24. Matt
MATT
This is the quickest and coldest shower I’ve ever taken in this arena. But that’s because I don’t need all my teammates seeing me hard as shit for Shay. I’m dressed even faster, grabbing my stuff from my cubby and rushing out of the door with one mission in mind—getting to her.
God, I haven’t stopped picturing her in my mind—her ass in my hands, her mouth hung open and whimpering. Fuck, I need to hear her lose control.
I pass Coach Carrington in the hallway, and he furrows his brows.
“Whoa. Slow down. Where are you off to?”
The lie comes surprisingly fast. “Going to FaceTime with my parents.” Okay, that may be a fucked-up excuse since I’m not actually, but I will be … later.
He smiles so big that it looks unnatural. “Good. Get going. Don’t take too long to finish.”
I snort, immediately clearing my throat to cover it up.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Because we’re all going to The Penalty Box.”
“Sounds good. I’ll try to be quick.” A smirk dances across my lips, and I slip past him before this can drag on any further.
Once he’s out of earshot, I murmur to myself, laughing, “What the fuck?”
But I push that interaction from my mind the second the door to our room comes into view, and I’m very thankful that I picked a room with no windows or cameras. It’s nearly an abandoned room, which was perfect for what I needed back then—and now.
I try the handle, but it’s locked, so I lightly knock. “It’s me.”
She unlocks it immediately, and I slip inside, turning and shutting the door behind me, pushing the lock back into place.
I’m a nervous, aroused mess when I spin around to find her, my jaw falling through the floor. “Holy mother of God,” I exhale.
She rocks back and forth on her heels, her hands behind her back … her bare back and bare legs and bare everything. “Hi to you too.”
“I’ve got to win the Cup more often.” I drop everything to the floor, no care in the world for my possessions’ safety, as I take a step toward her.“You are so goddamn sexy, Shay. So beautiful.”
Wetting her lips, she takes a step toward me, electricity crackling in the air. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
I scoff. “I don’t think we’ll need a lot because I’m not going to last more than a minute with you looking like that.
” My fingers tingle and reach out toward her, sliding down the side of her neck, over her scar, across her shoulder, and down her arm.
“But I’m going to need a few hours soon just to explore every inch of you. ”
She’s all sass. “I think I could pencil you in.”
She takes another step toward me, and my cock, already rock hard between us, grazes her lower stomach.
Her voice is breathy and desperate. “I want you so badly. I need you.”
My hands brush her hair from her face as I bend down, trailing kisses from her temple to her lips. “I’m yours, Rooney. Always have been.”
Her hand strokes across my joggers, and I nearly pass out from the sensations striking me like lightning.
“I know we don’t have much time, and it would be our first time having sex. But I’m ready, and I need you to fuck me like your life depends on it because watching you win out there was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Holy fuck.
Her lips crash into mine and I float to outer space. Her hands strip my clothes with efficiency. The girl is not playing around. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’s taking it.
We are a mess of whimpers and desire, building with each touch and caress until my cock is throbbing. Walking her back to the mirror wall, I guide her against it and drop to my knees in front of her. I grab her ankle and lift her leg, throwing it over my shoulder.
“Matt, we don’t have time for this—”
“Shh.” I run my tongue up her center, groaning from how good she tastes. “We always have time for this.”
She stops protesting the second I bury my tongue in her soaking wet pussy. Fuck, she wasn’t kidding when she said she was ready, her body eager for every touch. My fingers stretch her slowly, but her pussy’s greedy for more.
I suck on her clit, wanting her to come more than once while we’re here. Besides, I enjoy this just as much as she does.
Her hands sink in my hair, tugging roughly, as her core starts to tighten up and pulse, her orgasm at the brink of exploding.
“Matt, fuck,” she whimpers and bends over fully, her body draped over my head and shoulders as she rides the waves of pleasure.
I don’t stop, but I circle my tongue on the ultra-sensitive nerves, ramping her orgasm up.
“Oh my God.”
She rocks against me until gradually, she peels herself off of me, lifting my head with her until I’m standing, my arms now caging her against the mirror.
“Tell me how you want me, baby.” Reaching between us, I stroke myself base to tip, happy to obey every order.
Her hooded gaze is darker than ever, her light auburn hair disheveled and sexily messy.
Slowly, she spins around and lifts her leg, resting it on the short barre at the edge of the mirror that’s usually used for stretching—or at least it used to be.
But to be fair, we’re about to do some stretching of our own.
I meet her fiery stare in the mirror as she pushes her ass back, hands flat against the reflective glass.
“I want to take you like this.”
Yeah, that’s it. I’m not going to last more than ten seconds.
“Are you sure?” I murmur, leaning down and kissing the crook of her neck, not breaking eye contact.
Pumping myself, I drag my dick up her ass, and she gasps.
Arching deeper, she nods and smirks. “It’s an order, MacArthur.”
She’s drenched, dripping between her legs, but I still coat myself in spit before dragging it through her wetness. I line my tip up, teasing her and pushing her buttons, and watching her fight her frustration is so fucking hot.
“Matt, please, fuck me,” she whimpers, her body practically weightless.
Pressing my mouth against her ear, I hold her stare and growl, “Yes, Coach.”
She gasps, her head falling back as I thrust into her, filling her completely, my hands secured on her waist to keep her steady. “Holy shitttt.”
“Fuck, you’re taking every inch, baby.” Rolling my hips back, I thrust upward again, grunting from how good she feels.
Making sure she’s adjusted enough before I stop holding back, I fuck her slowly, tenderly, until she’s shaking and grinding against me for more.
“Faster. Harder.”
Not a second passes before I bury myself to the hilt, over and over until the sounds of our bodies colliding echoes off of the mirror in front of us. She’s losing her sanity, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “That’s so good. Yes, just like that. Your cock feels so good.”
Hearing her talk dirty is my absolute weakness.
She tightens around my length, her body ready to explode, and I’m going to be right behind her.
“Matt,” she cries out, her hands finding my forearms and digging in. “Oh God.”
“Attagirl, Shay. Come all over me,” I order her, and her body starts to quiver in my grasp, her moans breathy and helpless as she unravels completely.
It takes everything I have to let her ride out her high before I feel my restraint snap. I pull out of her, keeping my tip pressed against her clit as I spill every drop.
“Mmm,” she groans as I finish, reaching between us and dragging her fingers through our mixed arousal. Lifting them back up, she grabs my gaze in the mirror and sucks them between her lips. “We taste good together.”
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her fingers from her mouth and take them into mine, running my tongue between them. “I knew we would.”
She giggles, rolling her head back against my shoulder. “I love you. I love you so goddamn much.”
I kiss the side of her head, completely unaware of how I managed to live so long without her by my side. “I love you too, baby. So much.”
After rocking back and forth in my arms for a brief moment, she snaps back into business mode. “Now come on. We’ve got festivities to get to. Can’t be late.”
“I mean, we could be.” I chuckle, and she shoots me a playful glare.
Walking over to a pile of her stuff on the stack of mats, she grabs a small hand towel, like one from our locker rooms. Smart girl.
“No, we can’t. Move your ass, MacArthur.”
I’ll never get tired of this, ever, no matter what. “Yes, Coach.”