“And?” I held his stare, quickening my pace as we toed the subject of later.
“And,” he panted, “I’m trying to figure out if I should let you off the hook.”
I rolled my eyes and stood up taller, “Not on your life.” I commanded, and his jaw clenched as if he was surprised. Grabbing my phone off the ledge at the edge of the shower stall, I aimed it at him, and he silently watched me, but didn’t stop what he was doing. Through the mist, his cock was red, and the head looked angry as he stroked himself faster while I clicked a photo showing him dripping because of Frankie’s wicked ways, head tipped back slightly, lips parted. “Let’s make sure she knows what she does to us.”
The image would have wrecked me on its own if I hadn’t lived it firsthand.
His laugh was breathless as he nodded, snatching his phone off the ledge. A second later, he stared at his screen, snapped a picture of me in return and then glanced back at me.
The group chat between the three of us had two brand-new photos waiting for her with my caption below.
Just a preview, Shade. So you know what’s waiting for you when you get done.
I pushed my phone back onto the dry ledge and leaned back on the wall again as he did the same.
We were at a pivotal point.
Come or don’t.
Finish and get some clarity.
Or hold off and go into tonight crazed with the haze of need.
“I don’t want to stop,” Eli answered my silent hesitation as he slowly twisted his fist over the head of his cock and then to the root with a groan. “I don’t think I can.”
“So don’t,” I replied, stroking faster as his lips parted, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes closed in pleasure. “Besides,” I panted, nearing my orgasm at an alarming rate as I desperately pushed to get him there with me. “I know you won. And I think you’re going to look so fucking perfect lying back on that pillow while Frankie and I torture you together.”
“Fuck,” His chest fell as his eyes snapped open, holding mine as he started coming on the floor at his feet. “Trav.”
I growled in response, adding my own release to the tile before throwing my head back into the wall as the urge to collapse onto the floor hit me like a brick.
Silently, we caught our breaths and then showered off the game and the thoughts trying to consume us. By the time the water shut off, we were both wrecked, but nowhere near satisfied. We dressed fast, pacing like caged animals, killing time until Frankie finished her shift in a few minutes.
And when she finally texted that she was on her way out to the truck, Eli looked at me, eyes burning.
“Race you.”
And just like that—we were gone.
My phone buzzedin my back pocket while I was wiping down pint glasses from all the draft beers, I sold in the post-game frenzy that drew the players out of the locker room. I wasn’t sure if my horny, harebrained plan would work, but less than ten minutes after the ice cleared, every player from the Net Crashers, Coach Rick included, rushed to the bar to get their cheap beer.
My body hummed to life when I realized that Trav and Eli hadn’t joined them. And then my phone buzzed.
Two photo messages, and a text message from Trav.
My knees went weak when I opened it.
The first picture was from Eli, but it was of Trav.
Naked.
Hard.
Hand on his cock and a menacing glare in his eyes as he stared at the camera with the steam of the shower curling around him in the locker room.
“Fuck,” I whispered, biting my lip and scrolling down.
The next one was from Trav, but of Eli. His head was tipped back under the spray, lips parted, fist wrapped around himself, the angle showing just how tight he was fisting himself.
