Page 67 of Released from the Sin Bin

“Want me to keep going?” Carter’s brow lifts in question at my eagerness. “Tell me what you want.”

He moves his face lower to hover over my center, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, keep going.” I breathe out and let out a loud moan when his tongue flattens against me. “Yes.”

“Shh,” he chuckles against me. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

I try to make a retort, but he goes right back in, sucking and flicking his tongue against me, turning anything I was about to say into a screeching cry for him to keep going.

I clamp my mouth shut to stay quiet, whimpering while he devours me as if I’m his last meal.

He lifts away, but my hand shoots out. Tugging at his short strands and pushing to hold him down.

With a rumbling groan, Carter squeezes my hips up and dives in deeper, fucking me with his tongue and sucking in every drop as I come flying down the slope he’s built for me.

“Get dressed.” Carter pulls me off the bench and slides my shorts back on without giving me time to settle into a post orgasm comfort.

Grabbing my sweats from the bag, he passes them for me to slip on over my shorts and a sweatshirt to cover my sports bra and my heaving chest.

The door rattles with a knock. “Why is this door locked?” A man’s voice booms in the hall.

“Shit,” I mutter, and let Carter dress me.

“I got it,” he says and holds my bag up in front of him.

“Wait.” I stop him to fix his hair and wipe the sheen of my cum off his face with my sleeve.

He winks with a grin before unlocking the door and helping me hobble out in my boot and crutches.

“What were you two doing in there?” One of the resident doctors comes down the hall with a set of keys.

I freeze and suck in a sharp breath.

“She had to change.” Carter shrugs. “We didn’t do anything. She just finished therapy, and it’s cold outside.”

I reach down and clutch onto Carter’s hand to save us. Getting caught is the last thing I need. I’m lucky to not be getting expelled after the shit I pulled going up the mountain in a storm. Putting other students in danger and getting myself injured in the process. They take the health of their athletes seriously, and I don’t need another meeting with the dean.

The doctor eyes us wearily, but he can’t prove anything. “Next time, use the wheelchairs to get to the locker rooms or use the bathroom.” He huffs and walks past us.

I don’t relax until he’s long gone and through another set of doors down the hall.

Carter pulls me along through the hall and out to his truck. He helps me in the passenger seat before moving around the car to the driver's side, sliding in after shoving my bag and crutches to the back.

“It’s ok.” He rubs my knee as he drives out of the lot toward my house, but quickly moves it away. “You’re ok, right?” He clears his throat.

“Yeah, fine.” I’m not sure how to answer that, but I feel better than I have in weeks after that orgasm I just experienced. I didn’t need the heart pounding adrenaline rush for almost getting caught after.

“I’m hungry,” I state as my stomach rumbles.

“I’m dropping you home.” He looks down and back to the road. “I have a whale in my fucking pants ready to blow.”

“Oh shit.” I cover my mouth with a snort and eye the huge boner pushing against Carter’s jeans.

“Yeah, fuck you.” He quickly glares at me and looks back at the road. “I was fine until you grabbed my hair.”

“Oh, did you like that?” I reach over and grab a handful at the top of his head to give it a sharp tug.

“Fuck,” he groans in pain and shifts in his seat while that monster in his pants pushes further to come out. “Please, stop. Unless… you want to do something about it?” He bites his lip and wags his eyebrows as he drives through the campus roads.

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