“And you?”
“I support it,” he reminds me as if his actions this whole conversation haven’t proven the truth. “You’re most beautiful when you’re in the element of femininity, Andrews. I’ll never steal that away from you, and I’ll make sure anyone else who’s worthy of your love is reminded of that.”
To think, I may have finally found someone I can wholeheartedly love.
STRESS, ANXIETY, AND UNCERTAINTY
~MACKENZIE~
“Ar-Armani… wait… ah! Someone… can…”
Fucking Armani at 7 a.m. in the female locker room was not on today’s agenda, but here we are.
We’re not even at the fucking part.
I’m in a neon pink workout set, my sports bra somewhere in the shower corner because Armani could not stand me wearing it while taunting his grumpy morning ass all morning.
My shorts are hugging my lower thighs and are only adding resistance while I attempt to keep my stance. With my legs still trembling and the tiled floor beneath our bare feet wet from the shower, it’s taking me everything not to slip, thanks to Armani’s hips pounding me from behind.
His cock is gliding along my dripping cunt, those very barbells of his pierced shaft only further enticing my pleasure centers as I feel my orgasm getting closer to the edge.
Compared to my drenched body, Armani’s soaked in sweat as he keeps his pace that’s driving me wild, his grunts growing louder as his panting breaths increase.
“I could care two shits if someone comes in here, Andrews,” he breathes heavily as he keeps it up. Every thrust makes my pussy ache with need, especially knowing he’s only a thrust away from having his pierced hardness deep inside me.
“You… if… you’re… going to taunt… me, then fuck me already,” I hiss in annoyance, but all that does is make him laugh like a sinister villain.
The hand that’s not pressed against my abs is around my neck, forcing my head up and back so I’m vulnerable to his pulverizing lips that consume me the next second.
“You’re not ordering me around this fine morning, Andrews,” he grunts against my lips while maintaining his pace. “I put up with you running in these shorts that make your ass all thick like a carved goddess, then think it was a good idea to come here, to the stadium gym, attracting every Pincer who caught eye of your sexy self walking into this very locker room.”
“Y-You said… you like my femininity.”
“Oh, trust me, I do, baby, but not when I’ve yet to tell the world you’re fucking mine.”
“You… fuck!” I have to curse quietly, but this man is driving me insane. Just the fact we’re doing something so indecent in a locker room where any other female staff can waltz in and catch us red-handed.
Catch me pressed against the pale-yellow tiles with Oscar Armani’s towering body covering my half-naked frame.
“Doing this isn’t going to make them know I’m yours!” I hiss as quietly as I can.
This goalie dares to laugh. Not an ordinary sound of glee. It’s low and territorial, enough to make my stomach flutter, twist, and my core quiver at how close I am to release.
“Trust me, they’ll know,” he whispers against my ear, and I flinch at the biting suck that follows on that sensitive spot at the nape of my neck.
He presses his hand against my stomach, while ramming his pace even faster, leaving the two of us breathless and moaning uncontrollably.
We’re close.
I can feel he’s about to tip over the edge of ecstasy as I am, leaving us no choice but to ride this until the very end.
“I swear, Armani, if someone catches us—”
He silences me with a tongue-twisting, breath-stealing kiss as he uses his weight to press me against the wall in front of me. He shifts the way his cock glides along my pussy folds, but whatever he does makes the head of his cock tip into me.
He only does it three times before my scream is lost as his mouth seals my lips at the perfect moment.
Pleasure explodes through me like an erupting volcano, starting from the depths of my core and shooting throughout my body until my knees buckle entirely. I think that’s the reason why Armani’s been holding my stomach all this while, his reflexes kicking in as he holds my entire weight.