The silence is excruciating.
Arlo rubs the back of his neck. Fox stares at the floor. I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
I blurt out, “Coach, I promise it won’t happen again,” and don’t wait for an answer. I turn and practically sprint toward the locker rooms, cheeks flaming, thighs sliding together with every step.
I make it halfway into the girls’ locker room before I hear two sets of cleats right behind me.
“This is the girls’ locker room!” I hiss, spinning around.
Arlo just grins, already peeling off his sweaty practice jersey. “Sign says girls. Doesn’t say only girls.”
Fox kicks the door shut behind him and twists the lock, his eyes darkening with desire. “We’re not done with you yet, baby.”
I should tell them to leave. Instead, I stand there like an idiot while they strip, revealing miles of muscle, tattoos, and two very hard cocks. Arlo’s pierced one is already leaking, the silver barbell glistening with precum.
My mouth goes dry.
They herd me toward the showers without another word. The second the spray hits my skin, Arlo’s hands are on me, soaping me up slowly and thoroughly while Fox crowds me from behind, one big hand wrapping around my throat like a necklace.
“Still casual?” Arlo teases, thumb circling my nipple until I whimper.
“Shut up,” I breathe, but there’s no heat in it.
Fox’s other hand slides between my legs, two fingers pushing into my soaked pussy without warning. “She’s still dripping,” he growls against my ear. “Smells like she needs us again.”
They wash me first, slick and soap mixing until I’m shaking. Then they rinse off fast and turn their attention fully on me.
I can’t stop staring at Arlo’s cock. Just the memory of that piercing dragging inside of me has me wanting it all over again.They haven’t even knotted me and it’s like I’m starving for their touch, their attention, and fuck, I want them to fuck me again.
Arlo notices as his grin turns wicked. “You keep looking at it like you’re starving, gorgeous. You want to taste it?”
I nod before I can think better of it. I drop to my knees right there on the wet tile. The water beats down on my back as I wrap my hand around Arlo’s thick length and lean in, tongue flicking over the silver barbell. He groans, head falling back against the tile wall.
“Fuck, baby… just like that.”
Fox steps closer, fisting his own cock. “Don’t forget about me.”
I alternate between them, sucking Arlo in deep, letting the pierced head drag along my tongue, then switching to Fox, while his hand curls into my hair. They lean back against the wall, water streaming over their chests, growling and cursing while I work them with my mouth and hands.
Arlo’s the first to lose it. “Gonna come, Parker—open your mouth.”
I pull off just in time. Hot stripes of cum paint my face and tongue. Fox follows seconds later, growling my name as he covers my cheeks and lips.
I stay on my knees, breathing hard, feeling filthy and claimed and so turned on I can barely think. Arlo hauls me up first, kissing me, tasting himself on my tongue. “Where is this going?” I whisper against his mouth when he finally lets me breathe.
He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his thumb brushing cum off my bottom lip. “It’s going wherever you’d like it to, gorgeous.”
My stomach chooses that exact moment to rumble. Fox barks out a surprised laugh, the sound warm and rare. “Guess that means we’re going to the cafeteria.”
I groan, hiding my face against Arlo’s wet chest. “I hate both of you.”
“Liar,” Arlo says cheerfully, already reaching for towels. “You love us.”
I don’t answer. Because the scary part is… he might be right.
We’re calling this casual, I remind myself. But as they help clean me up, steal kisses, and argue over who gets to carry my bag to the cafeteria, it feels less and less casual.
And more like the beginning of something I’m not ready to name.
