Page 26 of Jockstraps & Newspapers

She let out a nervous giggle, gripping him for dear life.

Normally, or at least, up until now, Elliot tended to be gentle.

Coaxing her open and fingering her at a steady pace, he was usually more tender with her pussy.

However, he must have tasted her desire on her tongue or he was just as fucking needy as she was…

because he fucked her pussy with no mercy.

Fingers spreading her open, rushing into her warmth, and curling into her spongy walls.

He pressed his fingers hard into her g-spot and Cassiopeia saw stars.

Head hung back, fingers clawing into the thick, rocky texture of his horns, she swallowed her moans.

Unfortunately, if she sang his praise here, they'd be found within moments.

When his thumb pressed into her clit, she was a goner.

Her legs nearly collapsed out from beneath her.

She whimpered into her closed lips. He didn't stop when she orgasmed, instead, working her wider and wider till she thought she was spread from end to end.

He'd been decorating her throat in kisses before he grunted against her jugular. "Can I be rough with your pussy?"

"Always," she breathed.

Elliot didn't answer, flipping her around.

Her hands slapped at the wall as he bent her in half.

Elliot also didn't wait. His cock bulldozed her insides as he thrust inside her.

Palms flat against the stone, thankfully drier in that spot, bent in half like the fuck doll she wanted to be, Cass took sharp thrust after sharp thrust from her Minotaur.

Not that it mattered, he had an arm around her waist and another clamped around her mouth.

She could scream and no one would hear but a muffled whine.

If her arms fell weak, she wouldn't hit the floor.

Elliot had her so tightly wound and right where he wanted, that she went practically limp in his hands.

He grunted, hips slapping together as he fucked her with the same mercy as his fingers—none.

Her body shook with every forceful thrust. Bliss washed over her and prickled her skin.

Her mind was leaking out her ears as she moaned against his hand.

Eyes rolling back in her head, she nearly dropped out of her body and floated away as the soul of a woman fucked into oblivion.

Then Elliot hoisted her up and off the ground.

Her hands flailed for a moment before she grabbed at the top of the half wall.

He fucked white sparks into her eyelids, fireworks going off in the dark of her mind.

Her thighs clamped hard which only made him rip her onto his cock harder.

"Fuck yes, that's my girl," He moaned into the back of her hair. The breathy groans and grunts of effort were too sexy not to melt. "Is my girl ready for my knot?"

She nodded helplessly against his palm. As if she could tell him anything other than incoherent babbling about how much she liked his cock.

You feel so good. Give me more. Don't stop.

Her thoughts were muddled, raspy sounds of pleasure.

He slipped two fingers into her mouth and she mindlessly sucked at them.

Elliot chuckled from behind her before dropping those fingers to her clit.

"Come for me again, I need your pussy throbbing in order to take me. "

Like he needed to do much! He touched her clit with his sloppy fingers and she reached behind her.

Like a pair of backward handlebars, back arched, she held onto him for dear life.

Her insides clamped down around him, inches from shattering.

Her toes curled around the flip flops. Sharp intakes through her nose before broken, whine filled whimpers out through her lips, she broke for him.

"That's my girl," he purred in her ear the moment her walls began to flutter, slamming her down over him.

She swallowed the scream of pain and delight as he popped into place within her.

The stretch burned in a deliriously good way.

It made her world spin. Cass kicked her legs, her delight mixed with steam dribbled down her leg.

His hips bucked one last time before he emptied himself into her.

He returned that hand to her mouth, making it easier on her as she sobbed at the feeling.

His cum burned her alive and soothed everything at the same time.

It filled her till she wasn't sure she could take any more and then ran down her legs as well.

"You did so good, look at you, taking my knot back-to-back, my girl loves taking my fat cock so much she takes the fatter knot, huh? "

She nodded weakly against his palm.

"I'm so glad you came to see me, I have been so full and heavy all day for you.

" She could imagine because she felt full and heavy right there, stuffed to the point she swore she could taste his tangy cum on her tongue.

Elliot slowly eased her down from his horns and back onto her feet.

His knot was still hard within her, but his cock had softened slightly.

"Just a few more moments, baby, it'll go down. "

She put her hands to the wall once more. This time, he put his hands to her back and rubbed her already aching muscles. The sloppy, barely coherent whimper fell out of her mouth. "I'm so glad you're still in heat."

"Mmm, you really like that knot, huh?" he teased.

She snorted, "Yes, but it's not that. I was…I was worried…"

The words fell quiet and her throat nearly closed up. It was so silly to be so worried he wouldn't want her or need her after everything. When had he ever made it seem like he wouldn't want her after the heat was over? But maybe that was a conversation to have with Lily.

"Baby, don't worry. Heat or no heat, this cock is yours, anytime you want it, whenever, wherever." He leaned over her and kissed her back. "I'm yours."

His knot softened and she was fully able to drop to her feet.

She stumbled forward before collapsing against the wall.

He came with her, holding her in his arms. She hugged him tight.

The pressure his words took off her shoulders was immense.

Then, she heard the sound of someone walking through the locker room and calling Elliot's last name.

She squeaked, rushing to the curtain. Elliot dragged her and the armful of her clothes that she could grab back behind the curtain.

He flipped off the faucet but kept the shower curtain drawn as he stepped out with a towel around his waist.

"Ah! There you are."

Cass knew that voice anywhere. The slimy, smugness oozing from the tone as Stevie McMatterson stepped into the shower.

She did her best to be quiet while ripping on her panties and bra.

The last thing she wanted was to be caught naked by the worst peeping tom in history.

Her heart was a drum solo in her chest as she strained her ears to hear over its thunderous sound.

"Stevie, what are you doing here?"

A loud slap filled the shower and Cass nearly fell to the floor, her flipflops an inch away from uncertain doom as the sound bounced around her skull. She was inches from her skirt zipper.

"You and that nosey bitch are done for. You can kiss your position goodbye." Stevie's warbled whine bounced off the wet stone. "How dare you, look at what I've done for you and this is how you repay me? I've never assaulted anyone."

"I didn't say you did, except for right now." Elliot's voice was restrained and tight.

Cass pulled her blouse down over her head, unsure what to even do. Could she do anything?

"Oh please, a guy like you? That barely hurt." Stevie's sneer boiled Cass's blood.

"Stevie, I don't know what you're hoping to accomplish here."

"This is a warning, if that little bitch doesn't take down the article and apologize to me, immediately, then your career and your position are terminated."

"That's not up to you." Elliot didn't growl, per say, but it wasn't the jovial tone Cass was used to hearing.

"My father's already considering it." Stevie's tone was back to oozing with smugness.

"The season’s still young, we haven't even started games yet.

Consider your threat again, Mr. McMatterson, because that counter offer to join the Maylor Kingdom or Tritus is looking mighty fine right now.

So, yeah, go ahead, run home to your pops and whine that I've been rude and I didn't apologize to you, that's fine.

" However, Cass could feel the tension in the air change as something slipped.

With a sloppy thud, she knew Stevie was on the ground and Elliot was hovering over him.

"But you so much as blink wrong at Cassiopeia Darling, I will remind you how easy it was to knock your teeth out.

And this time? I'll make sure they won't fit back in your gums."

The slick scramble of hands and feet told her that the slimy bastard was running away. She stood, breathless, staring at the curtain covering her from Elliot. The curtain was ripped back, and she reared, fists raised. Elliot grinned from ear to ear, patting her fists tenderly, "Down girl, just me."

"Oh, Elliot," she exhaled, shuffling forward. He cupped her cheek in his hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her cheek. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get your job put in danger."

"No worries, newsie baby, I've got options. It's just my team’s been my home. I won't go without kicking and screaming. Besides, I don't think Stevie knows what he's talking about." He winked at her, pulling her in for a kiss.

She was smiling up until he dunked all his wet hair on top of his head onto her and she squawked. "Elliot! Bonesaw!"

He giggled evilly, "Besides, think how much cooler an article it'll be if I have to work through a scandal and find a new team amidst controversy? Huh? You'd win one of those awards or something."

She wanted to retort that he was incorrect, but the words died on her tongue. He looked too pleased. Swiping the droplets off her face, she glared at him but motioned for him to lead the way. "Get dressed, big fella, I'm starving cause someone worked up my appetite."

"Score, you feeling steak and potatoes? I want a loaded potato.

" She rolled her eyes, letting him chatter on about what he wanted to eat.

Cass would eat whatever he wanted so long as he kept chattering to her.

Completely forgetting her flats left idly sitting at the front of the shower where anyone could see.