Page 59 of Alpha Jax

I slide a pair of gym shorts on over my boxers, not bothering to mess with shoes or a shirt. I walk around the dorms without them all the time, so if someone spots me, they shouldn’t think a thing of it. Then I check my phone once more before tossing it onto my bed and heading for the door, slipping quietly into the hall. It’s dark and silent as I make my way toward the locker room, passing by Quinn’s door on the way. I wonder if she’s still in there or if she’s already waiting for me in the locker room. The anticipation of seeing her has my whole body buzzing with excitement.

When I pull open the locker room door, I hear the sound of water splashing against the tile coming from the shower area. I pull the door closed behind me, flipping the deadbolt that’s used rarely, if ever, and stride toward the showers.

And then I see her. It’s dark, but her bare body is bathed in the pale illumination of the nightlights affixed to the walls between each of the showerheads. She’s standing underneath one of the showerheads toward the middle of the long wall, tilting her head back as the water runs over her chest, down her body. Looking in my direction with the naughtiest smirk on her lips.

This girl is trouble with a capital T. Wild, sinful trouble that I want to drown myself in at every opportunity. I keep my gaze fixed on her, watching her intently as I cross the locker room to the opposite door that leads to the recruit barracks. I flip the lock on that door, then turn to stride back toward Quinn, adrenaline building with each step like a predator stalking prey.

She regards me silently as I slide my shorts and boxers down in one fluid motion, stepping out of them and starting her way. She’s got the face of an angel, but the look in her eyes is pure devil. My bare feet slap against the tile floor with each step and she turns underneath the stream of water, putting her back to me, tilting her head back and allowing the water to run over her face and soak her hair.

Quinn doesn’t turn as I prowl up behind her, reaching out to stroke the backs of my fingers down the curve of her spine. She trembles under my touch as I place my hands on her hips, sliding them up to rest on her waist while my eyes drink in the sight of her like this. Then I’m pressing closer, snaking my arms around her waist and over her flat stomach, pressing my chest against her back and hooking my chin over her shoulder as water rains down on me from the showerhead above.

“Why are you so damn sexy?” I growl in her ear, nipping the lobe, and she moves closer against me, my hard cock stirring against her backside.

“Mmm,” she hums, spinning around in my arms and winding her own around my neck. “Good genes?” She smiles slyly.

I grimace, groaning as I move a hand up her spine, threading my fingers into her hair at the base of her neck. “Can you not bring up your brother when we’re naked?”

Quinn giggles softly, moving her hips against me. “Sorry.” The friction against my dick makes it grow even harder.

I give her hair a little tug and her head falls back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. I lean into it, murmuring against her skin. “You like this more because it’s forbidden, don’t you?” I nip her neck, then pull back to look into her eyes again.

“Maybe,” she admits, and then her lips are on mine and I’m devouring her. My hands slip between our wet bodies to cup her tits, pinching her nipples and eliciting a soft little moan. I’m unprepared when I feel Quinn’s hand wrap around my dick- my body jolts and I grunt, biting down on her bottom lip. I swear I taste blood, but I keep kissing her like my life depends on it as she starts stroking up and down my shaft, driving me absolutely fucking wild.

It isn’t long before I’m pressing her back against the shower wall, scooping an arm under her ass to lift her up. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist and she’s lined up so perfectly that I slip right in, both of us moaning as our bodies join. I press her tight into the wall as I sink deep inside her, warmth spreading to all of my limbs. Being inside of Quinn is pure bliss- it’s fucking euphoria.

I usually go a little slow to start out with, let her adjust to my size, but not tonight. I’m too fucking worked up, and she looks too fucking hot with her wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders. I start hammering in and out of her at a brutal pace, swallowing her screams with another hard, bruising kiss. Her fingernails score the skin of my back- hard enough to draw blood, but I don’t give a fuck. The heady mix of pain and pleasure only sends me into more of a frenzy as I rail her up against the wall, our breathy pants drowned out by the sound of the water splashing against the tile.

After little while, I change it up, pulling out and setting Quinn back down on her feet. As if she already knows how I want her next, she spins around, wet tendrils of hair slapping against my chest as she presses her palms to the tile wall and sticks her ass out, offering it up to me. An approving growl rumbles in my chest as I grasp her hips, rubbing the head of my dick along the seam of her ass before I find her hot little pussy again and slide right in.

It’s not a perfect angle- I have to keep my knees bent to stay lined up, but I love taking her from behind like this. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass echoes off of the tile walls of the locker room as I take her roughly, gripping her hips. We’re both panting, moaning, and honestly we’re probably being too fucking loud right now but I’m too lost in the moment to care, delirious with lust and drunk on Quinn.

I move my hands around to her stomach, sliding them up to cup her round boobs. I take one in each hand, stroking them reverently, kneading them until she’s rocking back into me to meet my thrusts. We’ve only been doing this for a week, but I already know Quinn’s body so well- I know when she’s close, and from the way she’s writhing against me, she’s right there. I drop a hand between her legs, and as soon as my fingers find her clit, she goes off like a firecracker, her pussy squeezing around my dick like a vise. That sends me tumbling over the edge of my own orgasm- I shove in hard, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her feet off of the ground as I empty inside her.

I’m not sure if it’s the excitement of knowing we could get caught, but I’m pretty sure it’s the most intense orgasm of my fucking life. My toes curl, my limbs tingle, my lips go numb. I hold Quinn’s body tight to mine like I’ll never let her go. Her head drops back against my shoulder as she quivers, catching her breath. It takes me a minute or two to catch my own, and when I finally start to come back down to reality, I ease out of her, peppering her shoulders and back with kisses, worshipping her body.

Then… we shower.

I’ve showered with other people in this locker room countless times, but never actually ‘with’ someone. The act feels incredibly intimate; we suds up each other’s bodies, still so fucking blissed out from the amazing sex we just had. She scrubs soap into my chest, I lather shampoo in her hair. It’s slow and sensual and honestly I’m hard enough to go again by the end of it, but it feels like that would almost taint the purity of the moment.

I cross the locker room to retrieve a couple of towels, returning to help Quinn towel off before drying myself. Then we both silently get dressed, like neither of us wants to say something to take away from the perfection that was tonight. I walk her to the door of the locker room, wishing I could walk her to her actual door instead, but knowing it’d be too risky. As fun as it is to sneak around, it fucking blows sometimes.

“You wanna go first?” I mumble, slipping an arm around her waist and tucking her into my side.

She looks up at me, nodding, gently dragging her bottom lip between her teeth. “Sure. Goodni…”

I cut her off by stealing another kiss, getting one last taste of her before she walks out the door. I cup her cheek as I pull back, swiping my thumb over her lips and staring into those big hazel eyes.

“You’re incredible, you know that? I’m so fucking in awe of you, Quinn.”

She blinks at me for a moment, her expression unreadable- and then her lips curve into a smile. Quinn shoves at my chest, wriggling away from me. “Don’t get all serious on me, Jaxon. A ‘thanks for the mind-blowing sex’ will suffice.”

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “Sure. Thanks for the mind-blowing sex, then.”

She tosses me a wink, pointing a finger-gun at me. “Right back at ya, stud. Night.”

With that, she flips the lock and pulls the door open a crack, peering out. She must confirm the coast is clear because she ducks into the hallway, the door swinging closed behind her. She’s gone in the night, and I’m left behind to wait to make my own exit.

Because that’s the game we’re playing now- staggering our entrances and departures, locking doors and looking over our shoulders.

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