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“Because I need to send a message, don’t I?” he continues, lust swirling in his gaze. “I need to make it clear to them, to my teammates, that this firecracker of a girl belongs to me. That you belong to the captain. You’re not public property. You’re not theirs to look at, to salivate over, to fantasize about. They’re not supposed to jack themselves off in the shower, thinking about your tits. They’re not supposed to imagine how perky they are or how high they ride on your body. Or what color nipples you’ve got. And if they sucked on them, how hard will they get, how dark in color, how juicy. They’re not supposed to do any of that. Your tits aren’t theirs to think about. And neither is your milky skin, your cotton candy lips and that gap between your creamy-as-fuck thighs. Where they can stick their pencil dicks and hump your tight little body until they jizz all over your panties.
“And that’s because only I’m supposed to do that. Only the captain is supposed to think about these things. Only the captain is allowed to pluck this perky little girl who doesn’t go to our school but still shows up to practice like it’s her job, and carry her to the locker room. Only he’s supposed to make her kneel at his feet, tear her flimsy fucking dress down the middle and expose her tits that are responsible for every hard-on in a ten-mile radius. Only the captain, you understand? Me.”
I nod. I think.
I also say something that sounds like, “And do what with her?”
“That’s hard to choose, isn’t it?” he murmurs as he roves his eyes all over my kneeling body. Kneeling and rocking body, and I don’t think I’m being subtle anymore. I think I’m really going at it now, humping the air, pressing my legs, looking for friction.
Asking for it, like he’d said.
“While I do wanna give you what you’ve been asking for, I also want to use your mouth. Stretch your lips around my big cock and make you smile up at me that way. And I also want to stick my cock between your thighs and ride them like I would your pussy and cream all over your panties. But only because I’m not going to show them what your panties are hiding. Because if I do, no amount of show and tell that I’ve got planned in the locker room is going to keep them away from you. If I show them your juicy cunt, they’ll all be descending on you like a pack of wolves. And of course I can handle them all and protect you but I’m more interested in fucking than fighting. So we’re going to have to make do with your panties on.
“And maybe that’s why I’ll do all three. I’ll fuck your tits. I’ll fuck your mouth and then I’ll fuck that gap between your thighs.”
“B-but… But what about…”
“What about what?”
“My brother,” I whisper. “He’s there too and…”
He narrows his eyes again, looking thoughtful. “Well as I said, I could either crush him and leave him to die on the field. Or I could just lock him outside the locker room. Only to spare you the embarrassment. I could give a fuck if he watches though. Or if he pounds on the door or tries to kick it down, call security or whatever. I’m not gonna stop. In fact, that will only get me going harder. Maybe I’ll fuck your titties to the rhythm of his pounding. Maybe I’ll fuck your mouth that way too. And maybe when I come, I’ll groan louder than he’s calling for help.
“And trust me when I say that it has nothing to do with revenge. It’s not for his benefit. Not what I’m doing right now. It’s for them. The guys. Who’ll be standing around and watching me molest you. Who’ll be standing around, probably beating off their dicks like I’m beating up that gap between your thighs. Which of course will make me angry, but I guess I’ll let them live. Because I’m trying to prove a point here. I’m trying to send a message that you belong to me, don’t you? And only I can use you. Only I get to soothe myself with your body, come on your body, abuse your body to find peace. Only I get to make your heart race or make it slow down. Only I get to snatch it out of your chest or play with it. Only I get to keep it safe and treasure it for as long as I live. Only me.” Then, scoffing, “Which I probably should’ve done today as well.”
“Why didn’t you?” I whisper.
Probably because I’ve lost my mind.
Or maybe because if he’s right, that his teammates were staring at me today, then I do want him to send a message. I do want him to tell the world that I’m not theirs to look at. I’m only his.
