14. Katrina

CHAPTER 14

KATRINA

W as I still just using Rory as a distraction, or had it turned into something more?

I couldn’t say for certain. All I knew was that when he swam up to me in the pool and I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, I felt a familiar ache at the base of my stomach and knew I wanted him. Bad.

Now, he was walking slowly into the shower with me, tucked away in the corner of the men’s locker room, of all places. I hadn’t seen anyone inside when I ran through, thank God, but that didn’t mean we would have this place all to ourselves forever. We could get caught at any moment—and that made it all the more enticing.

Rory pulled the curtain closed behind him, and I could see his erection pressing against the fabric of his swimsuit. He was ready to go, probably since the moment I almost kissed him in the pool. Maybe even before then.

It had been a workout getting out of my skinny jeans so that I would be completely naked by the time he found me. I was already panting a little. Rory joined me under the water, grabbed my hand, and slid it down his washboard abs and underneath his waistband. He was as big as I remembered, and the skin of his rock-hard cock was taut and smooth. It felt warm in my hand, and my fingers could only just touch when I curled them around his girth. He gasped, and I pushed him into the tile wall behind him. With the water now pouring over my head, I got down on my knees and pulled him into my mouth.

I pushed forward as far as I could, and Rory wrapped his fingers in my hair as he gently thrust towards me. I looked up at him with a wicked smile on my face and then sped up. Rory brought a hand down to cup my breast and pinched one of my nipples between his two fingers. I spread my knees slightly, touching myself, trying to satisfy the need building inside me.

The moan that escaped my lips came from low in my belly, and clearly, the sound turned something on in Rory as well because he gripped my hair tighter, and the motion of my mouth and hand became equally frantic. The way he tasted, smelled, and, most importantly, felt pushed me over the edge. I never came this quickly when I was doing this by myself, but with him close, breathing hard, the climax swept through me with delicious ease.

I pulled away as I cried out, and he hooked his finger under my chin and drew me back up to my feet. Under the warm water, he kissed me slow and sweet, his member pressing against my belly tauntingly. A little bench was outside the water’s reach, a place for people to toss their towels and clothes. I’d noticed it when I first got inside, and as Rory walked us towards it, I knew exactly what he wanted.

And God, did I want it too.

He turned me around, and I bent over the bench, resting my forearms on the wood and arching my back so that my hips were high in the air. Rory grabbed either side of me and dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass, pressing himself up against me. It felt so good I started gasping, wordlessly begging for more before he even entered me.

But once he did—I couldn’t contain myself.

If there were someone anywhere near the door to the men’s locker room, they would’ve heard me, but I didn’t care. My cries of pleasure echoed throughout the shower as Rory slid his wet cock inside of me as deep as he could.

He thrust forward while I pushed my hips back into him, and soon we were fucking each other with rough, rhythmic motions. As I sent my body back into his, his breathing and pace increased, and I knew he was close to finishing.

Then he did something I didn’t expect.

He slowed down his movements, and instead of plunging inside of me the next time, he let his cock slip out and slide downwards between my legs. When the tip of his member rubbed against my clit, I slammed a hand against the bench.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. I’d never experienced this before, and I could barely keep myself standing.

Rory pushed himself in a few more times, sliding around my folds with his hard shaft until I was once again starting to feel a climax coming on. Then he drove himself deep inside of me and reached his hand around to massage the front of my entrance. It was an entirely new sensation for me, and I never wanted this moment to end. I closed my eyes and let the heat grow between us.

Just as I was finishing, once again slamming my hand down on the bench and crying out for more, we heard a door open.

Rory and I came at the same time but had to choke down our respective sounds of pleasure as we did. His body shuddered against mine as he finished inside of me, and I bit down on my own knuckle to keep from losing control and sighing too loudly. After a couple of seconds, we heard footsteps, and then another shower turned on a few stalls down. Rory pulled himself out of me, and I turned around. He put a finger against my lips, and we got back underneath the water. We rinsed ourselves off, and he spoke to me in a low voice.

“Wait in here,” he said. “I’ll go get us a couple of towels and we can hide out until the coast is clear.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “Hurry!”

He snaked his arm around my naked waist and kissed me once more, and then, in a flash, he was gone.

“I have to admit, there was a moment while I was waiting for you to bring the towels back that I thought you might just ditch me. Leave me there, dripping wet and alone in the men’s locker room.”

Rory and I were walking out of the community center ten minutes later. Thankfully, the man who had come in to shower went about his business quickly, and we were able to slip out without being seen shortly after we dried off and got dressed.

“I would never do that!” he said.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

He paused just outside of the doors and looked at me. “You should. If any guy ever did something like that to you, you should not just blame him, but you should tear him a new one. You don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

I shrugged, looking away from the seriousness of his gaze. “Yeah, well… I don’t know. I just meant because I haven’t exactly been very nice to you since we met. If you wanted to play a prank on me or something, I could understand that. Plus, I showed up here unannounced and…” I trailed off.

He laughed. “Are you really apologizing for showing up here and giving me a blowjob in the shower?”

“Shh! Someone’s going to hear you!”

He put his hands up in the air, grinning. “Sorry, but that’s how I’m going to react if you start saying sorry for things you really have no business being sorry about. I’m very fucking glad you came and tracked me down here at the pool.”

I tucked my chin into my chest to try and hide my smile. “I don’t recall using the word sorry…”

“Good. Because I’m not sorry it happened. Are you?”

After a couple of seconds, I shook my head.

“Alright then. Now that we’ve got that settled, we can move on to the next issue. What are we going to eat for lunch?”

I raised a brow at him. “Lunch?”

“Yeah, I worked up quite an appetite,” he said. “And since you were putting in a lot of work back there as well, I figured you did too.”

I said nothing but knew I was probably blushing profusely.

“I thought maybe we could head into town, and I’d buy us something to eat. How does that sound?”

My knee-jerk reaction was to say no. I’d never meant for things to go this far with Rory in the first place. Again. But now that he’d mentioned getting a bite, I realized I was pretty hungry. Not to mention, if he was offering to pay, I really wasn’t in any position to turn such an offer down. So, against my better judgment, I told him yes and followed him towards the parking lot.

“You good to walk?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“It’s just such a nice day.”

I smiled, and we fell in step together. “It really is.”