Page 81 of Devious Obsession
“What was your plan?” Sue me, I’m curious. But my voice comes out a bit shaky, because he’s still dragging his cock between my legs and teasing me into shambles. I hook my legs harder around his hips, locking my ankles and trying to force him closer.
“I was going to…” He leans in and kisses my neck.
I automatically tip my head to the side and give him more access.
His teeth score my throat, and I jump.
“I wasgoingto chase you all around the stadium. In the dark. With a mask. And force you out onto the ice where I could fuck you right out in the open.”
Goosebumps rise on my skin that has nothing to do with the cooling water droplets.
“A mask?”
He leans back and nods, the corner of his lip curling. “You just got wetter, sweetheart.”
Fuck.
I look away, but he pinches my jaw and drags my face back to his. With one hand on my thigh keeping me steady, and his hips pinning me to the wall, he notches at my entrance and slides in without a word.
We both let out little huffs at the contact. I force myself to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss the lust in his. His cock stretches me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. Not an orgasm—but damn it, I could stay like this for a while.
“Why on the ice?”
“To erase my memory of you standing out there with that fucking twat Knight player.”
He pulls out almost all the way and slams back into me. He does it again, slower, and my lips part. He’s going slow and hard, setting a pace that my mind can’t latch on to. I want him to move faster, but each time he pummels me, I see stars.
“Is this what you imagined when you wandered into the boys’ locker room?” He releases my jaw and slips his hand between our bodies. His fingers find my clit. “Getting fucked in the shower?”
“I—” I lose the ability to talk, because my orgasm rolls over me like a tidal wave.
He keeps rubbing my clit, thrusting into me like he’s got nowhere to be.
“Fuck, Steele,” I groan. My head falls forward, my forehead touching his shoulder.
He holds me tighter, his grip on my thigh bruising.
“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear. “Come on my cock like the little slut you are. And after I use you some more, you’re going to come again. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Shit.
That does something to me.
He retracts his hand from my clit and pulls out of me entirely, setting my feet on the floor. My knees are still wobbly, but he guides me out of the shower. He points to the bench between the lockers. The one all the guys probably sit on to put on their equipment or whatever.
“Sit,” he orders.
I do, facing him. Ignoring the water still dripping off both of our bodies, pooling under us. He steps up between my legs and reaches down, palming my breasts. He pinches my nipples, pulling them until they stiffen even more between his fingers. They were already little rocks from the cold, but it seems like they react even more to his touch.
I arch my back into his grasp.
“I love your tits,” he groans. “But right now…” He releases them and fists my wet hair. “Open.”
My attention drops to directly in front of me. His cock, which he stroked in the shower, then plowed into me, stands at attention. The head is redder, clear liquid oozing out of his slit. I meet Steele’s gaze and shake my head.
“Make me,” I say.
He smirks. “Thought you’d say that.”
