Chapter 6
Practice had been brutal. I was still buzzing from the win the night before and the morning breeding session, my body humming with that post-orgasmic edge.
Most of the guys had already hit the showers or were heading out when I spotted Lila slipping into the back hallway near the equipment room.
She was wearing a loose hoodie and tiny shorts, trying (and failing) to look casual.
The way she walked told me she was still leaking — thighs pressed together, a little wobble in her step from how full we’d left her.
I caught her eye and jerked my head toward the empty locker room. She followed without a word.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, I had her pinned against the lockers. My mouth crashed down on hers while my hand shoved down the front of her shorts. She was drenched — a mix of dried cum and fresh arousal — and her pussy was still swollen and puffy from this morning.
“Fuck, you’re still full of us,” I growled against her lips, two fingers sliding easily into her sloppy hole. “Leaking our loads all over the rink like a good little breeding slut. Coach is right down the hall.”
Lila whimpered, rocking her hips against my hand. “I know… I can feel it dripping down my legs. I couldn’t wait. My tits started leaking again during warm-ups. I need more, Jax.”
I yanked her hoodie up and bra down in one motion.
Her tits were even fuller than this morning — heavy, veiny, nipples dark and leaking steadily.
I latched onto one immediately, sucking hard.
Sweet milk flooded my mouth in thick spurts as I finger-fucked her faster.
She moaned loudly, then clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” I warned, pulling off her nipple with a wet pop. Milk dripped down her stomach. “You want the whole team — or Coach — to hear you getting bred in here?”
I spun her around, bent her over the bench, and shoved her shorts down to her ankles. Her ass was still red from last night’s spankings. I freed my cock, already rock-hard and leaking, and dragged the head through her cum-smeared folds before slamming into the hilt.
Lila bit down on her own forearm to stay quiet as I started fucking her right there in the open locker room.
The wet, filthy sounds of my cock churning through the loads still inside her echoed off the metal lockers.
Every thrust pushed more of our combined cum out around my shaft, dripping onto the floor.
“Take it,” I snarled quietly, gripping her hips hard. “This is what happens when you show up leaking like this. Quick breeding before anyone notices.” I reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while pounding her. Her tits swung beneath her, milk dripping onto the bench.
Footsteps echoed outside in the hallway. I didn’t stop. If anything, I fucked her harder, faster, the risk making my cock throb even more. Lila’s pussy clamped down in panic and excitement as she came hard around me, squirting a fresh gush of our mixed fluids onto the floor.
I followed right after, burying deep and pumping another thick load straight into her womb. I stayed inside her, grinding slowly, pushing every drop as deep as possible while the footsteps passed by without stopping.
Just as I pulled out, the door opened.
Brock stepped in, already grinning when he saw the scene. “Figured you two were in here. Smells like fresh breeding.” He locked the door behind him and started stripping. “Kane’s on his way. Quick team huddle?”
I didn’t argue. While Brock took my place — shoving his massive cock into Lila’s freshly creampied hole — I moved to her front and fed her my cum-smeared dick to clean.
She sucked eagerly, moaning around me as Brock railed her over the bench with deep, powerful strokes that made her milk spray from her swinging tits.
Kane arrived two minutes later and immediately went for her leaking breasts, sucking one while jerking off over the other.
The three of us used her quickly and efficiently — rotating holes and positions, keeping the volume low but the intensity brutal.
Brock came first, adding another massive load.
Kane followed, painting her tits with ropes of cum before pushing back into her mouth.
I finished last, breeding her again while Kane and Brock took turns nursing the milk from her tits.
By the time we were done, Lila was a shaking, cum-soaked mess on the bench — tits leaking milk and streaked with cum, pussy gaping and overflowing, shorts ruined.
“Clean up and go home,” I told her, helping her stand on shaky legs. “But keep every drop inside you. We’re coming over after Coach leaves tonight for round three.”
She nodded, dazed and glowing, then slipped out first.