The Locker Room

by Quinn, Meghan

  She shakes her head. “Lie down flat, I want to ride your cock.”

  “Shit, Em.”

  I lie down and she straddles my lap, the tip of my cock moving past the waistband of my briefs. She reaches behind her and shifts her G-string to the side so her warm . . . wet . . . pussy is right on top of my throbbing—yet-covered—erection.

  Greedy and wanting to feel her, I slide my hands up her sides to her breasts where I take both in my hands. So fucking perfect, like heaven in my hands as I squeeze and rub my thumbs over her nipples. She breathes heavily and shifts along my length, spreading her arousal as I work her tits.

  “God, Knox, this is all I think about when I’m around you, feeling your cock between my legs.”

  Talk about a way to make a guy come on demand.

  She sits back and slowly starts to move her hips. “I picture you above me, gliding your long cock in and out of me.” Her eyes are closed, her hair dances down her back, and my hands now rest on her thighs as she takes control.

  Slow.

  I want inside her, so fucking bad.

  She starts slowly, feeling me out and testing how long I can last.

  Answer: not very long at all.

  I’ve wanted Em from the minute I laid eyes on her. I’ve been patient. I’ve become her friend, earned her trust, and even though I’m desperate to bury my dick so deep inside of her, this is good enough if it’s what she’s willing to give me.

  One step at a time. It’s been my motto with her. And she deserves that and more.

  The only protection between us is the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, which are already soaked from how turned on we both are, but she doesn’t seem to mind, as she encourages me with her hips.

  Hands glide along the divots of my abs as her mouth falls open and her head falls to the side, pure lust in her expression. It’s sexy as shit, seeing her let go, watching her pleasure take over and seeing her give in to it. I want to see how much I can make her lose control. I want to know exactly what it looks like when her pussy clenches and I see nothing but pure euphoria unleashed.

  Sucking in a sharp breath, I roll my teeth over my bottom lip and begin to move my hips to match her greedy movements, building the friction between us.

  “Yes,” she quietly murmurs, slipping her hands to my sides, her thumbs pressing into my skin as she tightens her grip. “Knox . . . yes.”

  Up and down. Up and down. She rubs her clit over my thick and hammering cock. Her beautiful tits shift with her rhythm, bouncing together, making my mouth water. I reach up and lift my torso as I bring one into my mouth and suck hard. She hisses as one of her hands grips the other boob and pinches her nipple. So goddamn hot. I knock her hand away and take over, sending her hips into a frenzy as a long, sexy moan falls from her lips.

  She tastes so sweet. There’s a hint of vanilla and something I can’t place. Whatever it is, it’s all Emory. Amazing. Hot. Delicious.

  I’m quickly becoming addicted to everything about this woman.

  “More,” she says, bringing my head closer to her boob. I accept the invitation and suck even harder, adding a nibble that shoots her pelvis into a full-blown attack on my cock. Shit, in a matter of seconds my legs tingle and my stomach tightens.

  God, my orgasm’s building, and she’s only been on top of me for five seconds.

  “Fuck, you’re so big,” she says, “I love how thick you are beneath me. Love how your muscles tense and ripple with every roll of your hips.”

  Can’t hear that enough.

  I pick up my pace, shooting my hips into hers, watching as her mouth falls open with every thrust. When her fingers connect with my nipples, I let out a long, aroused moan. Fuck . . . yes. She scrapes her nails across them, causing me to jolt my hips up even harder.

  “Oh God,” she cries out. “Don’t do that. I want to last longer.”

  “Don’t play with my nipples then,” I groan as the devil woman herself takes one between her fingers and thumb. “Fuck, Emory. Don’t.” My hands fall to her thighs, where I intentionally move her faster.

  She pinches again.

  “God damnit,” I groan. My eyes squeeze shut as my cock grows even harder with need. And when she does it one more time, I let out a guttural growl and attempt to flip her to her back, but she stops me.

  “No. I want to ride you.”

  “And I want to fuck you,” I admit, my will snapping.

  “No fucking,” she states, breathless.

  “Emory.”

  “No. This or nothing. I’m not winning this bet in the heat of passion.”

  “Fucking hell,” I say in agony. I desperately pull on the short strands of my hair, trying to gather myself.

  She takes that moment to lean back and rest her hands behind her, so she’s propping herself up on my thighs. My gaze falls to our connection where I catch a glimpse of her aroused and wet pussy.

  Shit.

  Fuck.

  I want that pussy so damn bad.

  I lick my lips, my eyes jumping to hers for a brief second before they fall back to our connection. So damn sexy. I sit up on my elbows as she leans back farther and feverishly rocks her hips, creating a scorching angle for the both of us. She’s so wet. Hot. Fuck.

  “Yes,” she moans, her head falling back. “Oh God, yes. Right there,” she says, moving her hips even faster.

  Shit, hearing her, feeling her . . . my balls tighten.

  “Knox, oh God, right there.” I thrust my hips up, her tits jiggle, her mouth parts as an indistinct sound flies out of her mouth. She flings forward, her hands falling to my chest as she rides my cock harder than before, and that’s all it takes. My entire body ignites and then goes numb as the first wave of my orgasm hits me like a Mack truck to the chest.

  Sparks ricochet through my body the minute she groans my name, the sound so desperate. Fucking hell. My hips fly up against hers, my control snaps, and we both orgasm, grinding out every last ripple of pleasure until our hips finally slow.

  She slinks forward and presses her chest against mine, her sweaty and slick body sliding against mine as her hard nipples graze my skin.

  So fucking sexy.

  Her fingers lazily stroke over my arm as I run my hand over her backside and under the thin black string to grip her whole ass.

  “You’re so goddamn hot,” I say, not letting up on my grasp as my other hand runs circles along her back.

  She sits up a few inches and looks down at me. Stunning. The smile on her face. Her eyes, half-lidded with lust. I put that there. I gave that look to my girl. “I can’t wait to feel you fully between my legs, Knox,” she whispers.

  “Neither can I, beautiful.” How about right now? I’ll be ready in about thirty seconds. “When?”

  And then I see Miss Sassy reappear, and I know what’s coming.

  “When you break the bet.”

  I look at our practically naked bodies and then back at her. “Uh, I’m pretty sure your wild ways just did that.”

  “Oh, hell no.” She shakes her head. “That was not what we bet on.”

  “I think we bet on oral, right?”

  She nods. “Exactly.” She pauses and looks to the ceiling in question. “Wait, I can’t remember what we bet on now. Was it sex in general or just oral?”

  “I can’t remember either which means if it was just oral, I could strip this tiny scrap of fabric off you, and bury my dick between your legs, it wouldn’t be breaking the bet, right?”

  “Ye—” She pauses again and thinks about it. “Well, I guess not if the bet was just oral. But is that what we bet? Should we call Carson?”

  “No. We are not calling Carson. Let’s just pretend it was only oral.” I flip her to her back and hover above her but before I can move in for a kiss, she palms my face to stop me.

  “Don’t even think about it. If you’re going to put that dick inside me, you’re going to go down on me first.”

  A shiver runs up my spine from her exception. “You know, it’s rea
lly fucking hot when you talk like that.” I lift her hands above her head, pinning them under my force. “But you need to know one thing: when it comes to fucking, I’m always in charge.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  EMORY

  If dry-humping were a sport, Knox and I would be Olympic gold medalists.

  The last three nights, we’ve shamelessly been grinding on each other like randy teenagers, huffing and puffing, rubbing and smashing our pelvises together until we both come with such sheer force that we pass out after. Twice at the loft, once in the dorm.

  I want to say I’m embarrassed from having zero inhibition while boisterously voicing my pleasure while humping my boyfriend’s lap, but I’m not.

  I’m loud, it’s true, but oh my GOD, Knox’s penis is the best thing I’ve ever slid along my clit. So thick, so hard, so long.

  Just . . . flawless.

  The last time, I was completely naked, the only thing between us was Knox’s Under Armour boxer briefs. They’re made of a slick fabric, so there’s no chafing, just pure, hard cock beneath me.

  I shot off so fast, I twisted our rules a little and gave Knox a hand job to get him off. I don’t think he minded, given the way his hands dug into the blankets below us.

  I was so tempted to put my mouth on his cock, to bring it deep into my throat, but I held strong despite the burning need inside me to make his eyes roll in the back of his head with a light flick of my tongue along the underside of his length. I honestly don’t know how I’m holding off, waiting, because every time I see him, a burning wave of need rips through my bones, practically bringing me to my knees.

  Finals are over for me. I leave for California today, and I have about two hours until I have to be to the airport, and that’s pushing it.

  I glance at my phone, checking the time. Where the hell is he?

  Suitcase stuffed to the side, I shift on my feet and try to ease the nerves fluttering in my stomach. He wanted to take me to the airport, and I wasn’t going to fight about that, because I wanted him to take me too. Lindsay and Dottie left on Monday but since I had one more exam to take, I couldn’t take the same flight as them, which means, I have the dorm to myself.

  The door to our dorm opens—I gave him Dottie’s key so he could get into the building—and I pose at the edge of my bed.

  “Babe, you here?” his deep voice calls out.

  “In my room.”

  I hear the sound of his backpack hitting the couch and then the door pops open. He walks in looking like a GQ model in his dark-wash jeans and light-blue sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His hair is styled, and his eyes are popping against the blue fabric spanning across his chest.

  He looks so freaking good. I’m going to miss this. Him. Us.

  And when his eyes connect with my outfit, and I see the way his face shifts into pure lust, I can’t help but get excited for what’s to come next.

  Decked out in a yellow lace demi bra and matching thong, I don’t move while he slowly rakes over me with a heated gaze. His perusal sends tingles up my spine, especially when he kicks off his shoes, tears his sweater over his head, and makes his way toward me, his eyes never leaving mine.

  His beefy arm wraps around my waist first before he runs the other up the back of my neck and brings my mouth mere inches from his.

  “What’s this?” he asks, his hand falling to my bare ass.

  “Merry Christmas,” I say, looping my arms behind me and undoing my bra.

  He growls when the fabric hits the floor and my already hard nipples skim across his bare chest.

  Knox’s chest is thick. It’s the only way I can think to describe it, as if three chests were stacked on top of each other. His shoulders and arms are carved like stone, every indentation and perfectly sculpted muscle visible. And then his stomach. Despite the intake of food I’ve watched him consume in one meal, his abs are tight and chiseled, and the V at his waist is deep. I’m tempted to run my tongue over the rooted divots.

  “Are you my Christmas present?” he asks, sliding his hand lower down my backside, dragging my thong with him until it falls down my legs. His lips taste my neck, slowly, methodically igniting goosebumps over my skin.

  “I am.”

  “What does this Christmas present entail? Breaking a bet?” he asks, his voice sounding almost desperate and strained. It’s exactly how I feel.

  “No, of course not.”

  He breathes out heavily and laughs. “You’re going to fucking kill me, Em.”

  “I’m holding out. I really want that steak dinner.”

  “I’ll get you a steak dinner anytime you want.” His lips move up my neck to my jaw. “Just name when and where.”

  “It’s not the same. It wouldn’t be a steak dinner won from my sheer ability to resist you.”

  “You’re not resisting me now,” he says as he lowers me to my bed. Staring at my bare body, he undoes his jeans and takes them off along with his socks. Standing in his briefs, his erection pressing against the fabric, he positions himself between my legs and my heart skips a beat.

  Oh my God, is he going to go down on me?

  He licks his lips, a heady look in his eyes as he lifts one of my legs to his mouth. Starting at my ankle, he presses long, languid kisses up my calf to my knee—my breath catches—to my inner thigh—my heart hammers—to my bikini line when I gasp out loud when he parts his lips from my skin.

  A wave of arousal pools at my center as he picks up my other leg and continues his tortuous, yet consuming kisses up my limb, repeating the little pecks he gave to my right leg, pausing at the inside of my knee, scraping his jawline along my inner thigh until he hits my bikini line.

  Shamelessly, my legs fall open. His eyes darken and narrow, his focus on my clit. I know he can see how aroused I am; it’s hard not to when I’m already so incredibly wet. I want his finger inside me. I want him to taste me like that, but we know better. One taste. That would be all it would take . . . for either of us. One. Taste.

  Pressing forward, he kisses above my pubic bone, up my stomach to my breasts where he greedily sucks one of my nipples into his mouth while the hand not pinning mine down rolls my other nipple between his fingers. When he sucks my boob into his mouth, it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed off. Soft slow sucks followed by hard, gasping bites.

  “Oh God,” I moan loudly, my hips thrusting toward his. I pull at my hands, but he doesn’t budge. “Let me touch you.”

  “No,” he mutters against my breast before he moves to the next one, taking my nipple in one suck. He nibbles, laps, sucks, and kisses, until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

  I’m about to burst. I’ve never experienced anything like this—the teasing touches, the lazy kisses, the appreciation of my body. This is what I missed out on. Thank God I left . . .

  Knox makes me feel beautiful, like a desirable woman, something I’ve never felt before. The look in his eyes when he gave me my gorgeous heart necklace floored me. And his words, “Just a reminder of who you belong to.” Everything he does and says . . . Yeah, it turns me on, but it also makes me feel precious. Worshipped. His.

  “Knox, please . . .”

  “Please what?” He smiles against my breast.

  Yeah . . . please what? I don’t know what I’m begging for, all I know is that I’m begging for something.

  “I can’t . . . ah, God, yes, bite me again.” He nibbles on the side of my breast, sucking hard and then scraping his teeth. No doubt he’s leaving his mark. He works his way to my collarbone, to my neck, then my lips where he swipes his tongue across my mouth. When I open for him, he leaves me hanging and trails his lips back down my neck, lighting up my heated skin with every pass of his mouth.

  He kisses my collarbone.

  Between my breasts.

  To my ribs.

  I suck in a deep breath.

  To my stomach.

  Above my pubic bone.

  My legs spread.

  To my left thigh.
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br />   My right.

  I groan.

  And then he hovers, right above the juncture between my thighs. The air stills around us, my pulse hammers in my throat, my aching clit begging for release as it thrums desperately with need.

  One gust of air and I’ll go off, and when he lowers even closer, I almost explode. Then he kisses the spot right above my slit.

  “Jesus, yes,” I say. But instead of him moving down one more inch, his lips progress north. And I groan out in frustration, tears billowing at my eyes. “No, oh my God, Knox. Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please lick me.”

  His tongue swirls around my belly button as he looks up at me. “Like that?”

  “No, you ass,” I say, unable to control myself. His chuckle only turns me on even more. “Lick my pussy.”

  “Hot damn,” he mutters as he continues to move his mouth over my body. “Even though hearing you say that almost made me come in my pants, there is no way.” He moves up my body, releases my hands, and scoots his briefs down so his cock juts out. A serious look in his eyes takes over as he says, “I’m clean. Just got tested a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

  I swallow hard. Is this really happening?

  “Me too.”

  On a primal grunt, he lowers his hips to mine where his cock connects with my clit. A low hiss escapes our lips as he stills my pelvis with his hand.

  “Just rubbing, Em, do you hear me?” He stares at me, completely serious. “Nothing else.”

  “Okay.” I nod, knowing what a huge step this is.

  Wet-humping, I’m good with that. So good with that.

  Still pressing my hips into the mattress, he starts to move his length up and down my slit. Slick and ready, he glides easily over me, the feeling so raw, so carnal with nothing between us that my orgasm already starts to spike deep in the pit of my stomach.

  “God, Knox, you feel so damn good. I love your cock. So big.”

  “Can’t hear . . . that enough,” he grunts, eyes squeezed shut as his pace picks up. “Fuck, baby, this feels—”

  “Amazing, so freaking amazing.” I raise my hands above my head and grip the comforter beneath me. “Faster, Knox, oh God, faster. Yes,” I breathe out when he picks up the pace.