Luke
I took her by the hand and yanked her away from the locker room door. She allowed herself to be led, never asking where I was taking her as we wound through the halls. We passed the cheerleader locker room, and one of the girls waved to me in passing, but I didn’t have eyes for them. There was only one woman on my mind tonight.
We rounded a corner, and my destination appeared. The surplus supply closet where the extra equipment was stored. I had overheard one of the locker room assistants saying that it was a good place to take a nap, because it was only ever used in the off-season. I opened the door and pushed Cazzie ahead of me. The room was about half the size of a basketball court, filled with bins of equipment and unopened crates on pallets that were stacked to the ceiling. Three of the four lights were burned out, giving the room a dim, personal feel.
“What are we doing in here?” Cazzie asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
I locked the door and rounded on her. “What I’ve been thinking of doing all week.”
I threw her up against the wall and kissed her with as much passion as I had shown on the field that night. Her body came alive against me, and she moaned into my mouth while running her fingers through my hair.
“There’s a bed at home,” she said. “With pillows and a comforter and the softest mattress…”
“I can’t wait that long,” I said, removing her suit jacket and unbuttoning her blouse. “If I don’t have you right fucking now, I’m going to die.”
We hastily pulled our clothes off until I was in a jockstrap, and she was down to her bra and panties. The latter were red and lacy. “Goddamn. Have you been wearing panties like that under your suit this whole time?”
“Only within the last week,” she said, kissing me again.
“You knew this would happen?”
She bit her lip in a way that made my cock jump. “No. But I was desperately hoping it would.”
I lifted her onto a nearby crate of football helmets, then fell to my knees between her legs. I pulled them apart and buried my face into her pussy, inhaling her sex and savoring how amazing she tasted.
Cazzie sighed as I began eating her out. Her fingers laced around the back of my head, squeezing a handful of my hair and holding me against her. I wrapped my arms up around her waist, and pawed at one of her breasts. Her skin was so smooth and supple; I wanted to lick every inch of her. I slid out of my jock strap and stroked my cock while going to town on Cazzie.
I could have gone down on her all day, but then she squeezed a handful of my hair and pulled me up into a desperate kiss. The tip of my cock brushed against her drenched entrance, making her shiver with desire.
“If the crate isn’t comfortable enough for you,” I whispered, “then we can go home to that bed you mentioned.”
“Don’t you dare leave now,” she warned.
I grinned at her. “Are you sure? You seemed really interested in the pillows and comforter earlier…”
She gazed up at me, eyes lidded with pleasure, and said, “Shut up and fuck me.”
The demand was more than I could stand. I took hold of my shaft and guided myself into her lips. She was so wet that there was no resistance at all, so I gave her another inch, and another, until I fell the rest of the way forward into her and there was nothing left to give. Cazzie arched her back and clamped down on me with her pussy, squeezing me like a vice. I could have exploded right then, it felt so good.
“You’re better than I dreamed,” she purred.
“You’ve dreamed about me?” I asked.
“Every night for the past week,” she replied, squeezing her legs around my waist. Holding me in. “The way you fill me… it’s just right.”
I knew what she meant. It was like her pussy was made for me, two puzzle pieces connecting at last. We kissed again, this time allowing our tongues to slide together, and she clenched herself around me even tighter.
As soon as she unwrapped her legs from around my waist, I went to work. Back and forth I pumped, just a little bit. Testing the wonderful friction our parts made together. Every second felt like a lifetime of ecstasy, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load instantly.
But Cazzie’s body came alive beneath mine. Not content with my conservative thrusts, she rocked her hips back and forth on the edge of the crate, begging me for more. Soon I was obliging her, pulling back more and then burying all of me into her again. My cock was a rainbow of pleasure I had never felt before. Then I was gripping her waist with both hands andreallyfucking her, crashing against her more and more roughly, so hard that the crate began sliding on the floor until it became flush with the wall, then thumped against it in time with my passionate strokes.
I didn’t care. All that mattered was the woman underneath me. I soaked up the sight of her; the breasts bouncing gently, the way her pussy seemed to swallow every inch of my cock, and the way her eyes widened as she began to come. That was the end of me, that look in her eyes, and I fucked her harder as I neared my own climax. She opened her mouth and a wail of ecstasy filled the room. I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her, and thatreallythrew her over the edge with me. The world went bright and tingly as I erupted inside Cazzie, and her pussy squeezed me even tighter, milking every drop of my seed that I filled her with.
Both of us trembled on the crate as we came down. I leaned over her and panted like I had just caught a deep touchdown pass. Sweat dripped from my forehead, so I carefully leaned to the side to make sure it didn’t land on her.
“Oh my God,” she groaned. “Ineededthat.”
I rumbled with laughter. “It didn’t ruin it when I put my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet?”