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Boss: We’re partying at Mousetrap tonight.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “They’re going to Mousetrap.”
Wy glanced at me as he stowed his gear in his bag. He tossed in his mouth guard last and shook his head. “Are you going to come along or are you going to pout some more about not getting what you wanted?” He sent me a small grin.
Yeah, I might’ve been feeling bad for him as I’d watched him repeatedly bounce off the boards, but in a heartbeat I wished it had hurt more. I didn’t want him fucked up for life, but if he had the energy to be a pissy bitch to me, then he didn’t get hit hard enough. I ripped off the rest of my gear and stripped, not paying any attention to him. No, I didn’t notice him lick his lips or cup his groin. I grabbed my soap and headed toward the shower. Once I was standing under the hot spray, he took the spot next to me, and I continued to ignore him, soaping up so I could get the fuck out of here.
When I was done, I rinsed the suds off my face, and he snagged my elbow.
“Fuck me here?” he asked, eyebrows waggling.
I glanced around, but I was still pissed off, and not the kind of angry that made me want to put my dick in him. I turned to walk away, and he snagged my elbow again. I whirled around and shoved him.
“What the fuck?” he asked. His eyes were wide and maybe a little sad, and he guarded his right side by laying a hand on it, and that pissed me off all over again about the hit he’d taken. That never should’ve fucking happened.
“I was worried about you today,” I said.
He blinked at me. “Oh, well—”
“Fuck you.” I pointed at him, and he slapped my finger out of his face. “I don’t want to give a shit about you. You’re an asshole,” I hissed.
His eyes went wide. “I didn’t make you care about me.”
“I don’t!”
“Okay,” he said, raising his palms in my direction. His bottom lip jutted, and I slapped his hands out of my way as I stepped in and clamped my teeth on that juicy pink piece of flesh. He groaned. I wasn’t nice as I kissed him and sucked on his tongue, then backed him against a tiled wall. He arched and whimpered, rubbing his slick, warm skin against mine. He was already hard, and I was dealing with more than a semi by the time I ground my cock against his and shivered in delight.
“Atlas,” he groaned.
“Keep it down,” I mumbled, then kissed him again.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said against my mouth. The water was loud in my ears. Goose bumps prickled across my arms and down my back.
“You also want me to use a condom,” I grumped, stepping back to glare down at his pretty flushed cock. “And I don’t have that.” I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a couple of tugs, watching as his lips parted. My chest heaved. Fuck, I wanted to put my cock in his mouth and his tight, perfect ass. I wished there was a way I could do everything at once, but I chose to steal another harsh kiss.
He pushed on my chest and gestured at the stuff he’d brought into the shower, and I rolled my eyes at the small plastic bottle he’d snagged from the trainer’s room. It was labeledAlmond Oil. I grabbed the bottle and squirted some of the oil in my palm, then used it on my cock. I pointed it at his groin, and he nodded, then smirked as I coated his cock before shoving him back against the wall, harder than last time.
Nothing about what we did was sweet.
I held him in place and fucked my cock against his until I felt like I was going to vibrate apart at the seams. We smashed our bodies so roughly together that it bordered on painful, but I could feel the tingles starting in my cockhead and my balls felt stuffed full of cum. I wanted to unleash. He held on to my shoulders and whimpered when I dug my teeth into his neck and bit hard.
“Fuck it, do it,” he gasped out. He thrust faster against me, a low, rolling moan filling the room.
Grunting, I kissed his neck and smiled as the spot began to darken. He would have to look in the mirror and see what I’d done. Everyone would see. “No, you’ll just get on my case later about not using a condom.”
He yanked my hair, and I moved my head up. He took me by surprise and sealed his mouth over mine. My cock throbbed in time to my heartbeat as he swirled his tongue with mine. “I want you in me.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” I growled.
He snorted and shook his head. “I won’t be mad later.”
Letting out a groan, I grabbed for the oil on the floor, then slicked up my cock thoroughly because it wasn’t quite the same as actual lube, though I knew it would work. If I was careful lifting him up and leaning him against the wall, neither of us mentioned it, and I moaned as I slammed my cock into his hole without any prep. I loved the way his eyes rolled back in his head and an expression that was almost a scream passed across his face, but then he was grabbing my shoulders and dragging me closer.
I got the hint.
I fucked him.
It was fast, dirty, and brutal, and the sound of our skin smacking together echoed in the shower room.
