Page 17 of Last Line of Defense

“And you’re a textbook control freak who’s dying to lose control with me,” she replies, flashing that crooked smile that manages to make me furious and completely wet at the same time.

I roughly drag her into the team’s private showers—or rather, she lets herself be dragged along willingly. I slam the door shut and slide the latch; the metallic clang of the lock awakens something animalistic, primal, and dark inside me. Alicia doesn’t even wait; she’s already slipping off her official practice jersey with one nimble movement, revealing those sculpted, defined abs and firm breasts I’ve imagined beneath my own hands far too many times. The air in the bathroom seems to grow thick with steam even before we turn on the water.

“Get completely naked. Now,” I order in my most commanding voice.

Alicia raises an eyebrow cockily but obeys me without the slightest protest. With exasperating slowness—and far too provocatively for my taste—she pulls down her black shorts and underwear in one swift motion, standing completely naked and exposed before me. Her body is pure elite athleticism: long, powerful, sinewy legs; a round, high, heart-stopping ass; and that sun-kissed skin from outdoor training that’s a feast for the eyes.

“Happy with the view?” she asks me with an unbearable smirk.

I don’t give her the satisfaction of answering with words. I strip off my own clothes with frantic speed, feeling the intensity of her gaze sweep over my bare skin from head to toe as if I were the league trophy she’d just won in the final minute of the game. When I’m completely naked in front of her, I grab her by the arm and push her decisively beneath the stream of hot water. The scalding steam instantly envelops us like a cloud.

I slam her back against the blue shower tiles, and the muffled moan that escapes her lips drives me completely wild. I bite her lips with fury, lower my wet mouth down her neck, sinking my teeth into her, squeeze her breasts hard between my hands, and, before I even let her catch her breath, my fingers are already gliding effortlessly through the burning folds of her soaking-wet sex.

“Ten minutes…” Alicia moans, arching her back and grinding hard against my hand to increase the friction. “You’re going to have to work really hard if you want to make me come.”

“Shut up already.”

I don’t let her say another word. I thrust two fingers deep inside her at once and start moving them in a steady, wild rhythm, letting myself be carried away by her incredible natural wetness and the shower water cascading over our faces. I feel her breasts pressed against mine, her hard nipples brushing against my skin with an electric sensation, and my own sex throbbing with pure desire between my legs.

“You’re unbearable,” I growl right into her ear, biting hard where her pulse throbs in her neck.

“And you love it when I am,” she gasps, letting out a broken laugh between moans.

Suddenly, her fingers slide straight down between my legs without asking permission. With Alicia, there’s no time for gentle foreplay; she spreads me open with two fingers and plunges them deep into my completely soaked pussy. I cry out, arching my back against the cold wall. I’m so incredibly wet because of her that her fingers slide in without the slightest resistance, curving with expert precision inside me in search of that exact spot she knows drives me wild.

Alicia is soaking wet—and not just from the water streaming over us. Her pussy burns like hell around my fingers, squeezing them with incredible force. I move my hand inside her in a steady rhythm, fucking her furiously while my thumb presses mercilessly against her swollen clitoris. She moans without any shame or restraint, her head thrown completely back against the wall, water cascading down her perfect breasts and across her flat stomach. It’s a damn obscene, pornographic, and perfect sight.

“That’s how you like it, isn’t it?” I whisper in her ear in a hoarse voice, biting her earlobe hard. “The chaotic superstar of Ravenhill melts when someone else decides to take control of the situation.”

Alicia responds by thrusting her hips violently against my hand, fucking my fingers with a desperation that sets my soul ablaze. Her free hand goes straight for my breasts, pinching my nipples hard enough to wrench a moan of pain and pleasure from me that courses through my entire body until it reaches my own throbbing clitoris.

“Harder, Clara… fuck… don’t hold back at all,” she begs between broken gasps, digging her nails into my shoulders.

I pick up the pace wildly, sliding a third finger inside her without hesitation. Her pussy stretches deliciously around my hand. With my other hand, I grab her wet hair tightly and pull her head back, exposing her neck so I can bite it eagerly once more. I suck, lick, and mark her skin viciously while my three fingers fuck her mercilessly from the inside. The wet, obscene sound of my hand slapping against her sex mixes with the roar of the water hitting the shower floor.

Suddenly, in one swift motion, Alicia pushes me with tremendous force, reversing our positions in the blink of an eye. My back slams hard against the wet tiles, and before I have time to react or protest, she drops to her knees in front of me with a completely wild smile on her face. I don’t even have time to breathe. She buries her face directly between my spread thighs and devours me with a single sweep of her tongue.

“Alicia…” I groan loudly, throwing my head back. My hands instinctively tangle in her soaked hair, and I pull her closer, pressing her face against my sex.

She sucks my clit with delicious insistence, slides her long fingers back inside me, and begins moving them at a frantic pace that matches the movements of her tongue. I try with all my might to maintain my composure and control, but my hips move completely on their own from the pleasure, grinding against her face uncontrollably.

I can clearly feel her third finger slide inside me and the way she curves them upward, searching for that sacred spot deep inside me. As soon as she finds it and presses hard, I let out a long, high-pitched, shameless moan that I’m forced to stifle by covering my mouth with one hand.

“Shit…”

The orgasm hits my body like a bolt of lightning. My legs tremble uncontrollably, threatening to buckle, and I press Alicia’s face with brute force against my pussy as I come, contracting spasmodically around her fingers. She doesn’t stop for a second; she keeps licking every drop of my pleasure with devotion until I’m left completely oversensitive, gasping and trembling like a leaf beneath the water.

But it’s not over yet. I yank her up from the floor with my shaky hands, kiss her furiously—tasting myself on her lips—and force her against the tiled wall. Now it’s her damn turn.

“Hands against the tiles, Alicia. Now,” I order in a hoarse voice.

Alicia obeys instantly, arching her back exaggeratedly and offering me that perfect, firm ass of hers on a platter. I quickly kneel behind her and forcefully spread her buttocks apart with both hands. My tongue goes straight between them without a second thought while my fingers plunge back inside to fuck her pussy from behind. Alicia lets out a tremendous cry that echoes throughout the bathroom, thrusting her hips backward to beg for more.

“Clara… fuck… yes… right there!”

I devour her with pent-up, ravenous hunger, alternating between her pussy and her ass, working her mercilessly with my tongue and fingers at the same time. When I feel she’s completely on the brink, I stand up abruptly, press my entire bare chest against her wet back, and slide my whole hand between her legs from behind, wrapping my other arm around her.

“I want to feel every last bit of you coming on my fingers,” I whisper directly into her ear, biting her shoulder hard.