Oh, of course. And I have a game on Sunday night. Best option is…
“Now, then?”
His eyes light up again. “Really? You sure?”
Honestly, I’m more worried about him really wanting to. I’ve kind of put him through the ringer the last three weeks. “I mean, areyousure?”
“Fuck yes, are you kidding me?”
I guess that answers that.
“Okay, then yes. Lock the door.”
He doesn’t protest again, just goes over to the door and locks it.
I stand and strip off my Avley shirt as he walks back toward me.
“Don’t tell me to slow down,” I say to him, teasing. “We’re probably on borrowed time in this locker room.”
“Yes ma’am,” he says as he pulls his own shirt off, before grabbing my face and bending down to kiss me.
Our natural momentum backs me into a locker, which causes a bang at my contact.
We freeze at the sound. “What if someone hears us in here?” I ask.
“Shower?” he suggests after contemplating for a second. “We can turn on the water to mask the sound.”
“Yes, perfect.”
He grabs my left hand and pulls me in that direction. In the meantime, I somehow manage to unhook my bra with my right hand.
Twisting the handle in the nearest shower so the water comes on, he turns back to me. My upper body is now bare, a fact he apparently missed in his hurry.
A dark look comes into his eyes with the sight of me. “Jesus, look at how gorgeous you are.”
Closing the gap between us, he takes my mouth again and raises a hand to play with each of my nipples. I feel the wetness building between my legs at the spikes of pleasure.
His tongue is deep in my mouth now, and I push my tingling pussy against his tree trunk of a leg, needy for friction. He senses exactly what I’m doing and shifts his leg right between mine.
So so good.
I rock against him, once, twice. From this angle, I can also feel how hard he’s getting, his erection hitting the top of my hip. We’re not going to last long at this rate.
Ripping our mouths apart, I try to restore our plan. “Should we actually get in the shower?”
“Okay,” he says in a long breath, panting. We both look down at where our bodies are meeting, still clothed.
“Guess we better get naked first,” I joke.
“You don’t have to ask me twice, Avie.”
We tear off our shorts, my panties sliding down with mine, and his boxers following quickly after.
I’m now free to admire his masculine beauty in full flush, his body lined with chiseled muscles, his heavy erection bobbing in front of him.
In turn, his face lights up with affection and hunger as he takes me in.
How could I ever have pushed this man away?
