The Law of Silence
Clara
I don’t know which of us moves first—whether I’m the one who takes the decisive step or whether she’s the one who closes the distance in an instant—but suddenly her mouth is on mine, and all my damn self-control shatters.
The kiss begins desperately, hungrily, almost violently, as if a dam that’s been holding back too much water for months has finally burst. Her lips taste intensely of the fruit cocktail she drank at the bar and of the wild, pent-up, suffocating desire that we’ve both been carrying with us ever since we set foot in the resort.
I lose all control. I run my fingers through her dark, damp hair, pulling it hard backward to tilt her head back and deepen the kiss.
Alicia lets out a hoarse, animalistic growl against my mouth—a sound so intensely vibrant and charged with need that it sets my entire body ablaze and makes me forget the club’s rules, the preseason, and my own sanity.
Her tongue entwines with mine—demanding, hot, and playful—as if she’s determined to devour me whole after so many days of evasive glances and tension-filled silences.
“Damn it, Clara…” she gasps against my lips as we pull back just a few millimeters to catch our breath. “I’ve been wanting this all damn morning…”
I don’t even let her finish her sentence.
I grip her firmly by the thighs and lift her as if she weighs absolutely nothing, then step into the warm water of the pool with her.
The contrast between the cool air of the pool area and the almost thermal heat of the water makes me let out a muffled moan of pure pleasure.
Alicia reacts with an urgency that drives me wild; she rips off her sweatshirt and T-shirt in one swift motion and flings them aside, sending them landing somewhere on the tiled floor.
Her breasts are completely exposed before my eyes under the bluish light of the spotlights—beautiful, firm, with dark nipples hardened by arousal.
I don’t think twice. I cup them with both hands, savoring their weight and the softness of her skin, as I lower my mouth, ready to devour her without mercy.
I suck hard on one of them, licking the areola with the tip of my tongue before giving it a playful little bite that makes her shudder.
Alicia arches her back violently, thrusting her chest forward, and lets out a long, resonant moan that reverberates with a delicious echo off the tiled walls of the room.
“Oh my God…” she gasps in a broken voice, tangling her fingers in my wet hair to press me harder against her body. “Everything you do with that mouth drives me completely crazy…”
I bite down with just a touch more intensity and feel an electric tremor run through her legs.
While I devote myself to licking and sucking her breasts as if my life depended on it, as if the world were going to end tomorrow, Alicia’s hand slides decisively down my stomach.
She slips under my shorts and panties in one smooth, direct, no-nonsense motion.
Her expert fingers part my soaking-wet lips and find my clit, already swollen, throbbing, and screaming for mercy.
“I love finding you like this,” she growls dangerously close to my ear, her ragged breathing making every hair on my body stand on end.
“Damn, Doc… you’re completely soaked for me.
How long have you been waiting for me like this?
Have you spent the whole day pretending to be indifferent during training while you were dying to fuck me? ”
And, without warning, she thrusts two fingers inside me all at once.
I let out a piercing moan, unable to contain the shock of pleasure, and instinctively clamp my thighs around her hand.
Alicia laughs with that cocky smirk of hers and starts fucking me at a steady rhythm, curving her fingers just enough to brush against my most sensitive spot, while her thumb draws fast, firm, relentless circles over my clit.
“Alicia…” I beg, grinding my hips against her hand in a desperate back-and-forth motion. “Please…”
“Please what, Clara?” she asks, biting my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Tell me clearly. I want to hear you beg a little after all these days you’ve spent ignoring me and giving me orders.”
“I want to come in your hands, Alicia.”
She suddenly pulls her fingers out, leaving me hanging with a tremendous sense of emptiness.
I protest with a snort of frustration, but she’s already pulling down my shorts and panties with an urgency I find incredibly sexy, letting them fall onto the edge of the pool.
She lifts me up and sits me on the edge, spreading my legs wide apart.
She positions herself right between my thighs, fixes me with a wild stare for a second, and then plunges her whole face between my legs.
Her tongue is pure lava. She licks me with a hunger that clouds my reason, savoring me with an agonizing need and moaning against my wet flesh as if my taste were the finest delicacy she’s ever tasted in her entire life.
Then she focuses entirely on my clitoris, sucking it hard and circling it with the tip of her tongue while sliding two fingers back inside me, curving them relentlessly deep within me.
“Like that… right there, don’t stop,” I beg, losing all control, digging my nails into her scalp to push her harder against my pussy. “I’ve spent whole nights dreaming about having your mouth here, Alicia… fuck, don’t you dare stop now.”
She lets out a muffled growl against me, and the vibration makes me tremble from my toes to my eyelashes.
Her fingers slide in and out faster and faster, fucking me with incredible force while she continues to suck my clit without a shred of mercy.
The orgasm hits me with the force of a freight train.
I come, letting out a muffled scream that echoes throughout the entire facility, shaking violently and clamping her head firmly between my thighs as waves of pleasure wash over my entire body.
Alicia, far from pulling away, continues to lick me gently, prolonging the climax and savoring my spasms until I have to push lightly against her shoulders because I can’t bear the overwhelming sensitivity anymore.
When she finally lifts her face and looks at me, she kisses me urgently, mixing my own taste with hers. It’s a dirty, intimate, forbidden, and utterly addictive sensation.
“Come here…” I say, my voice completely hoarse and my heart racing.
I force her to sit on the edge of the pool and yank her underwear off in one clean pull.
Her pussy is swollen and glistening with arousal under the blue lighting.
The thick, sweet scent of her desire drives me completely wild.
I part her lips with my fingers and run my tongue over her very slowly, savoring her from top to bottom, taking my time.
Alicia lets out a long, deep, throaty moan the moment I suck hard on her clitoris and slide two fingers deep inside her.
“Shit, Clara…” she gasps, arching her back and grinding her hips desperately against my face. “I need more…”
I add a third finger without a second thought and start penetrating her at a much faster, smoother rhythm, curving them upward, searching for that exact spot that makes her tremble and lose control of her body.
My lips and tongue don’t stop working on her clitoris for a single second, devouring her.
Her hips move with completely unbridled abandon, fucking my face without any shame or shyness, seeking complete contact.
When she finally reaches climax, Alicia lets out a long, broken, guttural moan, clenching around my fingers with tremendous force as her wetness soaks my chin, lips, and mouth.
I keep licking her gently until I feel her shudder from hypersensitivity.
I pull away slowly, licking my lips, and firmly turn her toward the pool wall, leaving her with her back to me.
I spread her legs with one of my knees and press my completely naked, wet body against hers.
My stiff nipples brush sinfully against her back as my hand decisively slides down toward her sex again.
I masturbate her slowly at first, reveling in her torment, barely grazing the tip of her swollen clitoris.
“I want to fuck you until you can barely walk…” I whisper directly into her ear, biting her earlobe eagerly. “So that tomorrow, during every damn exercise, you’ll remember exactly how my fingers feel inside you.”
And I thrust three fingers inside her all at once, all the way in.
Alicia lets out a sharp moan and pushes her hips back against my hand, seeking more pressure.
I fuck her hard, eagerly, listening to the pool water slosh obscenely around our bodies, while with my other hand I pinch her nipples firmly and bite the nape of her neck.
She comes for the second time in my hands, trembling like a leaf, screaming my name between loud gasps that cut through the air.
Realizing the pool is too uncomfortable for anything else, I lead her over to the lounge chairs by the edge.
I lay her on her back and position myself on top of her without wasting a second, settling into a perfect 69 position.
I position my soaking-wet pussy directly over her mouth while I unhesitatingly bury my face between her legs.
We devour each other with an insatiable hunger, almost desperately.
I eagerly suck on her clitoris while she does exactly the same to me, sliding two fingers inside me that make me see stars.
Our moans are drowned out by each other’s hot, wet flesh.
The pleasure builds so quickly that we come almost at the same time, writhing, trembling, and moaning in pure ecstasy in the middle of the night.
But it’s not enough, and we both know it all too well.
The need we’ve built up over weeks has us in its grip.
Alicia looks up at me with glassy, dark eyes, her chest rising and falling at a frantic pace from the effort, and her skin glistening spectacularly with sweat and pool water.
Her brown hair clings to her neck and shoulders, and that image of her—the star player of Ravenhill FC, completely undone and overcome by pleasure—still turns me on.
“Come here, don’t go away,” she growls in a commanding voice, pulling me by the arms until our bodies are pressed together from head to toe once more. I feel her hard nipples brushing against mine, and an identical shiver runs down both our spines at the same time.
We kiss again, at a slightly slower pace this time, but with the same intensity.
Our tongues explore each other slowly, savagely savoring the remnants of the other’s previous orgasm.
My hands slide down her lower back, squeezing her firm, round, toned ass and parting her buttocks to brush my fingertips against the wetness that continues to flow from her unchecked.
Alicia gasps against my mouth and moves her hips instinctively, seeking direct friction.
“I want more…” she whispers between kisses, biting my lower lip with a mischievous smile.
The air in the room is thick and heavy, laden with chlorine, sweat, and the dense, intoxicating, distinctive scent of our sex.
I lay her completely on her back on the mat and straddle her, spreading her legs with my knees.
Our genitals rub directly against each other, with no barriers, hot, wet, and swollen to the limit.
I start moving slowly, rubbing my clitoris against hers in slow, firm circles, full of pressure.
The contact is pure electricity. Every damn brush sends sparks straight down my spine.
“Shit, Clara… like that, yes…” Alicia moans, arching her pelvis upward to increase the intensity of the friction. Her hands grip my hips tightly, digging her nails into my skin and guiding my movements into a much faster rhythm.
I pick up the pace of our grinding, moving with an almost agonizing desperation.
The wet, slick, obscene sound of our genitals sliding against each other fills the silence of the room.
My breasts hang right over her face, and she lifts her head just enough to capture one of my nipples with her mouth, sucking it with a force that makes me arch my back as I continue to grind against her.
Pleasure builds at a dizzying speed—that delicious tension in my lower abdomen that threatens to send us flying through the air at any moment.
“I’m so close…” I warn her with my eyes closed, moving harder and pressing my swollen clitoris against hers.
Alicia releases my nipple with a wet sound and fixes me with a completely wild stare—no trace of the professional soccer player, just the woman who drives me crazy.
“Come with me, Clara. I want to see the look on your face and feel you melt all over me.”
The orgasm hits us practically in unison, like an explosion.
I scream her name with all my might, shaking violently as wave after wave of pure pleasure courses through my muscles.
Alicia arches fiercely beneath me, digging her heels into the lounge chair’s frame and letting out a long, deep, guttural moan that vibrates right against my chest. Our juices mix, soaking our thighs.
I collapse, drained of strength, on top of her, our hearts pounding like drums and our skin sticky, hot, and bound together by sweat.
“I could stay in this moment forever…” Alicia murmurs against my hair, her voice thick with desire.
I want to say something witty in reply, but I’m physically unable to form a coherent word. Her long fingers trace slow, lazy patterns across my stomach while she tenderly kisses the skin of my shoulders.
“Tomorrow at practice…” I finally manage to say with a mischievous smile, regaining a thread of my voice, “it’s going to be impossible for me not to stare at your ass.”
“Believe me… it’s going to take every ounce of my willpower to focus on the exercises and not think about how beautifully you move…”
We kiss once more—a slow, deep kiss, heavy with a silent promise—knowing full well that tonight is just the beginning of everything that’s coming our way.
Because I’m perfectly aware that none of this is going to be easy, that she’s the team’s star player and I’m the club’s physical therapist, and that no matter how hard we try to hide it within these walls, everyone ends up finding out everything.
But right now, with her warm body beneath mine, I don’t give a damn.