“Graceful,” she said through a giggle, awkwardly bent over my lap from how I manhandled her shirt. I let it go so she could straighten up, staring down at her with so much warmth.
“You’re wearing my jersey.”
“Mm-hmm. I thought that might make you feel better. I figured I could alternate between my two favorite keepers. Wear Trevino whenever you’ve pissed me off, wear yours when I want a good dicking.” Her eyes dropped to my groin and her smile widened. “Glad that theory’s been proven true.”
Leaning over, I slammed my mouth to hers, kissing her with every messy feeling I had in me. The frustration, the want, the warmth, all of it. And when I finally pulled away, she was breathless and dazed and the most beautiful thing to ever exist.
It was easy to realize I loved her when she was on her knees for me, easy to see it when she came in to support and comfort me, but it was more than that. It was the way she smiled, the way she teased, the way she listened, the effort she put into her career.
But now was probably the worst time to tell her that, so I went in the opposite direction.
“Then why don’t you get that dick nice and wet so you can climb on it sooner,” I told her as I yanked my waistband down just enough to pull out my erection.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Kodi leaned forward, wrapping one hand around the base of my cock before pressing her lips to my head. She twisted her tongue around and hummed before sinking down, a slow descent that had me seeing stars. And when she hit her limit, I looked down at her, eyes teary, my name on her back, and shivered. She took that reaction as encouragement and swirled her tongue on the underside of my shaft as she pulled back. The cold air in the locker room almost stung in comparison to the warmth of her mouth. But I wasn’t left wanting for long; she immediately dipped her head, taking me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I hissed, grabbing her ponytail again and pulling her off me. My cock fell out of her mouth with a wet pop and her bottom lip pouted.
“Olli,” she whined.
“You feel too good,” I groaned, nearly blacking out when she stuck her tongue out to tease my head. This time I didn’t pull her away,couldn’tpull her away.
“Let me make you feel better.” Her breath fanned over my cock and it twitched, desperate for more.
I eased my grip on her hair and her mouth was immediately back on me. It was heaven and as she sucked and bobbed and swirled her tongue around me, I thought I might actually come in mere seconds.
But then I saw her hand slide between her legs and I found my determination. That pussy needed some love and I’d be damned if I didn’t return the favor and fill her up. Leaning back and engaging my core, I grabbed the athletic tape from my cubbyand crunched back up. As I moved around, Kodi didn’t let my cock leave her mouth, moving with and groaning around me, the vibrations going to my head.
“Kodi,” I growled, straightening up. “Hands off your pussy.”
She moaned, making me see stars, but took her hand out of her shorts. I reached down and grabbed both her arms, holding them over her head, her wrists pinned together. She hummed, quickening her pace. When I pulled a strand of the tape off and ripped it free, Kodi gasped, finally slowing so she could look up.
“This good?” I asked, smoothing one small bit of tape over her wrist. She nodded eagerly, thighs rubbing together. I wrapped the tape around both her wrists, binding them together. “Still good?”
Kodi let her arms relax, folded up and behind her head. She shifted around, testing the binding, and nodded. All while treating my dick to a tantalizing swirl of her tongue.
“God, Kodi,” I moaned. “I can’t take any more. Get up and on my cock.”
Kodi slowly pulled away, flattening her tongue against my shaft to drag over every inch as she went.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, finally letting my cock free. She stood and rested her arms on my shoulders, her tied hands behind my head.
“Fuck.” I looked around the room, debating which of my teammates was most likely to have a stash of condoms here. “Brooker might —”
“Or,” she interrupted, “do you wanna buy me the pill afterwards?”
“Fuck,” I repeated. “Are you sure? Like absolutely sure?”
“Uh-huh. You’ll have to buy two, though, because it’s weight based, so —”
I yanked her shorts and underwear down in one go, pushing them as far down her legs as I could. Kodi giggled and kicked oneleg free. Before she could get the other foot out, I took her by the waist to get her on my lap.
“I will buy you anything you ask for the privilege of coming in this pussy while you’re wearing my jersey.”
“Anything?” she repeated, an eyebrow raised. She shuffled her legs around so her feet were braced on the bench
“Anything,” I affirmed. I reached between us and notched my cock into her entrance, muscles immediately going tight at the lightest feel of her.
“Fuck, I feel like I should ask for something good,” she said with a breathy laugh. “But I’m having a hard time thinking of anything.”
