Page 75 of Scrum Heat

“God, Theo, I can’t,” she whimpers. “I needmore.”

“Tell me,” I hiss in encouragement, gripping her tighter. “Tell me what you need, Frankie.”

“You already know what I need,” she says through gritted teeth, her eyes squeezed tightly to a close, her head falling back as she pants in frustration. “Stop being adick.”

“Dick,you say?” I grin, swatting my palm against her ass. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

I stand in one smooth move, lifting her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist again as I walk us across the locker room, her pert ass held firmly in my hands, and press her back to the tiled wall near the showers.

"Take this off,” I tell her, tugging on the hem of her top.

She obeys. Arms up, shirt gone, tits bared. My mouth is on them in a second—licking, biting, sucking her nipple until she gasps. She arches against me, grinding down against the shape of me, andfuck, I’m done teasing.

I drop to my knees.

She stutters, dark eyes wide as she blinks down at me on my knees before her. “Theo, what are you—”

I ignore her, focused entirely on getting exactly what I want, what Ineed, which is my mouth on her. I throw one of her legs over my shoulder and bury my face in her cunt before she can finish her sentence.

And shescreams.

Her hand shoots out, trying—and failing—to grab onto the wall for balance. I groan in sheer pleasure as my tongue drags over the length of her pink slit, reveling in tasting and scenting every last inch of her.

She’ssoaked, her slick coating my mouth, dripping onto my chin—

And I eat her like it’s my goddamn birthright.

I press a thumb to her clit and suck herhard, groaning against her pussy when her thighs shake against my head.

“Fuck, Theo—”

“You taste fuckingdivine,” I growl into her, swirling my tongue right over her clit before kissing it sweetly. Her hips buck as I suck it into my mouth again, and I can’t help but grin at her squeals. “You want more, baby?”

“Please,” she gasps. “God, yes—please.”

I don’t make her wait.

I slide two fingers into her—slow, firm, angled just right—and curl them until she cries out.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Let me hear you.”

She clenches hard around my fingers, her hips jerking against my face without rhythm, completely lost in it all. I’m in my absolute element as I tongue her clit, steady and filthy until she’s panting again, begging me now.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”

She comes.

It’s hard. Wet.Loud.

Her whole body writhes against the tile wall, but I don’t stop until she’s shaking, don’t pull my face from between her perfect thighs until she’s shoving at my shoulder because she’s too sensitive and too full and too fucking done.

I begrudgingly accept that it’s time for me to part from her, and I place one last kiss to her cunt before I rise, licking my fingers and my mouth clean, watching her blink at me with glassy eyes and legs that don’t quite work.

I press her back against the wall, grab her face, and kiss her—deep, possessive, claiming every noise she tries to make. She moans against my tongue, tasting herself against it, weak but still sowanting.

I pull back a touch, my eyes scanning her face, drinking her in. She’s fucking gorgeous like this, and I need her. More than anything.

“Nowyouget on your knees.”

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