Page 138 of Staying Selfless

“Oh fuck,” she moans as her head drops in pleasure.

“Shh,” I remind her again, but there’s a contended and proud smile on my lips as I quiet her.

Her walls clench around me, and I know I’m not going to last long. As if public sex wasn’t thrilling enough, the fact that Logan is wearing my jersey while I fuck her is reason enough for me to come in no time at all.

I anchor both hands on her hips as I thrust into her. The sound of our slapping skin fills the room, as well as the gasps Logan attempts to stifle. Her knuckles are white as they clench the sides of my locker, trying to control herself.

As I continue to pound into her, Logan is doing a piss poor job at staying quiet. I can tell she’s trying to, but it’s not working. And that does nothing but inflate my already too inflated ego.

“Oh yes...right there,” she cries.

I do what she says and continue to rock into her, hitting the spot that’s making her body tremble and her knees weak. And even though I’m in charge this time, all I want is for her to come all over me. I can practically feel myself explode just from the thought of getting my girl off this quickly and in my place. My locker room.

The base of my spine is tingling, and my eyes are locked on my dick, watching it fill her over and over, her wetness coating me, glistening on my taut skin.

“Yes. Yes, Eli,” Logan moans, short of breath, her chest heaving.

Fuck that sounds good. I’ll be sure and add her breathy cries of my name to my spank bank for when I’m on the road and can’t be with her. Those two words alone will make me come.

“Shh, baby,” I say again as I reach around and circle her clit, which only elicits more precious sounds from her.

Her head falls forward, and I’m pretty sure the only reason she’s still standing is that I’m holding her up. My free hand finds her mouth, and I cover it to muffle her cries as I pull her to stand, her back against my chest and my lips right against her ear.

“I’m going to make you come, but only if you’re quiet,” I tell her, knowing she won’t be. But I’m enjoying bossing her around and judging by the delicate whimper that just tickled my hand, she’s enjoying my demands just as much.

She nods in my grasp as she reaches behind me and pulls my tie over her shoulder, bringing me even closer to her body. And fuck, for some reason, that is so fucking hot, I have to keep from releasing needy and desperate sounds myself.

I push her down and fold her over once again as she anchors a hand on my locker, the other still grasping my tie, pulling me closer, my chest flush to her back.

She’s close. So fucking close. I know this because I know how she operates. I’ve memorized the sounds, the trembles, the clenching of her pussy around my dick.

Somehow, I’ve held off. Somehow, I’ve found the restraint to not come until she does, but I’m about to explode.

My girl. In my locker room. Wearing my jersey.

I pull back to stand as my eyes trail up the maroon fabric gracing her upper half, my last name plastered across her back, claiming her.

She’s mine.

And I’m hers.

And the reminder that the name she’s wearing will be hers too makes my vision blur with pleasure as I come inside of her, fast and hard, her tight walls pulling every last drop from me.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.” I jerk inside of her before biting down on her shoulder.

Thankfully she’s right there with me, my slowing thrusts bringing her over the edge to orgasm.

I’m pretty sure my name falls from her lips with a few curse words, but I’m still covering and quieting her mouth as she finishes.

When I pull my tired dick from her, I glide my fingers over her pulsing clit, reveling in the fact that I’m the reason it’s as soaked and throbbing as it is.

I run my other hand over the beads of moisture that have formed on my forehead before slapping her ass.

“We are definitely doing that in my locker room in Dallas.”

Chapter 36

Logan

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