Page 37 of Final Score

“Clothes off.” I order. Pulling at the back of his t-shirt pulling it over Jenner’s head.

He follows, stripping me of his jersey and my bra. The cool metal of the locker nips at the skin on my back, as Jenner places small kisses across my chest. My eyes roll backwards as he pulls a nipple between his teeth, his hand squeezing my other breast roughly.

My breathing is erratic, my body aching for his touch already dripping with need. I had gone too long without it.

Jenner pulls back, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. “Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” He asks carrying me away from the lockers and into an open shower.

“Shower sex, how cliché?” I laugh as Jenner sets me on my feet, making quick work of removing my jeans.

He kisses across my stomach, my body flinching, as the tiniest bit of stubble on his chin, tickles my skin as he removed my underwear. Standing Jenner moves to unbutton his jeans, as my hands stop his movements.

“Let me.” Removing his hands, I pull the zipper of his jeans down slowly. Trailing light kisses down his chest, I focus on his hips. My tounge reaching out to lick the v, carved into his skin. Jenner’s breath hitches. Pulling his jeans and underwear off at the same time, I kneel and am I’m face to face with his already rock-solid penis.

I look up. As Jenner watches me with darkened eyes, I lick the drip of pre-cum from the tip. Flattening my tounge I run it across the engorged head of his cock, over and over, before sucking it into my mouth.

Both hands grip his impressive length moving in time with my mouth, as I hollow my cheeks, sucking eagerly.

“Fuck, Katherine.” Jenner moans watching me take his cock in my mouth inch by inch. When he hits the back of my throat, Jenner grips the back of my head holding me in place. Thrusting his hips, Jenner fucks my open mouth. The sounds he makes urging me to take him deeper and suck harder. There’s something empowering about giving a man this kind of pleasure. My pussy drips, wetness pooling against my thighs as Jenner pulls his cock from my mouth.

Reaching behind us, Jenner turns the shower on. Warm water cascading down around us. Jenner positions the shower head so it’s hitting directly across a bench built into the shower. Jenner sit on the bench, turning me so my back is facing his front. He gently pulls me into his lap, bending my knees so I’m straddling him in reverse.

From this angle, the water hits my body warming it, while also providing an extra source of stimulation. I shift in Jenner’s lap ever so slightly as the water hits my clit with the perfect pressure. Moaning I lean my head back against Jenner’s shoulder as his hands kneed the inside of my thighs.

Jenner waits, letting the water pulse against my pussy a few extra moments, his dick resting against my back.

“Is this cliché?” He asks, inserting two fingers inside me, my body tightening around them holding them in place.

I shake my head unable to form words, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my body, as he moves his fingers in a slow rhythm.

“Use your words Kat.” He commands.

“No, it’s not cliché. I was wrong.” I answer breathlessly, rocking my hips against his fingers, begging him to increase his pace.

He obliges kissing my neck, as my back arches. The combination of the water against my clit, and his fingers is too much. I cum, as he holds me tightly against him, controlling my movements as spasms roll thorough my body.

He lifts me easily off his lap, my body weak as we stand. He places my hands against the cool tile wall, spreading my legs wide and pulling my hips backwards so I’m bend at the waist.

He lines his cock at my entrance, water flowing between our bodies. I moan loudly as he slams into me from behind. Jenner groans his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts quickly.

“You feel so good.” I answer breathlessly, as he fills me to the max his hips pressing hard against my ass.

“Shh.” Jenner answers, pausing, a hand covering my mouth gently.

My heart races, eyes widening as I hear what caused him to stop. The distinct sound of a locker door opening. We weren’t alone.

“As much as I want to make my teammates jealous at how much you love my cock. I need you to be a good girl and stay quiet until we’re finished.” Jenner whispers in my ear.

Wait what? He wasn’t going to stop knowing that someone else was on the other side of the locker room wall? My worries are short lived as Jenner thrusts hard and fast, working quickly to get us both off.

Jenner’s breath is harsh against my neck, as my hands claw the shower wall, meeting him thrust for thrust. My body tightens, as an orgasm rips through me. His hand muffling the moan I can’t control. Jenner thrust hard three more times, his body tense, as he quickly pulls out, his cum spilling across my back. Breathless, I turn letting the warm water wash it away.

I have no idea how we are going to get out of here. From what I can tell whoever was in the locker room hadn’t left yet. Not that it would matter. The trail of clothes we had left in the middle of the room would be a clear indication of what was going on inside the shower.

Reading my mind, Jenner turns off the shower, handing me a towel, before grabbing one of his own as a voice calls out from close by. A very distinct British accent.

“Well, it looks like you lovebirds did a lot more than kiss and makeup.” Oliver throws the rest of our clothes over the shower door. Thank goodness he couldn’t see anything inside. “Not that I don’t approve of sex in public places but hurry up will you. We have a party to get to.”

That’s all it takes for me to erupt into a fit of giggles. Jenner rolls his eyes as he dries off getting dressed. “Yeah, we’ll be right out.”