Page 62 of The C*ck Down the Block

He ripped the top one open with his teeth, pulled it out and slid it down over his cock.

“Any other time, I’d yell at you for using your teeth, because you could rip the condom, but what the hell.”

Chris grinned and pressed me back up against the lockers, and this time when he came in for a kiss, I didn’t stop him. I pulled him to me and wrapped one arm around his neck and pushed the other into his hair. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up again, and when I wrapped my legs around his waist again, we both moaned at the delicious contact.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.” He was getting that bossy tone that gave me the swoonies. “You want only me to be the only man who ever fucks you.”

I nodded but he grabbed my chin and ran his thumb across my bottom lip, staring at it. “Tell me, Trixie. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want only you.”

He dropped his forehead to mine, and I could feel him trembling against me as he took a full breath. “I don’t know how gentle I can be right now. Tell me you’re ready for me.”

I reached between us and pushed my fingers into my wet folds. “I’ve been turned on for a week, and a little phone sex hasn’t cut it. I’m more than ready for you. There was more than condoms in that bag a few minutes ago. I didn’t have to pee before we left, I was so wet after the way you held me when we danced, I went to the bathroom to change my panties.”

I dragged my fingers back up and pressed them against his lips, painting them with my body’s desire for him. His sparkling eyes went so dark they were almost black, and he sucked my fingers into his mouth. Then he reached between us and notched the head of his cock at my entrance.

He pushed his hips forward, slower than I wanted, but at just the right pace my body needed. “Fu-uck. You’re so tight, Trixie. God, I’m not going to last long, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

He kissed me hard, devouring my lips and tongue as he sunk in deeper, until he was buried so deep inside of me, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. “Hold on, chickadee. Because I’m going to fuck you fast and hard until you want to scream my name.”

We both know I couldn’t, because while we might have some privacy right now, anyone could come into the locker room and catch us. And me screaming his name would definitely bring people running.

He withdrew and then he slammed his hips forward, sinking into me again, banging me up against the locker. I ran my hands all over him as he rolled his hips into mine with hard thrusts that made me moan a little louder each time.

“We’re gonna get caught, babe.” He covered my mouth to muffle my noises, and that in and of itself was so unreasonably hot. The thought of getting caught had me all aflutter. New kink unlocked.

Until we heard actual voices out in the hall. I froze, but my newfound kink thought this was the best thing that could have ever happened, and the walls of my pussy clenched and pulsed on the edge of orgasm.

Chris waggled his eyebrows at me and his hand stayed over my mouth while he thrust faster. He didn’t relent for a second, there was no way we weren’t going be discovered at any moment. Not with the rhythmic banging of my ass against the lockers. “You like this don’t you, my naughty girl?”

I shook my head, but my body betrayed me, because it was all too much. I was going to come, and I didn’t think I could keep it quiet. Chris lowered his face to the crook of my neck and scraped his teeth across my skin. Then he closed his lips around me and bit me, not hard enough to really hurt, but so that I could feel every beat of my heart right there, in time to the rhythm of every one of his thrusts.

“Fuck, Trix, your pussy is gripping me so god-damn tight.” He withdrew, and then he slammed his hips forward, sinking into me again, making the locker clang so loud it sounded like someone punched it. “Are you going to come for me? Are you gonna be my good fucking girl and come for me right now?”

The voices drew closer and all I could do was whimper against his hand over my mouth. One final thrust threw me into an orgasm so strong that every muscle in my body clenched and then spasmed. Chris groaned or growled or both, and his body shuddered as he came buried so deep in me.

It was perfect, for the first time in my life, the love of a man was perfect.

We were both breathing hard, and Chris chuffed out a laugh before raising his face up to mine. “Remind me to take advantage of your little exhibitionist streak again.”

“Mine?” I laughed and pulled a you’re-crazy face. “You’re the one who was trying to get us caught. Could you bang me against the lockers any louder?”

“Yes. And I’m gonna do it again in every locker room I can. And I’m in a lot of locker rooms. Wanna come on the road with me this fall?” He lowered me gently back onto solid ground, but my knees were way wobbly. And they only got wobblier when he pinned me with his body and kissed the bejesus out of me.

I could do this all night. But I’d rather go home than get caught. Too bad the locker room door didn’t lock. We’d have to come up with excuses for what anyone might have heard if they came upon this very compromising situation.

Knowing my luck, Rachel would walk in on us. Actually, it was too bad she hadn’t. I wasn’t ashamed that I’d had sex with my boyfriend. I was in love with him. That’s what people in love did.

Oh. I was in love with him.

I was.

In love.

With Chris.

He dragged the skirt of my dress down and turned to take care of the condom. I grabbed his arm and spun him around. “I love you, Chris Kingman. I’m in love with you.”

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