I barely made it through the locker room door before I heard it.
Wet footsteps. Fast. Heavy.
Coming straight for me.
I smirked. Didn’t even turn around.
“You just gonna follow me in here?” I teased, tossing my towel over the bench, my bikini still clinging to my soaked skin.
“I’m not asking anymore,” he growled.
Then his hands were on me.
He shoved me against the cold tile wall, mouth crashing into mine — wild, desperate, all teeth and heat. His c**k pressed hard against my ass, still throbbing from the torture I gave him in the pool.
“You think you can stroke me like that and walk away?” he snarled. “Nah, sweetheart. You're finishing this with your f*****g mouth.”
I gasped, and before I could answer, he dropped his swim shorts to his ankles. His c**k sprang free, hard and angry,
