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"We could get caught," she points out. She’s right, technically the football locker room’s available to players 24/7.
"That's the whole point."
We stare at each other for a moment. I'm waiting to see what she's made of. Will she back out? I hold her against me, her petite figure is light, but I'm dying to penetrate her. In this position, my erection is nestled between her buttocks, and I won't last long before entering her. The need is powerful, primal, brutal.
My hands position themselves on her ass, squeezing hard and drawing a moan from her. "Changed your mind, Dixie?"
I've never forced a woman to sleep with me—they were all willing, better than that: they came back for more. But with Dixie, the roles are reversed. I'm the one pursuing her.
She looks at me for a moment as the water runs over us and I clench my teeth to control the desire pulsing through my hard cock.
"Fuck me, Player," she finally articulates.
I think those are the most arousing words she's spoken since I've known her, and I don't need to be told twice. Immediately, I claim her mouth and with one hand, I position myself at the entrance of her sex. With a single, deep thrust, I penetrate her completely, both of us moaning.
Our two bodies fit together perfectly. She's tight around me and when I move my hips to slide in and out of her, the sensation is just incredible.
A sense of urgency suddenly takes hold of us. Dixie undulates on me in a way I can't quite comprehend. Her hands press against my shoulders and I hold her hips to bury myself deeper inside her.
When she throws her head back, releasing a cry of pleasure, I take the opportunity to capture a breast between my lips. Her hardened nipple is sensitive, and the bite of my teeth onher flesh draws out more moans that bring me to the edge. It would take so little for us to fall over together.
I stop thinking, guided only by my partner's reactions, I let myself go. My thrusts become more violent, always deeper.
"Player..."
My name on her lips finally propels me elsewhere. I take her as if I've never possessed anyone else before her, and as if there would never be anyone else after. The only thing that matters is here and now, in this locker room, under this shower, with Dixie.
"What's up with you?"Emery asks me during practice.
I give him a sidelong glance without answering. Standing up, we both clap, and bend back down to stretch our hamstrings, this time to our left.
"You almost look..." My friend stops and seems to search for words before finishing his sentence, "...happy." He frowns, and I hold back a burst of laughter. "Seriously, Player, you're freaking me out. What's going on?"
I shake my head and touch my left cleat, holding it while up front Chauncey calls off the count to ten before we switch again, this time to trunk rotations.
"The way you talk, you'd think I'm a monster."
"Well yeah, that's exactly what you are, buddy! A fucking Grinch who never loosens up. Always scowling and insulting people."
I look at him for a moment while waiting my turn to go through the course marked on the floor. "You're exaggerating, E-Dawg."
"Oh really! E-Dawg? " Emery asks in shock. "Seriously? Something's wrong with you!"
I ignore him and control my arms, swinging them around to loosen my trunk without pulling something. I don’t like doing ‘cold stretches’ but Coach Adams is old school that way. So it’s about stretching without getting yourself hurt in the process.
Emery does the same, and when he keeps looking at me like a fucking basset hound, I understand he won't let it go.
"Did you take a hit to the head during the game Saturday?" he insists.
"Not that I know of."
He stares at me with a skeptical look.
"I don't like where this is going," he comments finally.
I shrug my shoulders, and reach for the sky for the next stretch. "That's because there's nothing going on, actually."
"Don't take me for an idiot, please! I've been your buddy for so long I practically came out of your dad's balls!"
