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“Devon!”
“That’s it, baby. Keep saying my name,” he says, still fucking me with his fingers while it rolls through me. “Let them all know what a slut you are for me. I bet you think of me every time you come, don’t you?”
“Yes…” I tell him breathlessly, finally starting to come back down. “Oh my god.”
He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into my open mouth.
“Suck,” he instructs.
I close my lips around his fingers and suck them clean as he drags them back out, staring straight into his darkened lust-filled eyes while I do.
He smiles just a little. “Get on your knees, Ally.”
I drop to the tile floor without wasting any time and run my tongue up and down the length of his cock, feeling it jump in my fist before licking and sucking the tip into my mouth. I take him deep into my throat, moaning around him when he threads his fingers through what’s left of my hair, gripping it hard at the still-sore scalp.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he says. “Look at me.”
I look up at him through watery eyes and lashes, and he thrusts forward, fucking my mouth while I choke on his cock. He’s never been this rough with me, but I don’t really give a shit—the sightof him losing control and fucking my mouth until I choke has me wet and squeezing my thighs together all over again.
“Keep looking at me,” he says as the tears start to spill over. “I’m going to come. And you…are…going…to…take it…all.”
He thrusts into my mouth hard and groans. One hand stays wrapped up in my hair, holding my head firmly in place, while he braces himself with the other against the shower wall. His dick twitches as cum coats the back of my throat.
“Fuck…”
Once he stills, I swallow, grab my towel, and storm out of the shower. I rush over to my locker and, with shaky hands, start dressing myself, unsure how to process what just happened. I don’t think he did what he did because he loves me. I don’t think it’s going to make anything better at all.
I’m stepping into my jeans when I hear footsteps, and he sits on the bench behind me.
“Ally?”
I don’t answer. My shaky hands don’t cooperate with me as I attempt to button my jeans. Eventually, I give up and go for the t-shirt hanging in the locker and pull it over my head.
“Allyson?”
“What?!” I snap.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I say, still refusing to look at him. I slip into my Vans and see my jersey draped across the bench. I remember I’m not on the team anymore and have to turn it in before I leave. Sad andangry all over again, I start to empty the contents of my locker, aggressively throwing it all into my bag.
“Ally?”
He grabs my hand, and I start to cry all over again.
He buttons my jeans for me, then stands and pulls me into his chest, and I let him, wrapping my arms around his back and burrowing my head in under his chin.
“I don’t want to give my jersey back,” I cry.
“I know.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” I tell him through tears. “I just…I sleep in your hoodie—the black one with the skull on the front. And Imiss you…all the time. Every moment of every day, I miss you.”
The buzzer sounds, indicating the end of a match, and the locker room won’t be empty for much longer. I don’t want to still be here—to have to face my former teammates after what happened—and I know he doesn’t want to be seen here either, so I let him go.
“I’ll wait for you in the hall, okay?” he says. “I’ll take you home.”
I nod and throw my bag over my shoulder, then walk through the rows of lockers and over to the office. I leave the jersey on the desk and linger for a few seconds. Darci was the one who convinced me to try out for volleyball. I think it surprised both of us when I was actually good at it. Some of my only good memories here are from being out on the court with her and Morgan or on the bus rides home from away games. It was more than just asport for me. It was an escape, a comfort. It was something to look forward to when I couldn’t find a reason to get out of bed. I had this, and then I had him.
