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Lenny

You good?

Wait, let me try that again – how are you?

That wasn’t any better was it?

You can stop me at any time here 17. Just send a stupid thumbs up emoji and I'll shut up

I can't be emotionally supportive over text if you give me nothing. If we can even call this that…

Have I always been this bad at this? This feel like it's going badly. Or is it because you're not replying that it feels like this is going terribly? I'm having flashbacks of talking to you about how vampire bites made sex better when you lost, did I really do that? Did that work?

Because if it did, I can give you a monologue about how exhausting I think it must be to be an omega in heat. Or at least I could if you gave me a thumbs up.

Muller…

“You know, it’s very rude of you to just leave me on read like that.”

My eyes dragged themselves away from my phone and Lenny’s rambling to look at my office door where the woman herself was now leaning against the frame with a smirk on her face. I locked my phone and set it down on my desk.

“I was going to respond. I was curious to see where you were going with it.”

“You had to know it was going to end with either vampires or werewolves. You could have just sent the thumbs up emoji.”

“Yeah, I could have. But I wanted to see what would come first, vampires or werewolves. You did monologue about vampire bites once. It was a very hard conversation for me, because you kept talking about pulses in thighs. And I mean hard in the very literal sense.” I smiled at the memory. It hadn't helped that she had come from a football game and so did the whole conversation in her cheerleading uniform where I could see most of her thighs as she sat in the car next to me.

“No thighs chat, just a reminder that it wasn’t your fault. You made the best call for the team at the time and it just didn’t go your way. That has nothing to do with you, or your decisions and everything to do with the fact that this is sport and sometimes things don’t go your way, even when it feels like they should.”

I sighed, knowing she was right, but still feeling like shit. “How do you know about the call I made?”

“Dad text me at half time. Said he had a feeling that it was going to be a game that you dominated but wasn’t going to end with a win. I came down once I got the message.”

“You drove here?”

“Yeah, and it’s a good thing I did too because Dad has left, so how the heck did you think you were getting back to me?”

A good question.

“Well in my defence, I didn’t know he had left. I was moping in the dark.” I gestured to the room around us.

“Yeah, I noticed." She stepped into my office a bit more and I finally noticed something.

“Why are you wearing a trench coat? You hiding a corset under there?”

“Not quite. But if you wanna find out more you need to exit this office.”

She disappeared from my office door with a smirk. I had no choice but to follow her.

***

Lenny was sitting on the bench in front of what was once my locker. Her long legs were stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles and she was leaning back on her hands. There was a gap in her trench coat that hinted at what was underneath and my throat went dry.

“There he is. Number 17.” Lenny uncrossed her ankles and stood up, tugging at the belt of her coat.

“What is this?” I asked. My voice was barely above a whisper.

“Wish fulfilment,” she answered simply as she removed her coat to reveal, as I suspected, her high school cheerleading uniform.

I am still convinced that the only reason she cheered for so long was because the uniforms were navy. The kind of navy that looked so incredible on her that at one point I was convinced they had made the uniforms with her specifically in mind. It still looked incredible on her. Except it was worse now because now she had a thigh tattoo. The skirt cut off the top third, but I could still see enough.

Alana got that tattoo with the sole purpose of ruining my life. She wouldn’t even deny it if you asked her. It was my number done in the same style as the one I had of the Stanley Cup on my arm. It was about me and for me and it was in my favourite place on her body and she took great pleasure from how much it fucked me up. Even more so when I couldn’t see the whole thing because it was hidden by a fucking cheerleading skirt.

“A little birdie told me once that he had always thought about me in a locker room and if I remember correctly I was a cheerleader in high school, so I imagine that was a key feature of the the -” I had her pressed against the lockers before she could finish the sentence.

I kissed her slowly, deeply, relishing in the way she softened against me for a moment before her hands started grabbing at me. One in my hair, the other in the fabric of my t-shirt. I grabbed the backs of her thighs and tried to get her to jump up.

She broke the kiss.

“It’s fine,” I huffed out before she could even ask about my shoulder.

“I was just checking.”

“I know, and I love you for that, but please just wrap these fucking legs of yours around me.”

She jumped and I held onto her thighs as she locked her ankles against my back. I pinned her to the lockers and using one hand pulled down my trousers and boxers, pulling my hard cock out and stroking it twice.

“You’re always so hard for me,” Lenny teased, drawing my lower lip in-between her teeth.

“Because you’re always ridiculously hot. Are you good?” I ran my hand up her thigh, squeezing it where the tattoo lay, before moving higher up until I reached the apex of her thighs. I was unsurprised to meet the wet heat of her cunt immediately, but I still moaned into her ear when my fingers reached it. I slipped one inside her and swiped my thumb over her clit. The whimper she made was the sweetest sound I had ever heard.

“Yeah, you’re all good to go,” Lenny managed to get out as she clenched around my finger as I fucked her with it. I pulled it out and grabbed the base of my cock, running it along her and getting it slick before lining up with her entrance, not quite pushing in yet.

“Liam, I swear if you don’t fuck me right now I am going to ruin all your orgasms throughout the offseason.” She tried to sink down on me, but I held her in place.

“That is an oddly specific threat,” I said as I slowly slid into her.

“Worked though didn’t it?” She smiled, gasping when I bottomed out.

“Only a little bit.”

I started moving at a languid pace. It didn’t take long for her to get impatient with me.

“Liam!” Her voice was a combination of a whine and a cry.

I stilled my hips completely. “Yeah, babe?”

“This isn’t a slow and easy situation, you need to go harder than this.”

“Is it not my fantasy? What if I always wanted to make you slowly fall apart while pressed up against my locker?”

“Right yeah, teenage you had stamina did he?” She teased.

“Teenage me would have come in his pants the second he saw you standing in front of his locker looking like this,” I said. It was mostly the truth. She didn't need to know that that had almost happened today.

“You’ve gotta take the tattoo out of the equation you know?” She grinded her hips against me trying to get me to move.

“My statement is still correct. But you’re not wrong, it was never slow and easy in my fantasy.”

“Then get to making it come true then, Muller.”

I picked up the pace and started fucking her harder. Her hand snaked in between us towards her clit, but I grabbed her wrist and pinned against the locker behind her. Lenny whined.

“I promise, Alana, I’ve got you,” I growled into her ear. She clenched around me and my hips stuttered. “Not fair.”

“All’s fair in love and orgasms. Or whatever,” she laughed, which quickly became a moan as I gently sucked at her neck. I always forgot that doing that made her even tighter because as I removed my mouth from her neck my orgasm was tearing through me and my hips came to a stop as I came inside her.

I kept her pinned against the lockers as the aftershocks of my orgasm made my muscles quiver. Lenny ran her fingers through my hair as I came down.

“No, not fair.” I eventually managed to say once I felt like my soul had re-entered my body.

“Your fault for sucking on my neck, Edward,” she said as she loosened the grip of her legs around me. I spun us around and sat down on the bench.

“Vampire bites make sex better. Or whatever." I tapped her thigh lightly, making her pussy clench around me in a way that almost had me ready to go again. "Get up and lie down." I said.

She laughed as she lifted off me and shuffled around until she was lying on the bench, her legs spread over it. I lifted the skirt up to reveal her pussy and swiped my finger over her clit. The touch made her pulse and a trickle of cum dripped out of her. I cleaned it up with my thumb and went back to her clit.

“I won’t beg, you know that right?” Lenny taunted. I knew I could get her to, but I wasn’t interested in that right now. I got off the bench, put my dick away, and pulled her to the edge as I sank to my knees.

“I said I had you, babe,” I answered as I placed one arm across her hips and licked up her pussy before twirling my tongue around her clit. Her hips tried to buck up while I did all the things that I knew drove her wild. Sucking, licking and, when she whimpered particularly beautifully, gently biting her clit. It didn’t take very long for her moan to cut into silence as she came against my tongue. Her thighs shaking on either side of my head and her pussy pulsing and dripping more of my cum onto the bench.

“Liam!” She cried brokenly. I eased off teasing her clit, but ran my fingers along her pussy, sliding them into her and fucking her slowly.

“Could you come again?” I asked, curling my fingers inside her and feeling her clench around me, which told me that she probably could, but I didn’t want to push her. Lenny sighed contentedly and moved her hips to meet my fingers.

“You get one more and that’s your lot.”

I started finger fucking her faster and released her hips from under my arm so I could use my other hand to rub her clit. I kept the pressure on her clit light, teasing, and consistent, perfect for her over-sensitised nerves. Alana moved her hips in time with my movements chasing her second high. I knew she was close again when she reached down to hold the wrist of the hand fucking her in place. I held still until her back arched off the bench as she shook through her second orgasm. Quiet moans filled the locker room as she rode it out and when she was done she tapped my wrist twice.

I pulled my fingers out and looked at her orgasm-hazy eyes as I sucked my fingers, covered in both of our releases, into my mouth and cleaned them. Lenny narrowed her eyes at me as she watched me and then muttered a half-hearted ‘fuck off’ as I returned my head back in between her legs, cleaned up her thighs, and had one final lick along the length of her pussy.

I stood up and held my hand out to Lenny, she grabbed it and I helped her get to her feet. She looped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth against mine, wasting no time in deepening the kiss and sweeping her tongue into my mouth.

Lenny broke the kiss eventually and rested her forehead against mine. “You good?” She asked again, quietly.

“You gonna tell me more about how exhausting being an omega is if I say no?”

She laughed softly.

“No, I’ve got a better idea.”

“Oh yeah, what’s your Plan B to make me less sad about losing now then if not werewolves?”

“I said you get one more and that’s your lot. So, my Plan B if you say no is making you watch me make myself come again on the big sturdy desk in that office of yours.” She nipped at my lower lip, teasingly.

“Then no, I am not good. At all.” I shook my head for emphasis.

“Seriously, you know it wasn’t your fault and these things happen don’t you?” Her voice had turned serious.

“Yeah I know. It just sucks. They deserved to win and I’m sad for them. I’m good. Or at least I will be…”

Alana took my hand and led me to my office.