by Ava Walsh
My interest in her had lain in what lay underneath those trousers and that white tucked-in shirt. But she looked like she meant business, and I wasn’t sure if that annoyed me or interested me more.
Chapter Three - Erica
“An interview?” he asked me. He had suddenly stopped in front of a locker, clearly his. I could feel my neck burning as I tried to maintain my composure. Men had started to strip right in front of me. They were all either lost in their own locker room world, or they were doing it purposely because they could see that a young, nervous girl was in the locker room with them.
Friendly curses were being flung around, towels were being wrapped around waists. Some didn’t even bother to cover their dicks. A ritualistic shower was coming up, and I felt like all these men were putting on a show.
Kyle Murphy was still fiddling around with his locker, thankfully he hadn’t started to strip yet.
“Yes, your manager said that you were willing to give me an interview,” I reiterated as he smiled. I noticed the white set of perfectly sparkling teeth, those green eyes which laughed along with the rest of his face. He shook his head indulgently.
“Lewis is a pain in the ass,” he said, and I could feel my hands start to get clammy. I was running out of things to say. I was getting a first-hand experience in exactly how charming Kyle Murphy could be.
“Nonetheless, he has promised us your time,” I managed to say. I had to stick to the plan. I had to remain professional. A look bordering on annoyance took over Kyle’s face. He was probably irritated that I had said that, but I wasn’t going to budge. I was going to get this interview.
“How long is this going to take?” he asked and I bit down on my lip.
“Half an hour? Forty-five minutes?” I said, trying to make it sound convincing. My attention had started to waver, though. I could see that he had started to unlace his shoes, which meant he was going to take off his clothes very soon.
“I don’t have that kind of time, Erica.” He remembered my name. He straightened his back and was back to smiling. Then I saw his eyes narrow as he glanced, in full view, directly at my breasts. I could feel my cheeks blushing.
“But there was a promise made, and I only have a couple of quick questions.” I charged through. Nothing was going to faze me. This was my career. I had points to prove to my dad.
“Quick questions?” He said it with a laugh.
“Yes, just a few questions about the game, and…” I tried to frame the words as best as I could.
“And about the recent poll in the papers?” he asked and I stuck up my chin. I could see the pride in his eyes. He was having fun with me, he was enjoying the attention. I could see that he had directly assumed that he was making me wet.
He had started to roll up his jersey. It came sliding off his body. He bunched it up into a ball and flung it into his open locker. I gulped as discreetly as I could manage to. His shoulders were broad and his smooth torso was sticky with sweat, his six-pack on full display. Instantly, I imagined my tongue running down the middle of his chest, all the way down his stomach and…
“So is that what you want to ask me?” He interrupted my thoughts and I shook my head.
“I’m not an entertainment reporter, Mr. Murphy,” I managed to say without fumbling.
“Call me Kyle,” he said.
“I’m a sports journalist, Kyle, so I’ll stick to the questions related to the game if that’s alright with you,” I said, instantly regretting it. I didn’t want to come across as arrogant. I knew Kyle Murphy wasn’t the kind of man to deal with arrogance well. Besides, he had probably already seen me drooling over his naked torso, so there was no denying that I was thinking about how sexy he was.
He gave a sudden laugh, and then to my absolute shock started to remove the rest of his clothes. I gulped again, staring at him with widened eyes – at his nakedness, at that huge throbbing dick that already looked aroused. Or was it just the way it always looked?
I snapped back my head to meet his eyes. I had to remain professional. I wasn’t going to allow myself to be like all those other women he so easily lured into bed. This interview wasn’t about how massively gorgeous Kyle Murphy looked naked.
“Of course, Erica. You can ask me all the serious questions you like,” he said then, still smiling. He had already seen me looking, seen me blushing.
I licked my lips and tried to force a weak smile on my face. “Let me just grab my notepad and I’ll have the questions ready for you,” I said, dragging my gaze away from him and shuffling through my tote for the things I needed.
When I looked up I saw that his legs were spread wide apart and his feet planted firmly on the ground. His dick lay hanging, in all its glory, facing me. His arms were folded, with muscles bulging over his chest and he had a happy glint in his eye. Honestly, I was growing increasingly annoyed with him. He wasn’t taking it seriously. He wasn’t taking me seriously! This wasn’t what journalism was about.
“You can ask me all the questions you want, but I’m going to take a shower,” he said and suddenly turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction.
I felt my jaw hang open. Then, I breathed in deeply and exhaled. If he was trying to shake me off, it wasn’t going to work.
Chapter Four - Kyle
I didn’t think she’d follow me to the shower. I thought I’d successfully managed to get rid of her. What was evident from her body language was that she wasn’t as turned on by me as I was by her. But, then again, I was in the mood for a fuck. I still had the chemicals of victory running through my veins and I was desperate to get them out. I wanted her body. I wanted to feel that ass, run my fingers over her nipples… Or was it anybody’s ass I wanted? I wasn’t sure, and I was hoping that if she left me alone I could go ahead and invite someone else into the shower. One of the girls outside – maybe the one who had licked her lips when I grazed her hand.
But Erica followed me all the way to the row of showers. The last one was always reserved for me, and I walked silently towards it. I could hear her heels clicking against the tiles as she hurried behind me.
“So can I start asking you the questions?” I heard her say. I didn’t bother turning around. I thought I detected annoyance in her voice. If she was so annoyed with me, why didn’t she just leave me alone?
“Shoot,” I said as I walked up to the shower and pulled the curtain aside. Some of my teammates were in the other cubicles, the water streaming down loudly.
Erica tucked a handful of hair behind her ear and stared back at me with those large blue eyes. I was reminded again of how luscious those lips were and I felt my dick stir. “Firstly, your training schedule.” She said it with such mathematical precision. I rolled my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked and I stepped into the shower cubicle.
“This isn’t what I want to talk about right after a game. I want to celebrate,” I said, positioning myself right under the showerhead. I was surprised and maybe even a little offended that she hadn’t been staring at my body. That she had barely noticed my dick. What was she made of? Steel?
“So what do you want me to ask you? About how you’ve been voted as the sexiest man in the country?” She threw the words at me, and I saw the sudden anger in her eyes. I had no idea why she was pissed off with me, but I laughed. Her cheeks had turned a dark red and her eyes had narrowed. I wanted to tear that shirt off her.
“If you want,” I said and this time, it was she who rolled her eyes.
“Like I said before, Kyle, this is a serious interview. I’m sorry that you don’t want to talk about this right after your game, but I’m just doing my job.” Erica shrugged and hooked a hand on her protruding waist. The notebook in her other hand swung against her thigh. I noticed those long legs, those slender long arms, the way her breasts bulged, and the fire in her eyes. I bit down on my lips and smiled.
“Do you think I’m being difficult, Erica?” I asked her and I spread my arms, placing my palms on the walls o
n either side of me. I was splayed for her, for her pleasure, for her eyes to feast on. I saw her gaze drop, her eyes subtly moved over my body, but she tried to maintain the intense look on her face.
“I’m not your babysitter Kyle, but yes, I would like to get this over with as fast as you do,” she said and raised an eyebrow. This still wasn’t the reaction I had been hoping for. I wanted to fuck her, or someone, or her, or anyone. I couldn’t be sure anymore. All I knew was that I wanted to see her naked.
“I’ll tell you what – I’ll answer all your questions if you step into this shower with me,” I said with a smirk and I watched her face change. She looked like she had taken offense, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“Excuse me? I think you’ve misunderstood what I’m here to do,” she said, but I had heard her voice shake. I had made her nervous.
“You want an interview with me, get in the shower,” I said, my smile disappearing from my face. I was desperate for her body now. I wondered if she could see it in my throbbing dick.
“I don’t have to do it,” she said, meeting my gaze confidently. Now I wanted her even more.
“Of course you don’t. It’s your choice. You can always come back later. My manager can set it up,” I said and shrugged. It wouldn’t kill me if she said no and walked away, but I truly wanted those clothes ripped.
I could see that she was thinking about it. Her brows were wrinkled and she was licking her lips. I mean, who would refuse an offer like this? There would be thousands of women who would happily oblige. What was taking her so long?
Now I saw her fully look at me, her eyes ran over my navel, then went down till they focused on what was between my legs. I could see her professional exterior crack a little. She needed that interview. She was going to get into the shower with me and feel my dick up against her ass. She was working it all out in her head, and no matter how moralistic and professional Erica Lee wanted to be, at the end of the day, she was just like any other hot-blooded young woman. She wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity.
“How will I take my notes?” she asked. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Chapter Five - Erica
The showerhead came on as soon as I stepped in. I was hoping that he might have given me some notice. The hot steamy water hit my body and I gasped with the shock. I knew exactly what was happening. He was seducing me. This was completely inappropriate, but this was also Kyle Murphy. You couldn’t put something like this past him. Yet, I did wonder if this was the kind of journalist I wanted to become. Someone who would do anything to get the scoop that she wanted. I still hadn’t thought about the fact that I had stepped into the shower because I wanted his body just as much as I wanted the interview.
I still tried to keep a straight face as the water poured over me. Kyle was smiling, watching my hair dampen and stick to the sides of my face.
“So, your training schedule,” I reminded him and he nodded.
“I wake up at six am, every day,” he began and I looked into his eyes. It was plain to see: he wanted me. I noticed the way the water streamed down his muscles, how his flesh glistened and shone in the water. He raised his hands and brushed them over his hair. My hair and my clothes were getting drenched.
“Then I eat a breakfast for champions.” He said it with a laugh. He was looking at my wet clothes now, where my shirt stuck to my breasts. My nipples were pert and sticking out of my clothes. He was watching them.
“Then I leave my house to hit the gym first,” he continued, and slowly he was taking a few steps towards me. I didn’t budge or move back, his slow voice had overtaken my senses. He was much taller than me, I had to crane my neck to look at him as he hovered over me.
“Do you want to know how many push-ups and crunches I do at the gym?” he asked and my lips parted just as he moved both his hands towards me.
I felt the buttons pop and my shirt rip. He had, with one swift motion, torn my shirt so that now it lay loosely hanging and wet, my breasts revealed. I was wearing a thin lace bra. Now it was wet too and Kyle was staring at it. There were goosebumps on my skin. He hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t prepared me for it and I had no will to stop him. I wanted him. I had felt his skin on mine and I wanted those large hands on my neck.
I hadn’t replied to his question, and he wasn’t waiting for a response.
“Do you have any more questions for me or can I just go ahead and fuck you now?” he asked with that same smile on his face. Our bodies were barely apart, my nipples grazing his chest. We stared at each other.
Then, I did something I would never have expected myself to do. I stood up on my toes and I kissed him. I took his lips in my mouth and I forced my tongue into his own. I heard his low growl as he grabbed my waist, his hands tightly gripping my flesh as he kissed me back. Our tongues were lashing against each other as he pulled me closer to him.
I could feel his hard dick sliding against my waist. I felt small and soft, clay in his hands. While we kissed I felt his hands ride up till he yanked my bra apart. My wet, waiting breasts were in his hands. He slid his fingers over them till he was flicking my erect, tight nipples. I winced with pleasure as he continued.
“Get down here,” he growled when we pulled apart. That smiling charming face was replaced by a darker look. He had turned into someone else, he looked like a beast ready to mount.
He had grabbed my waist again and flipped me around. My face met the slippery wall of the shower as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the ripping sound my trousers made as he tore into them. Then he slid my lace panty down.
“This is how I celebrate after a game. You can put that in your article,” he said with a hiss. Then I felt him thrust his dick into me. Again, he did it without warning, but I had been ready and wet for him this time. I surprised myself by screaming. He was big and tight inside me, and I could feel the hot steamy water fall on my back as he pushed himself into me.
He laughed gently when I screamed and pulled out. His hands were on my ass, holding the cheeks apart as he slid into me again. My palms were flat against the slippery wall. He pulled out again and then thrust in with greater force this time.
I screamed again, oblivious to who could hear us. Then he increased his pace, rapidly pounding into me. My body shook, I lost my footing, but he was holding me in place with his grip on my ass and waist. Sometimes his hands moved up to squeeze my breasts and flick my nipples. I moaned loudly, our bodies made a loud squeaking noise with every thrust. I didn’t care who could hear. Kyle Murphy’s dick was inside me. He was fucking me with a ferociousness I had never experienced before.
I had forgotten about my interview, about my job, about everything else. All I wanted was for him to continue thrusting into me, slowly pushing me over the edge. His big hands held me tightly. He bunched up my hair as he rammed into me, giving him just the kind of grip he needed to really drill me.
Chapter Six - Kyle
I had expected a quickie in the shower after the game, but what I got was far from that. Erica’s body felt more delicious than I had imagined it to be under all those clothes. I was pumping into her, and I could feel her juices flow. Her breasts were big and juicy and she felt soft and small in my hands. She was screaming, moaning, yelling my name. It was like she was a completely different person from the moment she had stepped into the shower.
I reached over and touched her between her legs, soft pulpy sweetness between her thighs, and she moaned again. I couldn’t help but smile as I started massaging her where I could feel her sticky wetness flowing. Erica tried to straighten her body, but I held her down.
She was writhing under me as I continued drilling her, repeatedly, with an increased pace till I felt like I might not be able to control it anymore. She was soft and moist in my hands, and she moved her hips around so that I was losing all control. But my hand was doing the trick – I could feel her body shaking, vibrating as I stroked her gently. The contrast of my gentle stroking of her pussy against the fast a
nd forceful thrusts from the back was what was making her body shake.
I could sense that she was going to come.
And come she did! She screamed my name aloud and writhed in my arms. I didn’t stop stroking her as I felt her orgasm, her juices flowing right into my hands. Her breasts shook and her shoulders shivered. I wanted to bite her back but I restrained myself. It was time for me to do the same. It was time for me to claim my prize.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I filled her up. I could feel myself emptying into her with force, shooting straight into her as she tightened her grip on me with her legs. She had straightened her back by now, our bodies squashed against each other, slipping and sliding in the water. I gasped as I came, and then I sighed. My face was against the back of her head, my hands squeezing her breasts. She sighed too.
We remained in that position for a few seconds till she slowly pulled herself away from me. I couldn’t help but smile. This was not the kind of sex I had expected from her. I thought she needed to be tamed, but she was more excitable than I was.
But when Erica turned to look at me, she wasn’t smiling. “I hope you got what you wanted, Kyle,” were her first words. My eyebrows automatically raised.
“Now, I’d like to get what I came here for,” she said, still standing under the full blast of the shower.
I couldn’t believe that she could still think about the interview after what had just happened… After she had been screaming my name, moaning, her body shaking against mine.
“I’ll give you your interview, Erica,” I told her. I wondered if she detected the growing anger in my voice. I wanted her to smile a little at me, to bite down on her lip and tell me how good she felt.
“And also some clothes. You’ve torn all my clothes. I don’t know how you expect me to leave this shower room without anything on.” She looked almost angry herself as she spoke.
