Malik’s arms were still around me, one hand splayed protectively across my lower back, the other cradling the nape of my neck. His c*m was leaking slowly out of me, and every tiny shift of my hips made me clench involuntarily around nothing, sending little aftershocks up my spine.
I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the sharp mix of his deodorant, fresh sweat, and s*x. My voice came out muffled. “We should… probably get out of here before someone comes back for their jockstrap or whatever.”
He laughed—low, rough, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. “Yeah. Wouldn’t want Coach walking in and seeing his star fly-half bent over the bench again.”
Heat crawled up my neck even though we were alone. “Shut up.”
He kissed the top of my head, then stepped back jus
