Page 137 of Staying Selfless

“Yeah, just that one and the one where we came in.”

She makes her way to that door too and flips the lock.

As soon as I hear the bolt lock in place, my lips slightly part at what she has planned.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes already hooded over as she removes her jacket and drops it in a random stall.

Her green eyes are burning dark when she turns to me. “Don’t act like you haven’t fantasized about this before.”

The truth is I haven’t, but now that my girlfriend is propositioning me in my very own locker room, I’m surprised that I haven’t dreamt of this before.

“Well, now I am,” I tell her truthfully, my mouth parched and my cock already straining against my zipper.

Logan makes her way to me, right in front of my locker, her hand finding my bulge and her lips tasting my neck.

“Well, I’ve thought about you fucking me in this navy-blue suit ever since the first time I saw you in it.”

Between her dirty words and her expert hand, I’m on the verge of being painfully rock hard, and I urgently need to free myself from the restraint of these pants.

But as Logan’s nimble fingers unfasten my belt, I grab her by the wrist to stop her.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is my locker room,” I remind her, my eyes blazing into hers. “I’m in charge here.”

Logan’s confused expression instantly shifts, heating. Her pink lips part in surprise, and as much as I would love to have them wrapped around my dick, sucking me off, the truth is, we are in a public place, so this needs to happen fast—no time for a warm-up.

I draw her into me, perfectly positioning my erection between her legs so she can feel just how hard she makes me.

“This is going to be fast and hard. And I need you to keep quiet.”

I watch as Logan’s throat moves in a deep swallow before her lips fall open again, her eyes completely dilated.

“Think you can manage that?” I ask with a commanding edge as I look down at her.

She doesn’t seem capable of responding with words, so instead, she gives me an innocent nod. My confident sex-vixen is suddenly a little shy—or at least pretending to be.

“Words, Logan,” I forcefully tell her.

“Yes,” she squeaks out. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good.” I pull her into me by the base of her neck and kiss her hard. My tongue slides between her parted lips, drawing a desperate moan from my girl’s throat.

My hands move to her ass as I squeeze her into me, needing the friction, but it doesn’t do enough because the only thing that will release this painful buildup is getting these fucking pants off and sticking my cock into its favorite home.

“Turn around,” I command, but before Logan has the chance to do it, I do it for her, as I quickly reposition her slim waist.

My fingers lift her jersey before sliding down underneath the spandex material of her leggings. I push her body into me, her ass grinding on my dick before my hand dips lower. As soon as my middle finger grazes against her clit, Logan’s head falls back on my shoulder with a breathy moan.

“Shh,” I remind her before I kiss and suck on her neck. “You said you’re going to be quiet.” But the truth is I fucking love her sounds. I love hearing what I do to her.

I was going to spit into my hand to get a little lubrication going on, figuring there’s no way she’s ready to go this quickly, but as my fingers explore further south, they’re instantly coated with her arousal. She’s fucking soaked, and as much as I say I’m in control here, the truth is, this girl has had me by the balls since the day we met, and she’s about to bring me to my knees because all I want to do is pleasure her.

When my middle finger enters her, I earn a shocked gasp and a whimper, and I’d be lying if I said that sound didn’t shoot straight to my dick, making me somehow even harder than I already was.

I nudge her forward to take a couple of steps closer to my locker. My hand leaves her warm folds before pulling her leggings down in one fell swoop. I leave them at her ankles before my hand trails up her spine, grazing my jersey. Pushing her upper half down, I fold her forward, her perfect ass on full display for me to see as her hands grip tightly on either side of my locker stall.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” I nudge her feet apart, and as her pussy comes into view, the pressure builds as I painfully stretch against my zipper. I swiftly undo my belt, letting my pants and briefs drop before I wrap my fist around my throbbing cock, stroking it in my hand. I give one more admiring glance at the glistening wetness of Logan’s folds before I center myself and fill her completely.

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