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Kassie
The Gentleman Thing
Ryan pressed his hips to mine. The outline of his throbbing cock held all my attention. The only thing that confined it was fabric, and if he didn't take off his goddamn clothes, I thought I was going to lose it. No, I knew I was losing it.
Ryan kissed me again and again, pushing and grabbing me until he yanked off my shirt and my hands went to his belt. I wanted it off . I wanted him and no one else. I'd never wanted anyone more in my entire life, I'd never ached for anyone more in my entire life.
"Grab the bar," he grunted and whirled me around, grabbing my waist to yank me back to his chest.
Where the fuck are we?
I looked around, dazed, at the white tile of the showers. Somehow, he brought us from the lockers and I didn't even notice. But I couldn't focus on that now. The only thing I could focus on was the silver bar in front of me, clean and pristine.
His fingers went to my jeans the moment I grabbed the bar with both hands and he yanked them down, panting in my ear. Hearing the uptight team captain lose his composure like that was the sexiest sound in the world.
"Now I get to watch," he rasped.
With a start, I realized we were standing right in front of a mirror. Oh my god. That was me. Wild-eyed, gasping for breath, standing right in front of Ryan while he fumbled with his wallet. His cards scattered out on the ground next to us but I heard the clear sound of a condom wrapper getting torn.
Oh my god. We're doing this.
He shoved his pants down and his hard cock prodded the inside of my thighs. So fucking big . I jerked in front of him and his eyes met mine in the mirror before he wrapped a hand around my throat. He fastened me to him. I couldn't move an inch. The only thing I could do was stare, wide-eyed in the mirror as Ryan pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and his face cleared of any responsibility, any attempt at the calm and collected Ryan I knew.
He gazed at me through his mirror, a rough look in his eyes, before he pushed into me, an overwhelming force that left me reeling.
"Oh, god—" I cried out and his hand left my throat to clap against my mouth, cutting off the words.
We weren't in my dorm, we weren't in his dorm, we were in the fucking showers, connected to the locker room. The field was a three minute walk away with football players and everyone who worked for them, right outside.
"Quiet, art girl," he whispered in my ear. "We can't bring anyone else in."
I couldn't focus on anything but him in the mirror. Him, rocking against me, pushing his cock further in, the look of bliss on his face as he thrust into me. He was so big I could barely handle it but Ryan guided his cock inside of me, letting me adjust to his length. My hands shook on the bars.
I could come just from watching him .
He reached up with his other hand and licked two of his fingers for a moment. I stared at him, breathless, unable to do anything but whimper and moan before he placed his hand between my legs.
The sudden contact sent me reeling and I jerked back in his arms while he rubbed my clit in slow circles.
Me, shaking, didn't matter to Ryan. He effortlessly kept me locked against him and cursed under his breath over me, thrusting into me from the back. This was better than porn. Better than anything I'd experienced.
"Halfway there," he told me, looking into the mirror too.
Halfway?!
" What? " I panted but my word was muffled from his hand.
I couldn't believe it. There was no fucking way he was only halfway inside of me but with every inch he pressed forward, I almost toppled over the bar, held up only by him .
"Open your legs, pretty girl," he whispered in my ear and I leaned my head back against his chest.
"I—I—"
"Do you need help?"
That fucking voice, that self-satisifed, cocky voice would've driven me insane at the beginning of the semester but now it just drove me wild. Because he wasn't being arrogant for no reason. He deserved it.
I nodded, unable to do anything besides nod.
"Use your words, art girl."
Fuck, I'm going to come.
His hand was still around my mouth but I met his eyes in the mirror, nodding frantically.
"Please," I groaned into his hand. " Please , Ryan."
I could only do so much without falling down but Ryan easily took the reins. His hand left my pussy to wrap around my thigh. The second he positioned me, spreading my legs apart a little farther, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Deeper. Harder. Ryan pushed himself in and pleasure shot up my spine. Another inch eased in and I was incoherent.
" Goddamn . You're so fucking tight." He cursed under his breath. "If I didn't have a condom on, I would've came inside you already," he muttered, dipping down to tell me while he took up more of me . "Almost there, baby girl. Almost there."
I stole a shocked look at him in the mirror and jerked forward with the next thrust, hitting all of my pleasure sensors, one after another. I had no idea sex could be like this. I couldn't hold it in any longer. He tightened his grip on me, thrusting deeper.
"I'm almost inside." With a twisted groan, he kissed the side of my face. "You're doing so good, art girl. Look at you. Taking my cock."
I couldn't handle it. I couldn't be in control like he was. He went back to rubbing my clit and pounded me from behind, and all those little sentences wrapped themselves around me and squeezed tight, leaving me in a daze I couldn't step out of. He was taking hold of me. And my peak was coming faster than I thought possible.
Ryan reached down and grabbed my jaw, tilting me back up to look at him through the mirror.
"You're close," he breathed out.
How the fuck did he know?
I stared at him in shock and he gazed back, smug, in the mirror. He thrust faster, holding on to me. "I can feel it, art girl." His voice dropped low. "Fuck, I can feel it. And what a pretty pussy, I could watch you all day." His fingers quickened against my clit and he knelt down to my ear. "What're we doing when we get back to your place?"
I had no answer. I had no ability to reply with anything that wasn't a moan.
"I'm going to feel you squeeze me like this again when I fuck you in your dorm," he promised, pushing inside of me. "You need to let everybody know who this pussy belongs to."
My muscles stiffened and took away all of my senses, heightening them tenfold, while Ryan fucked me faster, finally easing his cock fully inside of me.
"Fuck, that's it," he hissed.
The only thing that kept everyone from running into the locker room was Ryan's hand on my mouth. I shouted out, gripping the bar with white knuckles, as the orgasm slammed into me, just like Ryan did. His cock jerked inside of me, finally finished, but that didn't do anything but bring my orgasm up higher. Feeling him twitch inside of me was two steps away from making me pass out.
"Kassie," he breathed out.
It took long seconds to come down. Long, tense seconds of my muscles uncoiling, trying to feel human again. We both breathed heavily when we finished and I stared at the mirror, trying to get back to reality.
Ryan took slow, even breaths and dipped down to kiss my hair. Gently, he eased out of me.
Fuck .
I had to steady my breathing, to get back to it, because we had a whole football team right outside that was probably just starting to wonder where we'd head off to. My eyes flickered to Ryan in the mirror as he stepped back to remove the condom.
Wait. What the fuck?
My eyes shot wide as Ryan cursed under his breath, peeling off the condom. First of all, I had no idea how he put that inside of me. If I'd seen it, I would've asked for a permit first, but the second thing was far more important. His come readily dripped out from the condom and down to the tile.
I blinked. Stunned.
The head of his cock dripped down too.
"This isn't how our first time was supposed to go." He chuckled, tossing the used condom in the trash. "I was planning on candles and chocolates and—"
"Ryan, what the fuck?" I managed, hoarse.
"What?" He glanced down. "Oh, yeah. This has never happened before."
"That is…so much come." I turned back to the mirror. "What the fuck? You came all of that?"
"Never happened before."
I stole another look at his cock, still dripping with come to the tile, and looked away just as quickly. God, I wanted to lick my lips just watching him. I'd never wanted to suck someone off more. But—but—my brain was finally coming back online and I recognized danger when I spotted it.
"I'm getting on the pill too," I muttered. "My IUD is not going to cut it."
Ryan threw me a boyish grin. "Yeah?"
"Stop smirking. Fuck, that is—I've never seen someone come like that." I shivered. "Whatever birth control they'll give me, I'll take it." I took my first real steps away from the bar and winced, all my muscles aching.
God, I'm going to be sore tomorrow .
"It looks like you're limping, art girl."
I flipped him off. "Do the gentleman thing. Help me out."