“Quiet,” I rasp against the back of her neck. “Please.”
That only encourages her to deliberately make another sound. So I tighten my hand, only for her to bite my palm.
“Menace.” I hiss and thrust harder into her as retaliation.
I tug the spaghetti thong line lower and squeeze her jiggling ass cheek. “Like it?” My chest pressed to her back, breathing into her ear.
Maddy only exhales sharply and gives me more of those delicious addictive moans that match my pace.
Then a soft Yeah escapes her lips, breathless.
Not a lot but I’ll take it. I squeeze her ass harder. She likes it, I’ll keep doing it.
Maddy turns half of her face around and my mouth kisses her cheek, corner of her mouth, her nose, anywhere on her face that I could reach.
When her body tightens in my arms, any control I have left breaks instantly. The orgasm hits with enough force that I have to brace one hand against the wall just to keep both of us upright. My chest heaving violently against her back while the last waves of hot-white pleasure drag through my body.
“I… just need…” I breath into the back of her neck, nuzzle my nose into her skin. “Just… stay still…”
Maddy’s laugh comes out breathless. “Sounds like you got defeated twice in one morning.”
Menace. “Still beat you at anything involving a ball.”
“Mhm…” Another soft chuckle. “Which balls?”
I kiss the wet skin beneath her ear. “Did you come?”
She turns her head slightly. “Will, I think someone in the equipment room came just from hearing me.”
Warm satisfaction spreads through my chest. “So you did?”
She relaxes fully against me. “So fucking hard.”
I press myself closer to her body and my palm has moved down, squeezing her breast tighter.
Guys talk about sex constantly and nobody mentions how fucking great it feels to know you got her there too.
I take care of the condom situation in under five seconds so I can get back to Maddy.
“You’ve showered in your clothes.” My hands already drag the sweatshirt over her head.
She lifts both arms and emerges laughing, hair collapsing around her face. I cannot help but stare at her naked body now. Well, except for that tiny lace thong, which makes the whole sight way more dangerous to my sanity.
God. I’ve missed touching this girl. Maddy is slim and soft at the same time, somehow. My hand closes around the curve of her waist. Apparently, that's its favourite place to be. She fits there too fucking well.
“We could go again.” Maddy wraps both arms around my neck and let her gaze travels south.
I look down. She is not wrong.
“You nearly killed me.” I immediately kiss her when she begins to smile.
Eventually, we make it out of the shower with my towel wrapping around Maddy’s body.
“That’s mine.” I tilt my head watching Maddy pulls my clean tee on the bench over her head.
“It’s theft.” She smiles brightly. “Call security.” The smug on her face does nothing to calm my body down at this point.
Lucky for me, I always have a few spares in my bag cause I don’t like sweaty clothes.
I dress while she sits on the bench, still talking faster than a person who has just defeated multiple athletes at skipping and had shower sex should reasonably be capable of speaking.
“I have breakfast with the rowing guy tomorrow, then the hockey people at ten, then Jenny and I are meeting the café owners at twelve because they want two athletes for spring. After that I have class, obviously, and then the swimming campaign briefing—”
Maddy pauses only long enough to pull one sock on, then she seems to forget the rest of her chain of thought.
“You have three meetings before lunch?” I ask while pulling a new set of sweatpants on.
“Time is honestly a socially constructed concept.” She puts on the other sock. “Also, I kind of like putting everything in my morning. Then I can enjoy my afternoon.”
Yeah. Me too. I nod. “And you’d just grab lunch on the way?” There’s a café she likes near her science building.
“Nah.” She hums something under her breath. “Maybe. Whatever Jenny feels like. She’s been dying to try this Japanese place that opened downtown but I don’t know if we have time. Besides, I think she’s meeting someone.”
A little shrug. “Let’s grab lunch, then. I finish at one.”
“Lunch?” Maddy squeaks. Her eyes turn into little half-moons. “Can’t. Sorry, Willy. I promised the rower I’d finish my notes on his profile before I show it to clients.”
She walks over, catches the front of my shirt and kisses me once. Just a peck.
I pull back because there’s something sitting on my chest.
“Mad—”
“Gotta go. See you at home, Captain.” She cuts in cheerfully with an enormous grin.
Then Maddy’s out of the locker room before I can get out another word.