Page 82 of Flagrant Foul
Saying I haven’t been able to think of anything else would be the greatest understatement of all time.
Now I’m here, buck naked, in the Blackeyes shower room, ass trembling with anticipation as I wait. Other players have come and gone. Men have undressed, showered, and got dressed again. Backs have been slapped and shit has been spoken. Towels have been used and dropped on the floor. Bags have been packed and guys have gone home.
There’s no one left in the changing area. They’d be hard to miss, but to be on the safe side, I’ve checked twice. I’ve checked all the toilet cubicles for stragglers too, swinging the doors open and searching the space as though I believe adult men are prone to hiding in restrooms for fun.
There’s no one there either.
I’m alone.
All alone in a dark tiled space that’s heavy with the musk of my teammates. Man sweat and laughter stillricochet off the walls. Thick clouds of steam have risen to the ceiling, casting a misty glow around the overhead lights.
I look around again, feeling painfully obvious, and flick on the faucet. I put my toiletries on the shelf, hiding the lube behind my shampoo out of an excess of caution, then I stand aside and wait for the water to run hot. I’ve been in this room hundreds of times. Literally, hundreds of times, and I’ve never felt this naked before. Not even when Sev joined the team and I ran into him in here for the first time. He was naked, and the sight of him caused every thought I’d ever had to drop out of my head.
My heart pounds now like it did then.
I test the water with my hand. It’s perfect. Hot but not too hot. Hot enough that it isn’t a shock to the system, but not so hot that it’s unrefreshing.
An almighty clatter heralds Sev’s arrival. It’s loud enough that I hear it over the din of the water. A stick crashes into a locker door. Skates and a helmet are pulled off and tossed to the side.
I don’t need to look to know who it is.
I’d know that mess anywhere.
I soap myself quickly and keep my back turned to the shower entrance. My heart beats like I’m on the run. Like I’m a predator and prey rolled into one.
Sev hisses louder than the spray of the water when he sees me, and a warm feeling of relief washes over me. It’s new, but I’ve been noticing it more and more. When he’s around, I’m not anxious or angry. The planets align. Even though I’m rampant, horny, and easily as much of a mess as he is, when he and I are in the same place, everything is as it’s meant to be.
I hear him turn on the faucet behind me and turn enough that I have a clear view of him. He looks fucking unreal. His body glints with sweat. His arms and legs are muscular and lean.
His hair is still tied up, and I can’t have that.
“Let your hair down,” I tell him as he steps under his spout. There’s a tinge of desperation in my voice that I make no effort to remove.
He smiles like I’ve said something that makes him happy.
He scrubs himself roughly and rinses the suds off before doing as I asked.
“D’you want it?” he asks, holding the hair tie out to me the same way he did the first time we kissed.
“Yeah, I want it bad.”
He brings it to me and kisses my cheek as I slide it onto my wrist. Warmth from his body cranks up the temperature in the room. He runs his hands up anddown my arms. Then he does the same to my dick. It’s electric. Instantly hot. Instantly amplifying the arousal I’m already feeling, stepping it up to a level that’s unrecognizable to me.
He grabs the lube from its hiding spot and squirts a liberal amount on his hand, dabbing a little onto my opening before coating his fingers with the rest.
“We have to be quick,” he says. I nod and reach back, taking a cheek in each hand and gently prying them open for him. He hisses again and drops his lips to my shoulder, gnawing, not biting or kissing the flesh he finds there. “D’you know how many times I’ve thought about this? How many times I’ve dreamed of having you like this?”
“How many times?”
“Allthe time,” he says as he teases my entrance. Pleasure pools in my dick and mind-numbing sensation licks at my ring. “There hasn’t been a single time since I joined the Blackeyes that I’ve been in this room and haven’t thought about doing this to you. Not one. I used to jerk off at least twice before games and practices, sometimes three times, so I could shower near you and not get hard.”
He pushes two fingers into me at once. It’s a brutal, euphoric attack on my nervous system. Neurotransmitters are activated. Endorphins flood my system.
“We have to hurry, baby, so I’m going to need you to relax really hard, okay? Bear down for me so I can get inside you.”
A long, wanton sound leaks out of me.
“Shh, baby, we have to be quiet. Someone could hear us,” he whispers, as he fingers me some more. Two fingers quickly give way to three, and it would be hard to take if it weren’t for the fact that Sev is here and he’s talking me through it. “That’s it, Tee. You’re doing so well. Don’t tense, okay. Don’t fight it. Let me in.”
