He looked down at me a wet, ruined mess on my knees and something shifted in his eyes.
Something darker.
Something hungrier.
“Get up,” he ordered, voice thick, low, wrecked.
I stood, shaky and soaked, my legs barely steady. He grabbed my wrist, yanked me toward the back of the locker room, right into the showers. Tiles slick. Steam rising. Echoes bouncing off the walls.
He shoved me up against the cold wall, my breath catching as my bare back hit the freezing tile.
Then he leaned in.
His mouth crushed mine deep, sloppy, all tongue and teeth. His hands slid down my thighs, fingers digging into the backs of them as he lifted me up like I weighed nothing.
I gasped.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
And then
He was inside me.
One brutal, delicious thrust.
He buried h
