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Tobie

Strong, powerful arms wrap around me.

They lift.

I don’t question the voice in my head that tells me to slide my legs around Caleb’s hips.

He releases a soft groan into my mouth as I line up his cock to my core. His hands slip under my skirt, stroking and caressing as his hips rock against mine.

Our mouths are welded together, his tongue in mine. I’m running out of air as I bury my hands in his short, dirty blond hair.

We’re moving.

He tucks the hard ridge of his cock tight against me. He has to feel how wet I’m getting as he rubs against my pussy with each step he takes.

We’re moving faster.

A slap of a hand against a door.

A deeper, hungrier kiss.

A door slams shut, more hurried movements, and then I’m flat on my back as Caleb is fighting with his pants.

We’re in the locker room. I’ve never been in here before, and it is big. The lockers, benches, and showers are on my left. On my right are armchairs and sofas in front of a massive television on the wall.

We’re on a table in between the two spaces.

I have the barest sense of awareness of what’s happened to my skirt, other than the faintest breeze. That is until Caleb’s eyes dip.

He stops yanking at his pants.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. My eyes lower to the bulge in the front of his sweats and then to what’s caught Caleb’s gaze.

I was wearing one of the cute new lacy thongs Clarissa picked out for me.

On the way from the hallway to here, it’s gotten askew.

The front panel twisted to one side, exposing me to his hungry gaze.

Caleb is breathing hard. He hasn’t so much as blinked, he’s that captivated.

The breath sticks in my throat as he grips my legs, yanks me to the edge of the table, and his head swoops.

I bite my lip and tongue, and the moan still works its way out. His tongue is on me, in me, and I can’t get enough of it.

My belly tenses at the hungry sound Caleb makes as he slides his hands down my legs, lifts them, and wraps them around his shoulders. His tongue is unrelenting, licking and fucking me until I’m begging him to never stop.

My fingers tighten in his hair, and I swallow my scream as the wave starts up in my belly and shatters my mind.

Time no longer matters.

I’m fighting for breath when the soft sound of a crinkling foil packet penetrates.

My eyes flutter open.

My hips are on the edge of the table. Legs spread apart. Caleb’s pants are off, and he’s sliding a condom over a cock so thick and heavy it’s curved.

Oh God. I ache with the need to have him inside me.

I swallow hard as my eyes travel up his chiseled chest to rest on his piercing gaze.

“If Coach knew what I’m about to do to you on his table, I’d be off the team so fast my head would spin.”

My stomach twists. Not in fear. Excitement. Maybe Reid was right, and I do have something about sex in public.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t,” I whisper, holding my breath as I desperately hope he will.

He strokes his hands down my sides and cups my breasts. “And not know how these beautiful tits taste? I’m not sure I have the strength to do that, Myers.” His head lowers, and mine falls back as I moan when he closes his mouth around my right breast.

He runs his hands over me like he can’t get enough, exploring every inch of me.

His head lifts. I make a soft sound of complaint, and his lips curve into a brief smile before he turns his attention to my neglected left breast.

I slide my hand down his chest, marveling at his rippling muscles. Every part of him is so strong and hard.

And mine.

My hand closes around him, and he lifts his head, my breast popping from his mouth.

“Fuck.”

I pump. Hard. His hands slash up, pinning my wrists to the table.

His dick surges. One stroke and he’s buried himself to the hilt.

The sound that bleeds from my lips is one I’ve never made before. His eyes are wild as he throbs inside me.

He’s breathing hard, and I’m rocking my hips trying to get him to move, but he’s so big, he’s pinned me to this table with his weight.

“Myers,” he gasps, or maybe it’s more of a grunt. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Any other time, I’d melt, but not now.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll kill you,” I hiss.

The briefest flash of amusement sweeps across his face. Then he gives me what I want. Lips on mine, his cock thrusting deep inside me. In and out. So thick, so perfect, my toes curl.

He pulls out of me with a groan of frustration, then turns me. “On your front, Myers. I need to see your pussy take every inch of my cock.”

Gruff words whispered directly in my ear make me wiggle as I grab onto the edge of the table, bracing myself for what’s coming.

Cool air kisses my exposed ass when Caleb shoves my skirt up and panties down.

I gasp when he bites down on my lobe. Then he’s straightening, his cock driving into me again in one searing thrust.

Every nerve in my body tightens in pleasure.

His fingers grip my ass, and he hisses, then groans. “Fuck, you are squeezing every inch of me, baby. Taking me so damn well.”

I bite my lip, fighting to hold back more loud moans.

As he pumps, he pushes my thighs closer together so I squeeze even tighter around him. I feel every ridge he works into me.

“How is that?” he groans, voice strained.

“Like I’ll never have enough.”

“You need it harder?”

“Don’t care. Just need you.”

“I think I hear something,” he whispers.

“What?”

“Someone coming.”

I freeze.

He thrusts and says into my ear, “What will they think when they walk in and see the way I have you splayed out on the Coach’s table with my cock in your pussy?”

I tighten around him, whimpering as my excitement builds. “We should stop.”

“Should we?” he whispers.

We totally should.

I know that.

So why am I getting wetter at the thought of someone finding us like this? Why am I pushing back in a silent plea for him to move?

“I hear you,” he whispers into my ear. “I know what you want.”

His next thrust seats him so deep, he’s buried to the hilt. “Maybe they could watch. They can see how wet my cock is when I pull myself out of you.”

“Caleb,” I moan as I wiggle, pushing back as he throbs inside me.

He moves, groaning as he thrusts deep.

It strikes me that whoever it is should have walked in by now. I keep thinking that someone is right there, watching us from the doorway as Caleb rocks the table each time he pounds into me.

Gripping the edge of the table, I choke back the scream while the crescendo builds inside me.

Caleb angles my hips and drags me back onto him. That last meaty slap, that last perfect slide of him tunneling so deep he touches the end of me, explodes my brain.

I shatter.

I’m trembling, muscles weak, so lost to my climax I barely feel his. He slumps over me, and I feel him jerking as he holds me against him and kisses my throat.

We stay like that for seconds, then minutes.

“Shit, I need to pull out and deal with this condom,” he breathes out, arms tightening around me. “But you feel so perfect.”

So he doesn’t move. He blankets me with his body, careful not to crush me. How we’ve not broken this table is a mystery to me. Someone must have reinforced the heck out of it, expecting rough and tumble from hockey players because a guy Caleb’s size should absolutely have flattened it by now.

And he’s still inside me, slowly softening, a warm and comforting presence now rather than arousing. I don’t want to move either, even if someone could walk in at any moment.

Speaking of someone walking in…

I angle my head to meet his satisfied, half-lidded green gaze. “You were lying about someone coming.”

“Yes.” He leans in, kissing me softly. “You knew I was watching you in the study room, and you liked it. Didn’t you?”

“No,” I deny.

His expression doesn’t change.

I look away, my cheeks hot. Maybe I hadn’t actually seen him watching, but I’d felt someone’s eyes on me. And he’d so nearly watched me orgasm when Reid had his face between my thighs and was doing things with his tongue that had me talking gibberish.

I hadn’t wanted to be excited at the thought of him watching when Reid lifted and pounded into me against the wall. Some secret part of me had wanted there to be someone watching.

Not just someone.

Caleb.

“Maybe a little. How did you know?”

“You looked right at me.” He pauses. “Well, right where I was if I hadn’t moved away. And…”

“And?” I prompt.

“You never told Reid to stop what he was doing to you under that table.” His eyes sharpen. “Having me and Javier there seemed to excite you. Maybe as much as me standing on the other side of your bedroom door listening to you come.”

Shit.

“You heard?” I whisper.

“Did you try hard to stay silent?”

Not as hard as I could have.

Something inside me likes the feeling of someone watching.

He kisses me then, recapturing my attention. He strokes the hair back from my face with a tender touch. “We like what we like, Myers. There’s no shame in that.”

I didn’t realize I felt shame until this moment. Sex with Marc was simple. Not terrible. Not life-changing. Just sex.

But I’m learning it can be so much more than that.

It can be hot, exciting, and fun. Things can go wrong, and rather than be embarrassed, I can laugh about them. I find out more about the men I’m falling for each day, and they learn more about me. It’s like opening another window into a person I never knew existed.

“I liked seeing you so close to the edge,” he says, and I feel him start to harden inside me again. “When you said my name in that study room, I couldn’t wait to get back to my dorm.”

He’s still getting harder inside me. “What did you do?” I whisper.

“I was watching you…” He kisses me, easing his hips from mine, and gently slides into me, making me moan. “And I had my fist around my cock because I needed it to be inside you.”

He holds my gaze as we squirm together. His lips capture mine, and we cling. When we move, it’s not hard and fast like before.

Slow.

Deep.

Perfect.

When we fall, it’s like sinking into a cool lake, the perfect comedown from our climax.