Page 73 of The Rivals' Touch

When she rolls her hips, I seek her throbbing clit with my tongue and grip her harder.

“Yes!” she breathes, trapping her plump bottom lip between her teeth, watching me lick her cunt in long strokes. “Remi!”

My name on her lips sounds divine. I want to hear it again, so I pull her closer to my hungry mouth. The more I lick and suck, the wetter she grows until all I can taste is her slick arousal on my tongue. I greedily lick up every drop, then push my tongue inside her tight heat.

She whimpers and places her hands on the stall wall for balance. “Oh, fuck, Remi!”

I smile and proceed to fuck her with my tongue until she’s putty in my hands. Looking at her through my wet lashes, I reach up and squeeze her left breast. I’ve found my new addiction. Legacy is a fucking drug.

She puts her hand on mine and makes me grab her harder. Her cheeks are flushed with desire, and arousal drips from her sex.

I replace my tongue with two fingers and latch onto her swollen clit. She’s so tight and wet. Her walls pulse and clamp down on me every time I grin against her sex and swipe my tongue over her clit.

“Don’t stop!” she begs, fisting a handful of my wet hair. It hurts. I fucking love it.

I palm her other breast, then insert a third finger and flick her clit fast and hard with my tongue until every muscle in her body stiffens and her eyes squeeze shut. The climax holds her in its clutches and wrenches through her body like a violent, destructive storm. She blinks her eyes open and watches me lick my lips, her chest heaving with labored breaths.

I rise to my feet and go to leave, but she’s on me before I get the chance, and we collide with the door. It rattles hard against my back, but she doesn’t care if anyone hears us.

Eager to taste herself on me, she plunges her tongue into my mouth. Her hands are everywhere, in my hair and on my tits, stroking and grabbing. I can’t breathe.

Our nipples brush as she slides her hand between my legs. The heel of her palm presses down on my clit. “Don’t go to him!” she whispers, rubbing me into oblivion.

The desire to touch her is overwhelming. I palm her breasts and moan. I love how they feel and look in my hands and how I can squeeze them a little too hard and watch the skin redden. I want to mark her.

Legacy puts her thigh between my legs and guides me over it, her hands on my hips. “That’s it, baby!” she whispers, drugging me with hard kisses that demand and steal. “Ride me! Take what you need.”

My head falls back against the wall as I grind my pussy on her bare thigh, chasing the horizon. I’m cresting. It feels so forbidden to let her touch me like this, knowing the other girls shower in the stalls next to us. If that’s not like a lit match to a field of dried grass on a hot summer’s day, I don’t know what is.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful!” she tells me, taking my nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue over the hardened tip. She slaps it and looks up at me. “Come for me, Remi!”

I fist her hair and bring her lips to mine. They hover a hair’s breadth away – plump and inviting, wet with shower water. The urge to taste them consumes me, and when I lean in, she pulls back, denying me.

The wave is fast approaching the shore.

“That’s it,” she purrs, snatching up my lip with her teeth and pinching my nipple. First my right, then my left. “Ride my thigh harder!”

The wave crashes over me.

Legacy steals my moans from my lips as warm cum seeps out of me onto her tanned leg. She grinds her thigh against my pussy, smearing the juices. Her slender hand is wrapped around my throat, and her tight grip is possessive. So is her smile against my tingling lips. “Remember who made you fall apart in the shower when he’s inside you tonight! He can’t make you feel as good as I can.”

I chuckle breathily before grabbing a handful of her hair and nipping her jaw with my teeth. “Go to hell, Legacy!” I walk out and ignore the curious glances of the girls in the changing room as I dry off and root through my bag for my clothes.

Legacy doesn’t say a word when she joins us, but her eyes burn my skin while I get dressed in my clean t-shirt and jeans.

“What are you and Bennett doing tonight?” Kiera asks, zipping up her bag.

I take my time answering as I braid my hair, then say, “We’re going to fuck!”

Their mouths hang open as I walk out.

“There you are!” Bennett beams and pushes off the wall opposite when I exit the locker room. My father is on a phone call. “I thought you were never coming out.”

I laugh awkwardly and motion for him to walk ahead. “You know me. I always take long showers.”

He gives me a look. We both know I take shorter showers than him.

“Where’s Zayd? I thought he was coming in the car with us?”

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