Page 42 of Filthy Ruck

“You really came around my cock?” He still looked disbelieving.

“All three of those orgasms were real,” I said. “And very much appreciated, thank you.”

“What about Storm and Frost?” He glanced toward the door, as if he suddenly remembered where we were.

“They gave me orgasms too,” I said. “Well, Storm did, the other morning, but Frost got me started the night before. So that counts. If you're wondering if I liked being with them too, I did. Believe it or not, I can have sex without being paid.”

The bulge in his pants visibly increased, straining the seams. “You're really not working there any more?”

“Unless working here falls through, then no,” I said. “I'm not working there anymore.”

“No more taking your clothes off for strangers?” he asked.

I cocked my head and smiled. “I wouldn't rule that out, but not in that environment. Not in this one either, before you make any suggestions. I don't think the team would look very favourably upon me for stripping in here when I'm supposed to be doing physicals.”

“There's no one here but us,” he pointed out. He pushed himself off the wall and stepped towards me. “No one would know.”

“We have a limited amount of time for your physical,” I said. “Someone will walk in sooner or later. One of your teammates, or maybe one of the coaches.”

“Then we better hurry.” He took my hand and pulled me into the treatment room. With a firm click, he closed the door behind us.

“We can't do this here,” I protested, but an edge of excitement started to creep through me.

“Yes, we can.” He grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them to the wall above my head. “You're not being paid for this. Prove to me you wanted me.”

“Dallas—” I started.

“Shhh, prove you weren't lying. Prove you weren't faking it.” He tugged down the front of my blouse and the cup of my bra and leaned down to fasten his lips around my nipple.

“We really shouldn't,” I protested one more time. But then my hands were working the front of his pants, pulling them down so I could wrap my hands around his cock.

“Yes, we should,” he whispered. “I need you, Chelsea. I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to come inside you.”

He let go of my wrists, turned me around and bent me over the treatment table. He pushed up my skirt, and pushed down my panties. They slipped down my legs and onto the floor before I kicked them off.

I barely had time to take another breath before he was parting my legs and notching his cock at my entrance.

“I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to,” he said with a groan. He pushed all the way into me, his bare cock sliding to the hilt. “You make me lose control. All I want to do is be inside you. Fucking you is all I can think about.” He sounded like an addict, desperate to fulfil his need.

He pounded into me quickly, frantically, like the first time we fucked the night before. Like if he didn't thrust as hard as he could, he might lose his mind.

I reached down to rub my clit while he rammed into me, grunting like a wild animal.

“I'm going to come,” he panted. “I'm going to come inside you.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes please.” I rubbed harder, close as well. “Come with me.”

He moaned and came at the same time I did, muscles contracting, bodies slick against each other.

I felt the warmth of his cum spill inside me as I was enveloped in a universe of bliss.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Your pussy is fucking everything. Fucking mine.”

We both sagged over the table, puffing and panting.

“We really should do this physical,” I said when I finally caught my breath.

“I think we just did,” he said.

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