Personal Foul: A Quick Snap Novella

by Cala Riley

  With that thought in mind, a plan forms.

  Maybe you should give him a reason to break his rule, the devil on my shoulder encourages.

  He won’t know what hit him.

  I’m waiting in the hall between the locker room and the workout room when I hear him talking to someone. I look down at my phone and pretend to be busy, waiting for him to see me.

  “Mi reina, looking as beautiful as ever today.”

  I look up, watching him approach. I look at Finch. “Morning, Finch, mind if I steal this guy for a minute?”

  “Sure thing, Ms. Kelly. Meet you in the gym.” Finch slaps Garrett’s shoulder, but Garrett’s eyes are on me.

  Once Finch is far enough away, I brush by Garrett. “Come with me,” I purr. I look over my shoulder and see that he’s following. I lead us down the hall and open the last door, a supply closet.

  Cliché, but it will do.

  I step in, turning around with the sound of the door closing.

  “That skirt with those heels, mi reina, are giving me all sorts of ideas,” Garrett rasps, checking me out, leaning against the door.

  “Oh?” My heart beating fast, I step back farther, reaching behind, I slowly unzip my skirt. The sound of the zipper opening echoing off the wall. The tension in the room tripling.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, taking a step towards me.

  “Stop,” I demand, waiting for him to do so. I slowly unbutton my blouse and drop it with my skirt. “I had a dream last night,” I say softly while looking him in the eye.

  “Tell me,” he rasps.

  “You stripped me, covered my body with your lips, turning me on with your hands.” I step towards him, hands trailing between my breasts. “You loved playing with my boobs, sucking, biting my nipples before soothing them with your tongue.” I reach up and tweak my pebbled nipples through the lace, making us both hiss.

  “Then what?”

  “Then I convinced you to let me play too.” I close the gap between us. My hands falling to the waistband of his black gym shorts. “You laid down on your bed, with me over top of you. You ate me out while I fucked you with my mouth and guess what.”

  “What?” he asks while breathing hard.

  I run my lips over his jaw, pushing down his shorts, I whisper in his ear, “You tasted divine.” I grip his cock in my hand, up and down. “So hard.” I moan. “But do you know what my dream had me wondering?”

  “Tell me,” he demands, fisting my hair.

  “If you taste as good in real life.” I drop to my knees, licking his crown.

  “Mi reina,” he groans.

  I sigh. “You taste even better.”

  The pure look of lust he gives me sends a thrill through my body. I’ve never been much into giving oral or receiving it, but the look on his face right now makes me feel powerful. It sends a rush of wetness to my core, aching for more.

  I don’t deny my body or his. I lean forward, sucking him into my mouth. I slowly work my way down his length then back up. After a few strokes in my mouth, I can fit his entire cock inside, swallowing as his tip hits the back of my throat.

  I groan at the feel, causing him to answer with a growl of his own.

  “Fuck, babe. If you keep doing this, I’m going to come.”

  I chuckle, making him hiss.

  I grip his thighs as I methodically move my head up and down against him. After a few moments, I lightly graze my teeth against him, causing his knees to about give out.

  “Fuck.”

  His curse makes me want to smile. I might not give head often, but I’ve watched enough porn.

  When his hand reaches up to curl around my throat, I smile. Much like my dream self, I ache at the thought of him going all alpha on me.

  Knowing he can feel every movement of my throat, I pause against his pelvis, with his dick firmly lodged in my throat, then I swallow hard. His hand flexes against my throat, giving me a slight pinch of pressure, my pussy throbbing.

  I didn’t think this through. I only wanted to tease him. Show him how good it could be. Now I’m going to be aching all day.

  Deciding it’s time for the finale, I pump him in and out of my mouth, gazing up at him as I do so. The glazed look of pure lust and adoration causes me to lose my rhythm. The look in his eye is way more than casual, which is more than I can handle right now.

  Looking back down, I reach out, cupping his balls.

  Within seconds, both of his hands are in my hair, guiding me along his dick.

  “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat,” he warns.

  Good. That was the plan, I think to myself.

  Then he spills into my throat, holding my head against him until tears fill my eyes. Then he releases me, falling back against the wall.

  I stand, watching him through heated eyes. I run my finger along my bottom lip to catch stray cum, setting it on my tongue, sucking. Garrett growls, “You fucking siren.”

  “Your siren,” I tease.

  “Damn right you’re mine.” He prowls towards me, grabbing my hips.

  I push him back. “Time for you to get your work out in,” I remind him. I turn around and bend down to grab my clothes.

  Garrett steps behind me, pushing his cock against my ass, making me moan.

  “So fucking wet. Did sucking my cock make you wet, mi reina?”

  “You know it did.” I smirk over my shoulder, pulling away.

  “Let me take care of you, mi reina.”

  “Later.” I pull on my blouse then step into my skirt. I turn to face Garrett. “You need to pull up your shorts and hit the gym before someone notices you’re not there.”

  Garrett bats my hands away from the buttons on my blouse, he runs his knuckle over my nipples, tweaking them, making me whimper.

  “I was right,” he whispers while buttoning my blouse for me.

  “About?” I lean forward and kiss him.

  “We’re meant to be together. No use in fighting it now.” He steps back, looking me over. “Just remember, turnabout is fair play.”

  “I can’t wait.” I smirk. “See you later?”

  “Like you had to ask,” he scoffs, walking out the door.

  Garrett

  I walk down the hall, hoping to catch Reagan before she leaves for the day. I knock on her door, trying the handle only to find the door is locked. I try to catch a peek between the blinds but can’t see anything.

  Damn, did I miss her?

  “Excuse me, can I help you?”

  I turn around and see a man with a concerned look on his face.

  “I was just looking for Ms. Kelly. I meant to catch her before the end of the day.”

  He adjusts his glasses, giving me a hard look. “Wait, I know you,” he mutters.

  “I’m Garrett Stone.” I reach my hand out to shake his.

  He snaps his fingers. “That’s right. You just joined us not that long ago.” He shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you. Ms. Kelly left for the day. She dips out at five on Mondays to swim downstairs after all the guys clear out. Is there something I can help you with?”

  “Nah, that’s okay. It can wait until tomorrow. You have a great night.” I spin around and bust ass to the elevator.

  Reagan Kelly in a little bikini? Don’t mind if I do.

  The training room is dark except for the security lights. I make my way towards the pool. I look around, making sure there’s no one left before slipping into the pool area.

  There she is.

  Reagan’s swimming laps in a light purple bikini. I strip off my shirt and my shorts before slowly lowering myself into the water in her path. She stops an arm’s length from me, pushing her hair back.

  Wet fucking dream.

  “What are you doing here?” she asks, slightly alarmed.

  I reach forward, pulling her towards me. I spin us around so her back is to the ledge, her legs instantly going around my hips. She gasps, making my dick harder, goosebumps covering her skin. I lean forward and
lick the column of her neck, making her moan, echoing off the walls.

  “Garrett,” she warns.

  I pull at the strings on her hips, releasing the swim bottoms. I stare at her, shifting her bikini top, freeing her breasts. I lean forward and pull a nipple into my mouth making her gasp, releasing it with a pop.

  “Tell me to stop, Reagan,” I demand.

  “Keep going, Stone.” She grinds down on me.

  My mind goes back to earlier. The way she moaned around my dick. How she swallowed every last drop without hesitation.

  My willpower breaks. If she wants to feel good, I won’t deny her. I would give this woman about anything after the way she sucked my cock.

  “Hold on, baby,” I tell her, pulling her to the steps. I set her on the top one, just out of the water, but still out of view if anyone looks in.

  Anyone could walk in at any minute. That’s part of the thrill, though. Doing something risky with the idea that you could be caught.

  I look up at her, giving her one more out. When she pulls me down for a kiss, I know she wants this as much as I do.

  Leaning down, I kiss the inside of both of her thighs.

  “Garrett.” She sighs.

  I don’t give her a moment more of thought though. Instead, I lean in, kissing her pussy. Using one hand to hold her lips open, I swipe my tongue across her clit, causing her to arch farther into me. Keeping my tongue focused on her clit, I use my other hand to circle her entrance.

  Inserting my index finger, I find her primed and ready. I quickly add a second, then a third, pumping into her quickly, curling my fingers around until I find the spot, making her moan loudly in a high-pitched tone. Once there, I continue to lavish her with both my tongue and my fingers until her hands find her way into my hair, pulling hard.

  “I’m coming, Garrett. Fuck.”

  She grunts out one last curse before her body arches off the steps as her pussy convulses around me. I keep licking and fingering her until she pushes me away.

  “Too sensitive,” she gasps out. “Need a minute.”

  I hold her while she comes down from her high. When she grinds against me, I bite back a curse.

  “I want your cock.”

  “Not today, mi reina,” I say gently while tying her bottoms back into place.

  “When?” she demands.

  “With time,” I tease.

  “Tomorrow.” She nods. “Tomorrow morning I’m coming over instead of going for my run.” She grabs my cock, stroking me. “Tomorrow morning you will fuck me with this glorious cock, do you understand?”

  I thrust into her hand. “I’m willing to get my cardio in a different way.” I bite her collarbone, making her gasp before tapping my shoulder.

  “No more. We have to stop. If someone comes in, we would be fucked.”

  I back off.

  “Tomorrow morning.”

  “When the sun comes up.” She nods, turning around and pulling herself out of the water. I nip at her ass, making her laugh.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” she teases.

  “But what a way to go,” I muse.

  “Later, Stone.”

  I rest my arms on the ledge, watching her walk away. “Later mi reina.”

  Reagan

  I knock on his door, gripping my gym bag a little harder.

  Garrett swings the door open, slowly checking me out.

  “You going to stare at me or invite me to come in?” I deadpan.

  He reaches out, grabbing my hand, pulling me into him. “Get your ass in here.”

  He shuts the door; I drop my bags and it’s game over. We reach for each other, mouths fusing. He lifts me up and slams my back into the wall, making me gasp. I lean forward, biting his lip, slowly releasing it.

  “Bed.”

  He pulls back, eyes dilated. “I’ll take you to bed, but one thing is for sure, I will fuck you against a wall very soon.” He pulls away from the wall, holding me, hands on my ass and starts walking towards his room.

  “Why is that?”

  “Because masterpieces belong on the wall, and you, mi reina, are a fucking masterpiece.”

  “You say the sweetest things,” I purr.

  When he lays me on the bed and makes his way down my body, I pull him back to meet my face.

  “As much as I love your tongue, I want your cock. It better be inside me in the next minute or I will beat your ass.”

  He chuckles. “Maybe that’s my kink.”

  I glare at him, making him laugh harder. Then I roll against him and his face loses the humor.

  The next thing I know he has me stripped bare while he is positioned in between my legs, a condom on his cock while he strokes himself.

  “You sure about this?” he asks.

  I smile up at him. “Absolutely positive.”

  Then he lines himself up, thrusting into me. He pauses once he’s fully seated as we both groan in pleasure.

  “You feel so fucking good, mi reina. Like my pretty little queen was made specifically for my cock.”

  I can’t answer him though. My body is going through some otherworldly shit right now. I feel so full, so right that my mind can’t comprehend why I haven’t been fucking this man my whole life. My pussy convulses at the thought of what else he can do, causing him to hiss.

  He presses his forehead against me, placing a kiss against my lips.

  “Move, Garrett. I need to feel you move,” I beg.

  His eyes heat, his dick jumping inside of me. “As my queen wishes.”

  He thrusts against me hard, setting a punishing pace. Each time he presses against me, his pelvic bone rubs across my clit, causing me to climb faster than I ever have before. I arch, coming hard against him.

  Instead of slowing down, my orgasm spurs him on. One of his hands finds my hip, while the other wraps around my neck, pulling me in for a sloppy, passionate kiss.

  As my second orgasm nears, I open my eyes to meet his. Inside his eyes, I see more than just passion and lust. I see an emotion that scares the fuck out of me. It’s too early for love, but it’s akin to it.

  Before I can dwell any further, my second orgasm crashes into me, bringing Garrett over the top with me. We hold on to each other, going through our aftershocks.

  He slides out, taking care of the condom quickly before returning to bed to pull me onto his chest.

  I bask in the afterglow of two amazing orgasms, wondering once again why we haven’t done this sooner.

  Before I can voice my question out loud, my worlds come colliding together.

  My phone rings, the ringtone I assigned for Nick’s school.

  “Shit, I have to get that.” I lean up to crawl off Garrett.

  “Let it go to voicemail.” He pulls me back into him.

  “Can’t, it’s important.” I swat his hands away, running down the hall to my bag.

  I reach in and grab my phone, swiping right.

  “Hello?” I walk back down the hall, leaning against Garrett’s bedroom doorframe.

  “Hello, is this Ms. Kelly, Nick Kelly’s mother?”

  “This is she.” I watch Garrett lower the sheet, stroking his cock with a smirk on his face.

  I have no idea what the lady on the phone is saying until, “We need you to come on down and meet with the principal.”

  “Wait, can you repeat that?” I turn away from Garrett, listening.

  “Yes, Nick got in trouble. If you could come down here, the principal would like to meet with you.”

  I look at the watch on my wrist and note the time. “Yeah, I can be there in the next twenty-thirty minutes, depending on traffic.”

  “We will see you soon.” The lady hangs up.

  I turn back to Garrett. “I need a warm washcloth now and then I have to go.” I walk down the hall and grab my bag before turning around. I set the bag on Garrett’s bed, pulling my work clothes out.

  Garrett comes out of the bathroom, washcloth in hand. “Everything okay?”

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p; I take the washcloth. “Thank you. And no, but it will be.” I clean myself up, tossing the washcloth into the clothes hamper across the room and start pulling my clothes on.

  “I was looking forward to showering with you.”

  I look up at him. “I was too. Sadly, we don’t get everything we want.” I sigh.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? I could come with you.”

  I slip into my clothes, looking at him. “I’m good. I promise. Thank you for offering, though.”

  Garrett looks into my bag and pulls out my heels. “Sit.”

  I sit on the edge of the bed, putting my earrings in. I watch him kneel in front of me, slipping my heels on my feet, fastening the buckles. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  He leans forward, kissing each knee. “You’re welcome, mi reina.” He stands up, holding his hand out for me, helping me stand.

  I step into him, kissing him softly. “How hasn’t someone snapped you up yet?”

  He kisses me softly. “Because none of them were you.” He slaps my ass. “Go fix your hair before you get on the road. I want to know about whatever that call was later.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I call over my shoulder, walking into the bathroom. I run my fingers through my hair, quickly braiding it off to the side. “That will do for now.” I sigh. I walk back out and don’t see Garrett. I grab my bag off the bed and walk into the hall. “Where are you?”

  “One sec,” he hollers. I grab my purse from the floor and slide it onto my arm. Garrett rounds the corner, a travel mug in hand. “Here, I made you a coffee.” He hands me the mug.

  “Thank you,” I tell him sincerely.

  “Of course.” He kisses me softly. “Drive safe, I’ll see you later.”

  “Bye.”

  Garrett

  After a quick shower, I hurry and get dressed, hoping maybe, just maybe I can steal Reagan away for a late lunch.

  “Hey, you look like you’re in a hurry,” Will teases.

  “Yeah, I need to go see someone.”

  “Is that someone Reagan Kelly?”