Roxie doesn’t even slow down, my release slipping down to coat my balls and mix with the slick in my underwear, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles.
“Don’t get fucking used to this,” she growls, her voice wrecked. “I just needed a good hard fuck.”
“Fuck fuck fuck—your pussy—Jesus Christ it’s locking me—I’m gonna come again— shit, Roxie please—”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, this whole moment perfectly filthy and something I know she’s going to tell me not to speak of again. Roxie leans in closer, her ponytail brushing my chest. I take my chance and pull it, loving the way she lets out a small growl of pleasure. The rumble runs down my spine as her lock squeezes me tighter.
“Oh my fucking god, slow down,—fuck—your lock—holy shit—Roxie—”
She rides me through it, her hand tight on my throat, until I come with a broken shout, my hips jerking up into her, my cock pulsing hard inside the impossible grip. She lets me fill her, another burst of slick filling my underwear as I sag back against the wood. Roxie rips her braid from my grip, the anger in her eyes only growing before her pussy loosens around me.
She stands up on steady legs, my cum and her slick shining on her thighs. She yanks her shorts back into place like nothing happened, looks down at me sprawled and wrecked on the bench, and says one thing before she walks out:
“See you tonight.”
The door swings shut behind her, leaving me staring at the ceiling tiles, my cock still twitching and brain completely offline. My scent is all over the locker room and hers is all over me. I can still feel the ghost of her hand on my throat and the way her pussy locked me down like she owned every inch of me.
I’m going to win her.
Whatever it costs. Every last cent in my trust fund. Every favor I can call in. I don’t care.
Roxie Calloway is getting auctioned tonight, and the only person who’s taking her home is me.
I drag a hand down my face, laugh once and mutter to the empty locker room:
“Fuck. I’m so screwed.”
I sit up a little and groan as the slick and cum in my underwear shifts, completely drenching through my shorts. Before focusing on the auction, though, I need to find a change of clothes.
