The Penalty Box - Teagan Kade Page 0,27

are you doing?”

He wipes his mouth, pausing to suck one of the fingers that was inside me clean. He takes hold of his cock and places it against me, a new flurry of fireworks following that tells me yes, I want his cock, and I want it now.

He takes my leg under the thigh, holding me there while he slowly eases upwards into my depths.

I clamp around him and cry out, the early signs of orgasm already present at the comforting fill of his hardness.

Hand on my side, the other holding my leg high, he angles upwards, driving deeper and forcing a hiss from my lips.

My other senses start to fill in—the stale, tepid air of the locker room enveloping us, the micro-burn of his body against mine, a pipe hammering somewhere overhead, the buzz of the fluorescents… It all meets there in my mind as he takes me.

I claw at his back, holding him tightly in place while he fills me over and over with the full length of his cock. He plunges deep inside me, burying himself there until he’s forced to pull in air through is teeth, struggling against my shoulder.

I run my hand up his back, between the two angled blades there, and can’t do anything more but remain still, sandwiched between the steel of the locker and the slab of his body, my buttocks squeezing together every time he enters me.

He’s close. I know because I feel the transfer of tension, the way the corded muscle against me swells and tightens.

He reaches down and takes my other leg, lifting me completely off the ground and walking us slowly towards the showers.

I kiss him, do not care about the aftertaste of my sex on his lips, do not care that my full weight is against him. He carries me with ease, my ankles clapping together at the small of his back, my arms locked around his neck.

He slams me against the cool tiles of the shower wall and slaps at the tap, icy water blasting over us.

My mouth goes wide. My body constricts, squeezing his cock as though a vice. He grunts and resumes fucking me, my back sliding up and down the tiles, his hands moving to my ass, cradling me there while the water turns from cold to warm and then blissfully hot.

My senses were already in overload, but this takes things to a whole new level.

I look into his eyes and see far more than a sexual partner but a true soulmate, that one person who comes along once in a lifetime and knows you better than you know yourself, who in this moment isn’t just making love to you, but becoming part of you.

I mew and grunt, unable to speak as he hammers against me.

I let my head fall against his shoulder and squeeze tight against him. The familiar pang of pre-climax starts to flood my system.

It takes everything I have to tell him I’m close, to put those simple words together at his ear.

He hears them, responds by driving me higher against the wall.

My head drops back, water streaming over my face. My hair becomes a slick eel against my back as he pulls me away from the tiles, holding me there in mid-air. A low dirge starts from his lips, a battle-cry.

I hold on, answer by gyrating against him, up and down, again and again as he takes me.

This climax is different. There’s implosion and explosion, something forced from me but also dragged inwards. My mouth stretches so wide my jaw hurts, fingers so deep in his skin they might well draw blood. I kick out with my legs but still he holds me firm, fucking me through convulsion after convulsion, steadfast and resolute.

Everything is engorged and swollen, beating in time with the pulsing rush of orgasm.

Dimly, I notice Nolan reach to turn off the shower, helping me back to my feet even though the ground itself feels non-existent.

I didn’t feel him cum, don’t know why he’s stopping but it’s lost.

I’m still stuck in this limbo of ecstasy when I see the look of horror on his face.

“Did you hear that?” he asks, looking back to the locker room. “Someone’s coming.”

I’m dizzy, the shock of his words forcing me to jerk forwards. It’s like I can’t control my own body.

I hear it now too, voices, growing louder.

He takes my arm and tugs me away from the showers, pressing me against the wall that divides the locker room from the shower