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“And then I said it again. At the water fountain. After.”

“On purpose.”

“On purpose.”

“That’s my fucking girl.”

Her eyes squeeze shut and her hand flies down to fist in my hair. “He caged me in. Hands on the wall either side of my head, didn’t touch me anywhere else, but he—Cruz, he was sohard…”

“How hard?”

“Like you. Like.” She swallows. “He pushed his hips into me. Through my leggings. And I almost came right there against the cage.”

“Christ.” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and feel her tremble. “Tell me he kissed you.”

“He didn’t.”

“No?”

“His mouth was right there.Right there.I could feel him breathing on my lips and he wouldn’t…” Her voice cracks. “He kept his hands on the wall the whole time. Wouldn’t touch me. Made me promise it goes no further.”

“And then what?” I push.

“He called me a good girl.”

My cock jerks against my thigh. I sit back on my heels and look up at this beautiful girl who is wrecked, half-naked on a changing room bench, soaked around my fingers and I think Coach doesn’t stand a chance.

“He called you a good girl and then sent you in here to find me?” I confirm.

“He told me to take a cold shower.”

“Sweetheart.” I lean back in, drag my tongue from where my fingers are buried up to her clit, and her thighs clamp around my head. “Does this look like a cold shower to you?”

“Cruz.fuck!”

“Coach is gonna lose his mind when he finds out where you ended up.”

She freezes for a beat. “You’d tell him?”

I lift my head and meet her eye, my mouth wet with her, my fingers still working her open. “Oh, Fisher. He’s gonna know. You bet your sweet wet cunt he’s gonna know.”

She moans and her hips roll against my hand and I drop back down to her clit because there is no version of this where I let her leave without her coming apart on my tongue first.

Daddy.Fuck.

Eli is so fucked.

I slide down her body and put my mouth on her, and the first taste of her sends a wave of hunger through me hard enough I groan into her. Sweet. Tangy. Hers. I lick a long stripe up her center and circle her clit and she damn near comes off the bench.

“Fuck, Cruz,fuck!”

I work her hard. No teasing, no edging, because I want her wrecked. I want her so far gone she’s not gonna be able to look at me tomorrow without remembering this. I drive two fingers up into her and curl them and suck her clit between my lips, and she fists my hair so hard my scalp burns.

“Please, please, Cruz, please let me come,” she begs so prettily.

“Come on my fingers, sweetheart. Right now.”

She does. Sheshatters. Her thighs clamp around my head, her cunt fluttering tight around my fingers, and she’s biting down on the back of her own hand to keep quiet, but the noise still escapes, this high desperate cry that I’m gonna replay in my head for weeks.