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Lilly

Draping my coat across my arm, I lean my back against the wall outside of the locker room, scanning my eyes around the crowd as I anxiously wait for Greyson to exit .

They won their game, and my voice is hoarse from all the screaming I was doing. I was proud. Beyond proud. There’s just something about watching your boyfriend play a sport he’s in love with that makes cheering him on even more fun.

Before I got assigned to write an article about the team, I knew fuck all about hockey—kinda still don’t. But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that Greyson in goal is a wet fucking dream.

The locker room door opens, and my eyes instantly shoot there. But I pout when I don’t see Greyson walking out. What the fuck is taking him so long? Hunter came out almost five minutes ago and was whisking Nina away before I even had the chance to say goodbye.

Sighing, I tilt my head toward the ceiling and exhale. But suddenly, a hand grips my arm and pulls me along the corridor. I blink, trying to regain focus as I stop myself from t ripping over my own feet.

Glancing in front of me, a smile forms on my lips when I realize it’s Greyson. But where the fuck are we going in such a rush?

“W-what are you…where are—” I fumble, not knowing what to say.

Pushing the door to the medical room open, he ushers us inside and closes the door behind us. Pushing me up against it, he smashes his lips to mine.

Oh, hello?

Dropping my coat to the floor, I groan into the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck. The kiss is fierce, passionate, hungry, and fucking demanding. Greyson kisses me like it’s the last time he ever would. He kisses me like his life depends on it.

I vaguely hear the lock click before his hands run across my body, and once they reach my ass, he grips tightly making me gasp into his mouth.

“Seeing you wearing this,” the kiss breaks, and he rests his forehead against mine. Scrunching the jersey I’m wearing tightly in his fist, he inhales a sharp breath. “Makes me feel fucking weak to the knees.”

“You like?” My breath hitches as I look at him from under my lashes.

“Baby, I’ve been sporting a boner since I saw the tiniest snippet of it in the stands.” Grinding his hips against me, I gasp as his hard cock presses against my stomach.

“Hmm,” moaning, I palm his cock over his slacks and squeeze. “Seeing as I’m the one who got you in this situation,” my eyes trail to his as my fingers work at unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. “Maybe I should be the one to get you out of it.”

He grunts as my hand slides past the waistband of his boxers and grips his cock. “Fuck.” Hissing, he jerks his hips forward.

Slowly sinking to my knees, I keep eye contact with him as I pull his slacks and boxers down until they pool at his ankles.

Leaning on the heels of my feet, I lick my lips and divert my attention down to his cock to see the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Leaning forward, my tongue darts out and I get my first taste of the salty substance. Mumbling incoherent things under his breath, his fingers rake through my hair as his hips jerk forward.

Wasting not a second longer, I push forward and wrap my lips around the crown of his cock, sucking hard while my tongue swirls across his tip.

Looking up at him through my lashes, I see he’s leant over, one hand keeping him balanced on the wall, while the other grips my hair, his eyes piercing into me.

And very slowly, with my eyes still locked to his, I take his cock whole.

I start gagging once I feel his tip brush against the back of my throat, and I have to mentally tell myself not to pull away.

Opening my throat up to him more, it allows his cock to reach further down my throat than he ever has done before. My nails dig into his thighs as my nose brushes against his pelvis.

Holy fuck.

Then I pull back, releasing his cock with a gasp. But it’s not out of my mouth for long before I’m closing my lips around it again.

“Baby,” he groans, tightening his grip on my hair. “If you carry on sucking my cock like that, I’m gonna come… I can’t .”

Then come . That’s what I want to say, but I can’t exa ctly speak with a mouthful of cock. So, I do what any sane woman would, I suck harder.

I gag, I choke, and my eyes glisten with tears. And the sounds coming out of Greyson’s mouth right now, it’s like music to my fucking ears. I love that I’m the reason behind those gargled grunts, hissed out sighs, and mumbled curses.

Feeling his cock swell in my mouth, I gulp as he starts thrusting his hips faster. Stilling my movements, I allow him to fuck my mouth the way he wants.

And oh lord does he fuck my mouth.

I’m gagging, clawing at his thighs, and my eyes are streaming with tears. But I'm loving every second of it. He’s going relentless, at a speed that would get him pulled over if he were driving down the highway. Okay, maybe that’s a little excessive, but it’s close to the truth.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, pulling his cock from my mouth. I blink up at him as I inhale oxygen into my lungs. “I know I said hard no to sex in public,” gripping my arms, he pulls me to my feet. “But I need to be inside you, baby.”

“We don’t have a condom.” I say, matter of factly.

His jaw clenches, but then his face lights up as he walks toward one of the cupboards and rummages inside it.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting this,” spinning, he holds a foiled wrapper in his hand and grins. “Now, lay down on the gurney.”

Gulping, I comply and walk over to the gurney. Lowering myself down, I sit sideways with my legs dangling off the edge.

Stalking toward me, he tears the wrapper with his teeth, and I watch with a bated breath as he rolls the condom onto his cock.

Fuck. Are we really about to do this…in h ere?

Standing between my legs, he grips my hips and shovels me back slightly before lifting my feet and pressing them flat against the edge of the gurney causing my knees to open outward.

Lifting my skirt over my hips, the sudden sound of a tear has me furrowing my brows. But then I realize why when I look down. He’s fucking ripped a cock size hole at the center of my tights.

What. The. Fuck.

Pulling my thong to the side, he inhales sharply. “Fuck, look how soaked you are.” Pressing the pad of his finger against me, he pulls it away and shows me.

His finger is glistening.

And I’m not even ashamed.

Grunting, he palms his cock and strokes it a few times before slapping the tip down onto my clit making me moan. I watch with lustful eyes as he slides the tip of his cock up and down my slit, coating the condom in my juices and teasing my clit more.

“Please, Greyson.” I beg. I need to feel him inside me.

He looks at me, licks his lips and then thrusts his whole cock inside until we’re skin to skin. I cry out, my walls clenching and unclenching around him.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he says, placing his palm over my mouth. “You don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?”

Shaking my head frantically, I groan into the palm of his hand. I can’t keep quiet. And it’s his fault. The way he’s slamming into me so damn hard is making it difficult not to be vocal.

Placing both my legs over his shoulder, he wraps his arm around them, keeping them in place while his cock goes deeper and deeper. Pinching my clit between his fingers, my back arches off the gurney and my eyes roll back.

“See how well you take me?” He thrusts harder making me cry out.

I glance down to where we connect as his cock thrusts inside me again. I’m close. So fucking close.

“I can feel you gripping my cock,” thrust . “You want to come baby?” Thrust .

“Please.” I whimper into the palm of his hand.

Pressing his thumb against my clit, he rubs viciously as his thrusting becomes more erratic.

“I’m close too, baby.” He grunts, sweat beading across his forehead.

“Please, Greyson,” I beg. “Baby, please .”

The blacks of his eyes widen as he looks so intensely at me. And a wave of euphoria settles in my stomach, making me cry, moan, beg, and fucking plead as he breaks down my walls, thrust by thrust.

“I,” thrust . “Love,” thrust . “You.” Thrust .

Stilling his movements, his eyes pinch closed as his forehead presses against mine. His cock jerks inside me, and my walls clench as my orgasm, so intense, and so fucking powerful rips through me.

I cry out his name, but my moans are further silenced when he smashes his lips to mine.