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Wren stirs, and I scramble to my feet. “Wait here.” Rubbing at my eyes, I jog to the door.
“Coach. It’s Oliver.” I lightly knock back on the wood. “The door’s closed.” I pause, contemplating if I should mention Wren but figure he’ll see for himself. “I couldn’t get out.”
“Oliver. You’ve been stuck in there all night?” Concern and astonishment lace his words.
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “But it’s okay. I figured someone would be back in the morning.”
I glance over my shoulder at movement, and Wren’s now at my side.
“Hang on, Oliver,” Coach hollers. “We’ll get you out.”
His heavy footfalls retreat, and she springs into action, whispering as if Coach or someone else might hear us. “We better change.”
Her hand sways down the length of my jacket, draping her bare body, and I look to my boxers. Nodding, I take her hand and we amble to the entrance to the locker rooms where, left from last night, our clothes lie in a heap on the floor.
We start to dress, both of us stealing glimpses at the other. I slide on my Henley and stall when my jacket falls to the floor.
Wren’s snow-white skin, the flare of her hips, her pert tits, and the way her pink nipples, once exposed to the cool air, immediately harden into two sharp points completely distract me.
Fuck, my cock throbs, and pre-cum wets the cotton of my boxers. Damn.
With her bra now in one hand, she must sense me staring and snaps her fingers several times to get my attention. My body jolts and eyes drift to hers.
“Focus, Twist.” She purses her lips and narrows her gaze. “Now isn’t the time for any of that.”
“But we could.” I tilt my head to one side, gift her my most endearing smile, and grab for her gorgeous body. “I’m guessing we’ve got five minutes, maybe even ten before Coach gets that door open.” Then I lean in and whisper, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “How about a quickie?”
She drops her bra and trembles in my arms, body pressing into my growing arousal even as she groans, “Oliver, we can’t.”
Despite her protest, she allows me to guide her backward until I’m pinning her to the wall. She’s so close to giving in, it’s there in the flickering flame in her eyes, in the way her hands clutch me like she never wants to let go. Patiently, she waits for me to go on, teeth chewing on her bottom lip, and eyes wide and willing.
“Wren.” I pause more for effect than anything else. “I’ve got a better idea. Let me go down on you.”
Slack-jawed, her lips crack a huge grin, and she slaps her hands over her face. Through her fingers, she mumbles, “Oliver, this is cruel.” Then she drops her hands to her sides, cheeks a bright red and eyes sparkling. “How can I say no to that?”
I laugh, pretty sure my eyes shine with all the naughty ways I want to pleasure her.
“Exactly. You’d be surprised at how fast I can make you come.” I nip at her collarbone and she moans. “Fuck, Wren, I really want to go down on you.”
She shudders, on the brink of caving, but something shifts in her and suddenly, she nudges me backward by my shoulders, putting distance between us.
“Oliver, you could…I mean, we could do this later…tonight at my—”Another shift in her demeanor and she shakes her head. “Forget about it.”
I don’t push or encourage her line of thinking though I want to. She’s suggesting more of this, more of us at her place.
Tonight.
But we can’t.
That would mean I stay or postpone my departure. But I’m not so sure delaying the inevitable is the right thing to do. It’ll only make things harder.
Now by our clothes, she fastens her bra and waves her hand in the general direction of my still very hard dick. She bends to snatch my jeans from the floor and the mood is gone, or so it seems.
Until in her haste, with my crotch in her line of sight, she stares at the hard ridge of my erection straining against my boxers. There’s no mistaking how much I want her.
“Shit. Oliver.” My name comes out sharp and curse-like, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Sorry, Tyler.” I plant my hands on my hips and unabashedly thrust them out, making sure she gets a good look. “This is what you do to me.”
