"Beck, please." She forced her hips higher into the air, chasing my mouth, and I put her out of her misery as I sucked on her clit with a force that I knew she couldn’t stop.
She tugged on my hair to the point of pain, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t stop until she screamed my name again as she put so much pressure on my head that I knew I wouldn’t be able to move until she allowed it.
She rode out her orgasm against my face, and I lightened the touch of my tongue and my fingers as the movements of her hips lessened.
Her fingers slipped from my hair and fell back to her sides, and when I lifted my head from between her legs, she had the smallest smile lighting up her face.
But I wasn’t finished with her, far from it.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her almost lax body back into my lap. She blinked at me as I settled her against me, and I licked the seam of her lips. She instantly opened for me, and I took advantage of that fact.
I ravaged her mouth just as I did her pussy.
I didn’t leave one bit of her lips untouched. I sucked them into my mouth, I caressed her tongue slowly with mine, and I knew that she could taste
herself on my mouth. I wondered if it tasted as good to her as it did to me. I wondered if she could tell how much I loved it. The mix of her pussy and her mouth on my tongue.
"I need to fuck you." I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth, and she whimpered. "It’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about."
She didn’t reply. There was no declaration of her feelings or lack thereof, but I didn’t need them. Not now. I just needed to know that she was right here with me. I needed to know that she was here, and she wanted this as badly as I did.
She ground down against me, and I was so fucking hard that I thought I might come just from that movement alone.
I lifted her hips up until the tip of my cock lined up with her, then I let her fall back onto my lap as I sank into her inch by inch. She was almost still fully dressed while I was completely bare, and there was something about seeing her like that that took every bit of composure I had left.
I buried one hand into her left thigh while my right one wrapped around her back. She began riding me without any encouragement on my part, her tiptoes barely touching the ground, and I slammed up into her every time our hips were close to meeting.
We found a rhythm that had my heart racing and my balls feeling tight. I hadn't felt like I was going to come so quickly since I was fifteen years old, but there was something about Josie that fucked with my head.
Everything about her felt like too much. She was too sweet, too pure, too fucking good for the shitstorm I brought with me.
I knew that, but I couldn’t give her up.
I pressed my hand to her breastbone and let her fall back as I held her.
She was still arched into me, but I had a perfect view of where the two of us met. Her tiny skirt was around her hips, and her chestnut hair was falling over her shoulders.
Her eyes were pinched closed as she faced the ceiling, and all I could think about while staring down at her was what would have happened if I hadn’t fucked everything up.
"Ride me, Josie," I commanded her, and her eyes snapped open and met mine.
I let her shoulders hit the bench, and she reached up and grabbed ahold of the wooden bench above her head. She used her hands as leverage as she began to move against me. Her body rolled down the bench and ended with
her hips against me.
It felt so damn good, too good.
"This doesn’t mean anything." She was so breathless as she rode me, but her eyes still blazed with fire.
"It fucking does." I slammed up into her to drive my point home, and she threw her head back and moaned. "It means more than you’re ready to hear."
There was a loud creaking that rang out through the locker room, and I knew that someone had just come inside. Josie froze against me, but there was no damn chance we were stopping.
Someone would have to be dying to get me out of her, and even then, it would take a lot for me to pull myself away.
"Beck," she whispered my name and tried to push away from me, but I just held her closer to me. My locker was around the corner from the door, and I knew that no one could see us unless they were headed this way, but I still stood with Josie in my arms and headed for the very back wall.
Unless someone was looking for me, they wouldn’t find us here. They could hear us, her whimpers and my deep moans, but we would just have to be quiet.
"Beck. We can’t," she whispered in my ear as her back hit the wall, but I didn’t stop. I slammed into her and tightened my hand on her thighs.
She let her head fall back against the wall, and she bit down on her lip as she stared down at me. She was worried about who was here, but she had as little interest in stopping as I did.
If I wasn’t going crazy with the feel of her around me, I would say that the thrill of getting caught only turned her on more. Her pussy spasmed around me as I rolled my hips and her hands tightened on my shoulders.
I moved a hand between us and rolled my thumb over her clit. She cried out, and I slammed my mouth down on top of hers to swallow her cries.
"Shhhh," I whispered against her lips just before she buried her face into my neck.
She bit down on my shoulder as I picked up speed, and I knew that wouldn’t last much longer.
I pounded into her over and over as my thumb moved against her clit and her breathing rushed out against my neck. Her body was so tight in my arms, and I knew that she was feeling everything as much as I was. Every part of us was overwhelming.
"Just let go," I whispered in her ear before laying a gentle kiss on her
earlobe and a harsh flick of my thumb on her clit. She bit down on my shoulder as she cried out, and I followed her over the edge, my cum spilling inside of her.
It was at that moment when it hit me that I hadn’t worn a condom. I had been too wrapped up in touching her, in feeling her again, that I hadn’t even thought.
I saw it in her eyes the moment she realized it too.
She pushed against my shoulders, forcing me to step back and away from her. I dropped her back onto her feet and quickly grabbed a towel from a small rack.
"Josie." I reached back out for her, but she was already storming past me.
"Don’t touch me." She jerked away from my hand and headed straight for my locker. She grabbed her backpack off the ground before rushing to close her jacket around her breasts.
She didn’t give me another moment to say anything or try to figure out what the hell to do.
She looked over at me with a look that told me she was completely honest earlier when she said she hated me, and that feeling was even stronger now.
We had just fucked and nothing else. Whether she felt anything else between us was irrelevant.
She stormed around the corner, so eager to get away from me that she didn’t care who was there.
"Lucas," she said his name as a curse passed my lips.
Her back was ramrod straight, and I rushed to my locker and threw on a pair of gym shorts.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Lucas’s voice boomed through the empty locker room, and any amount of peace I had just gained from touching her slipped through my fingers.
My pulse thundered through me as I left my locker open and made my way to her.
"I was looking for you." Her voice shook, but there was still so much anger hiding there.
"Who are you with?"
"It doesn’t matter." She didn’t say my name, and I knew that she didn’t want him to know it was me. Pain sliced through my chest, but I couldn’t blame her.