Page 44 of Full Court Crush
Keira couldn’t help but grin as she slid two fingers deep inside Amelia, and turned her hand so she could put the pad of her thumb on Amelia’s clit.
“Oh, Jesus.” Amelia rested her forehead on her outstretched arm.
“I’m not sure he would approve.” Keira laughed, and curling her fingers and slowly starting to move in and out of Amelia, brushing her clit with every movement. She kept the pace slow.
Amelia whined again, so Keira applied more pressure to her clit, turning her whine into a feral moan.
“That’s it,” Keira said softly. Amelia, getting frustrated, slowly rocked her hips to meet Keira’s thrusts. The movements made her breasts bounce right in front of Keira’s face, and she couldn’t resist catching a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it and drawing a long moan out of Amelia. Her hips rocked harder as Keira used all her self-restraint to maintain the same tempo.
“Mmmm, thatfeelssogood,” Amelia rushed out between breaths. She was almost panting at this point, holding onto the rail above the bench with both hands as she rode Keira’s hand. Her eyes were hooded with lust.
Keira palmed Amelia’s other breast with her free hand, relishing the feel of Amelia fucking herself on her fingers.
“Harder.” The words sent a jolt of electricity to Keira’s clit.
“Yeah?” Keira, wrist burning, pulled her mouth off Amelia’s breast, and looked up into Amelia’s half-closed eyes.
“Please,” Amelia whispered.
There was something special about hearing Amelia plead with her to fuck her.
Keira resumed thrusting, going harder, nudging Keira’s clit with her thumb on each stroke. She lowered her eyes and, mesmerised, watched her fingers slip in and out of Amelia, glistening with her arousal.
Amelia adjusted her grip on the bar above them, and began driving herself down onto Keira’s hand, meeting her thrusts. Keira couldn’t take her eyes off where they connected, getting wetter whilst Amelia lost control. Without warning, Amelia removed one of her hands from the bar and gently shoved a hand between Keira’s closed legs as her mouth sought Keira’s for a brief but fiery kiss. The pads of her fingers made contact with Keira’s clit. Keira jolted so hard she almost bucked Amelia off.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Keira groaned.
Suddenly, the rest of her body no longer existed. She could only perceive Amelia clenching around her fingers, and Amelia frantically playing with her clit. Her every nerve fibre wound like a tightly coiled spring.
“I need…” Amelia started, groaning when Keira curled her fingers a little more. She fell forward a little, her lips millimetres from Keira’s ear.
“What—what do you need?” Keira rasped out, also breathless.
“I need to hear you,” Amelia whispered, her damp breath ticking Keira’s skin and making her shiver. Amelia sat back up, her gaze hazy, but undoubtably looking deep into Keira’s eyes, before she made more deliberate movements around Keira’s clit. “Nothing turns me on more”—Amelia paused for breath, slowing down her hip movements so she could speak—“than hearing the effect I’m having on someone.”
Amelia lent forward and kissed Keira deeply, before returning upright and thrusting her hips down into Keira’s fingers harder than before. Simultaneously, her ministrations to Keira’s clit sped up. Keira moaned, her whole body filling with an undefinable pressure.
“That feels so good. I’m so close” Keira whispered hoarsely, her eyes half closed.
“Oh god.” Amelia quivered.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Oh, fuck, Keira, don’t stop—”
“I’m so close, I’m so—”
“Don’t stop.”
Keira did as she was told, even as the tidal wave of pleasure barrelled into her. Amelia bounced on her lap a few more times, then threw her head back and cried out. Her entire body jerked, and her centre pulsed around Keira’s fingers. Keira’s own body jolted with aftershocks, affecting her ability to concentrate on Amelia. She managed to catch Amelia when her body gave out, pulling her towards the bench and holding her. Amelia’s body twitched in her arms. Both breathed heavily. Keira couldn’t feel her limbs, other than the burning in her wrist, but she didn’t care. It had been more than worth it.
Keira had no idea how long they remained like that, simply holding each other in the empty changing room. It might have been seconds, minutes, or hours. Her brain was so blissed out she didn’t even care that her exposed skin was cold, the only warmth coming from the places where her and Amelia’s bodies touched. She ran her fingers lazily up and down Amelia’s back, while Amelia rested her head on her shoulder looking up at her. Every now and again, Keira turned to smile at her, and occasionally brushed their lips together. Amelia blushed every time, but always smiled back.
Amelia was the first to move, peeling their sweat-sticky bodies off each other and gingerly standing up, easing out the kinks in her muscles. Between the game, their extra-curricular activities, and being sat in the same position for so long, Keira wasn’t sure shecouldmove.
A sudden knock at the door made them both jump. The door creaked partially open, and Keira had never been so grateful for the double ninety-degree turn that blocked their view of the doorway.
“Locking up in twenty!” the gruff voice said, before quickly leaving again.