Page 31 of Wicked Serve

“One of my stupider moments,” he says as he throws open the door to the men’s locker room.

I press a wet kiss to his ear. “At least you know it.”

“This fucking pink bathing suit,” he growls.

“Pretty, right?”

He practically slams me against the nearest bank of lockers as he kisses me, hands grabbing wherever they can reach.

“Pretty?” He laughs shortly as he massages my ass. “You look good enough to eat.”

I tug him even closer, core clenching at his words. “What’s stopping you?”

He drags the straps of the bathing suit down far enough to free my tits. He groans, licking his lips before pressing his face to them. I’ve always been self-conscious about them—they aren’t much to look at, and even less noticeable when I’m wearing a sports bra—but I learned over the summer that he likes them like that. His hand fumbles into the locker for his bag, pulling out a condom. I shiver as the cold metal of the locker seeps into my skin.

He lifts me again, so easily my belly swoops. “Don’t want you to freeze on me.”

He strides to the nearest shower stall and runs the water, drenching both of us all over again. The heat makes me moan. I’m already on edge, anticipating the stretch of him inside me. He sucks my necklace into his mouth as he pulls my suit off the rest of the way. His hands dig into my hips as he maneuvers me against the wall.

“Spread those legs for me,” he murmurs.

He drops to his knees.

I steady myself with a hand in his hair. He grins up at me, lopsided as always, and runs his hands down my thighs. He guides my foot to his shoulder, putting me on display for him, his other hand grounding me so I don’t slip. I drag my teeth over my bottom lip as I look at him.

“Beautiful,” he says.

He’s beautiful like this too, and I open my mouth to tell him so, but then he presses his face against my pussy, and my mind short-circuits. I hold on to his hair tightly enough it must hurt, but he just moans against my slick skin. Desire pools in my core like lava. He finds my clit easily, teasing it with his tongue, making me jerk against the shower wall.

Hopefully if someone comes in, my moans are muffled enough that we’re not interrupted. I can’t help but get loud when it comes to him.

He licks lower, rubbing my clit with a finger instead. I arch my back as best I can, given the wall. He pinches the aching nub, making me whimper.

“Next time we do this,” I say with a pant, “we need to be horizontal.”

He pulls away, mouth shining. “I like the sound of that.”

I dig my foot into his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

He rubs his fingers through my soaked folds before sliding one into my core—and pressing the other against my asshole. I yelp, feeling my blush all the way to my ears. He never fucked me there, but he did finger me plenty.

His smile widens. “Such a princess.”

“More,” I say, voice breathy. “Nik, come on—”

He works the finger in all the way, moving it in tandem with the one in my cunt, and licks my clit again. I feel like I’m on fire, burning up from my ears all the way to the tips of my toes, as he keeps teasing, giving me just enough to hover on the edge. Right when I think I’m about to come, he backs off, dragging it out until I’m begging.

Finally, he nibbles my clit, and I explode at the pleasure. I cry out, slapping my hand over my mouth belatedly. His laughter vibrates against my sensitive skin as he gives me another lick before withdrawing his fingers. He helps me plant my feet on the floor of the shower.

“Should have opened this before,” he says, cursing as he tries to tear the condom packet.

I pull his cock out of his bathing suit, running my hand down the long, thick length. Seeing the evidence of his arousal—that eating me out got him rock-hard—makes me moan again. It’s one thing to hope that you’re being sexy enough to affect someone else, and another to see it in action. I swipe my thumb over the reddened tip. He groans, jerking his hips.

“Wait, wait. I need to get inside you.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t want me to do this,” I say, twisting my hand just the way he likes as I give him a pump.

He sucks in a breath. “Wasn’t about not wanting, sweetheart.”

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