Page 127 of Drop Shot
The ripping of foil meets my ears a moment later, the packet falling to land somewhere by my feet.
“This is going to be quick,” he warns, and doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s pushing his way inside me.
I cry out, wrapping my fingers around the bench to hold on.
He rests a hand on the center of my back, the other on my hip. He guides me back against him to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Oh my god.” I bite my lip. “That’s so good.”
“Your pussy was made for my cock. You take me so good, baby.”
I moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. “Fuck,” I moan. “Right there.”
“You’re close already?”
I whimper, nodding my head. “Yes.”
“You’re so fucking responsive, Whim. Fuck you’re so fucking beautiful.” He smooths a gentle hand over my ass cheek before bringing it down in a sharp slap.
I can’t control it—the orgasm shatters through me and I nearly collapse on the bench. I think I would if he wasn’t there to grab me. He pulls me up until I’m standing with his cock still buried deep inside me. His fingers wrap around my throat as he thrusts into me.
“Nothing is better than the way you come on my cock,” he murmurs, lips wet against my neck. “It’s a crime I haven’t been fucking you longer. We have so much lost time to make up for.”
I whimper, my nails digging into his thigh.
When I come again, he holds me through it, and when it’s over he pulls out of me and lifts me up. My back hits the lockers and I shiver from the cold metal. But any feeling of discomfort is quickly forgotten when he pushes back into me, and his mouth finds mine.
Kissing Elias is my new favorite pastime. He’s an expert at it. If I dwell on that fact too long, I might get jealous, but I’m certain we’re it for each other, so I can’t be too mad if I’m the one who gets to have him for the rest of our lives.
“Do you think you can come again?” he asks, lips brushing mine with each word.
“I don’t know.”
He must take that as some sort of challenge, because his fingers find my clit and he rubs the sensitive nub of nerves in the way I’ve shown him I like.
“Come on, baby,” he encourages. “I know you can do it.” I bite down on lip as my vision blurs around the edges. “You’re almost there. Don’t hold back.”
It doesn’t feel possible, but I come again, and he reaches his climax right behind me. He holds me tight as my body goes boneless.
When we’ve both managed to regain our breath, he sets me down and pulls my shorts up for me, tossing me my top. “Restroom is there,” he points.
While he dresses, I hurry to go pee—again surprised to find only one private toilet area with a urinal. Washing my hands, I come out of the bathroom to find him dressed and waiting.
“Why is this locker room so small?”
“Because it’s reserved for professionals.”
I blink at him, my mouth parting. “You mean … there was no chance of us getting caught was there?”
He pretends to think about it. “No, not really.”
“Elias.” I swat him lightly and he catches my hand, lacing our fingers together.
“Don’t be mad. You liked the thrill of it, didn’t you?”
He has me there. “Yes,” I admit.
“So, you got the thrill without the consequences.” He tugs me in for a kiss. “I can up the ante next time.”
