Page 57 of Never Say Never

“Shut up, Tuck, and fuck me before someone sees us. That is what you want, isn’t it?”

I chuckle at my little rebel, grinning against her neck, pushing inside her even deeper this time with two fingers. She whimpers in response, so I keep going, in and out, fucking her with my fingers.

She rides my hand, her body responding with the most perfect sounds.

“Goddamn, you look so pretty when you’re needy and desperate for it.” I keep her back pinned to the locker. “I know what will feel even better. I’ll give you my tongue before I give you my cock,” I say, dropping to my knees, my one hand shuttling my length, the other hoisting her leg up over my shoulder. Then I eat her like I’m a starved man, until she’s shaking, unable to stand. When I apply pressure to the bundle of nerves where she needs me, she cries out my name, looking forthe relief that I know she needs. I feel her core spasm around my tongue, and I feel a shock of electricity shoot straight to my dick.

“That’s my fucking rebel,” I praise her. “Such a good girl for my cock.”

Then I’m sucking my fingers into my mouth, sucking herself off me. I lick them clean before immediately standing, hauling her sated body up into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her heels behind my back, as I pin her against the cold, hard metal of the locker. “Brace yourself, Dais. This is going to be rough.”

Her hands grip my neck, her eyes pinned to mine, as I grab her ass in two handfuls, flexing my hips and sinking home. I fill her to the hilt. I’m balls deep. I rock my hips in and out in a punishing rhythm.

“Do you know how good you feel, Daisy?” I ask, wishing I had removed her T-shirt so I could suck on her perfect tits. “God, Dais, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

Daisy lets out a moan, gripping my neck, as I fuck her hard and relentlessly. And when she falls apart in my arms, finding her second release, her entire body shudders, tightening around my cock.

I keep rocking my hips into her, until my balls tighten with the need to release. My cock pulses inside her warmth as I bury myself as deep as I can, her name falling from my lips. “You’re such a good girl for me. The best.”

Sparks burst behind my eyelids. I’m a live wire splintering apart. I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life, pouring myself into her, never wanting it to end. I continue to slowly pump into her heat until my cock is too sensitive, and I’m forced to pull out. When I do, my release leaks down her thigh and the caveman inside my brain wants to push it all back in with my fingers.

But then I remember where we are.

I help clean her up with a towel and then we both get dressed. Every bit of me feeling the urge to pull her into my chest, kiss her mouth, stroke her hair, but I don’t. It doesn’t mean my chest doesn’t ache from wanting to.

TWENTY-ONE

LET ME WORSHIP WHAT’S MINE

Tucker

Less than 30 minutes later, Daisy and I are walking through the doors of Catch 21.

I have prepared myself for the icy greeting I expect to get from my father and an awkward night with my parents and their social circle. I covertly sneak a glance at Daisy to get a read on how she’s doing after what just happened in the locker room. I could tell her wheels were turning the entire car ride here. Hell, my mind was spinning too. Getting dressed immediately and pretending like the hottest sex of my life meant nothing to me felt all wrong. And I worry how she’s feeling about all of it. As soon as we get through dinner tonight, I plan on checking in with her.

Daisy’s dad is the first to notice us arrive, walking toward us and clapping me on the shoulder.

“The man of the hour is here! Coach Collins! What a game, son. Man, you made us all proud tonight.”

The rest of room cheers and claps, and soon I’m surrounded by a small crowd of people wanting to congratulate me.

My Aunt Victoria slips a glass of champagne in my hand. “How does it feel to be a conference champion? You’re a legend!”

“I don’t know about legend, Aunt Vic, but it feels good.”

“Oh sweetheart, don’t be modest. You’re amazing.” My mom smiles brightly, wrapping her arms around me. “Come say hi to your dad, honey. He is so proud of you.”

I narrow my eyes at Daisy, and she tilts her head with a shrug. In what fucking universe would my dad ever be proud of me? Not this one, but to keep my mom happy, I follow her through the crowd of people who are mingling with drinks in their hands.

“Bill, that’s exactly what I was just saying—”

My dad is cut off mid-sentence when my mom stops beside him. “Sweetheart, Tucker is here.”

I see his expression change when he notices me. His back stiffens and his grin falters, but he reaches his hand in my direction and cautiously I receive it.

“Great game, son. Congratulations on your win.”

“Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it.”

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