The door of the changing room opened then, and a voice called out into the room.
"Yo, Connor. You showering?" It was one of the guys from the football team.
Connor broke the kiss and answered, "Ya. Just started. Need something?"
"Ah. Finish up! Coach said there's a photographer for the Witchling Games that wants to get you to model for the team."
I looked up to see Connor's frown as he looked at me. "Is it mandatory?"
"Not really, but it'll be a hell of a good opportunity. Plus, your girlfriend's being considered. Didn't you see how hot she looked in that photo trending on social media? You should totally get on that photoshoot before someone else gets to be all boo'd up with her in the group shots. I think they're gonna try and get you, Finnick, Jax, and Kaito on board. They're talking with Master ZenSu now, actually," he explained. "Want me to vouch for you before they give it to someone else?"
"If Brianne's joining, then yes," he declared with a deep voice, his eyes still locked with mine. "I'll be a bit though."
"No rush! I'll let them know you're wrapping up your workout and need to shower!"
"Cool. Thanks."
"No problem, man. I got your back. See you in a bit!" He was gone as the door closed shut. The sound of the lock suddenly flicking seemed to echo through to my ears as the stream of cold water felt like sizzling heat while my gaze continued to peer into Connor's eyes.
"You accepted a photo contract?"
"Not yet," I answered calmly. "Aurora's working on the details. I haven't agreed yet. I wanted to ask you guys first."
He didn't seem very pleased with the news, but he shrugged. "You don't need to ask us permission."
"I know, but you don't look happy about it either." I voiced my obvious observation.
We stared at one another for what felt like forever, the sound of the stream drowning out my rapid heartrate. I couldn't keep the silence as the intense energy palpating between us grew stronger.
"Why did you bring me to the shower out of all the places?"
"Someone was coming."
"And we needed to hide because?"
"I didn't want anyone seeing you."
"Why? I'm not naked," I huffed and gave him an eye roll. My dismissive manner seemed to annoy him further as he pressed me against the tile wall, which left him being drenched by the stream of water while his hooded eyes slowly took in my dripping wet body.
There was literally no way around him, his body blocking the exit as his hand pressed against the tiles at the side of my head.
"You don't realize, do you?"
"Realize what?" I muttered as my eyes lowered to his lips while my brain was acknowledging how tempting they looked.
"How you're the talk of the school?"
"I know that already," I voiced and bit my bottom lip.
"Stop doing that," he grumbled.
"What?" My eyes lifted up to meet his once more.
"That."
"Connor," I whispered, my voice a little too soft-spoken as if I were out of breath. "You're gonna have to elaborate with m-"
He gave up whatever game he was trying to play and smashed his lips against mine. My body felt like it was coming to life from the fierce movement of his hot lips. The intense charge of sexual energy thrummed through us as his hand began to tug my ponytail out of my wet locks that fell like a drenched mop.
I didn't see why he did that until his hands began to move through them like a comb, all while his body pressed me further against the tiled wall. His knee was between my legs, which made me moan as my shorts pressed against my entrance.
The way I moaned was like a musical gasp and he took every advantage as his tongue slipped into my mouth and began to explore as his hands moved down my body. He impressed me when he somehow managed to unhook the sports bra with one strap, leaving me mentally proud of myself for choosing this branded bra rather than the standard ones that were a struggle to take off.
He tossed the black bra elsewhere. My girls were now free to be fondled by him.
"Arms up," he ordered with that seductively deep voice of his that made me want to do whatever he asked me to. My arms were up and crossed at my wrists, and he placed his right hand over them, but not too high on my wrists that he couldn’t clearly see the tattoo that shimmered slightly.
He kissed me again before he decided to tell me what he was thinking as his left hand began to massage my right breast.
"It drives me fucking mad when all those horny assholes fantasize about you when you're ours," he practically growled against my lips. "Masturbating with your picture as their screensavers and talking shit in the locker rooms to tick me off. Now they're all down with this new tattoo on your wrist because it only confirms that you're ours."
He moved his head away from my lips as he moved to kiss the very spot that was still sensitive. I shivered as lips brushed along it and his tongue licked it slowly before he moved down my arms. Suddenly, he was kissing me possessively.
"They dream about you when you’re in our bed at night," he muttered. "They wish to hear you moan when we get to listen to those perfect sounds escape your addicting lips."
His free hand left my breast to move down my stomach before slipping into my tights. I moaned when his large hand cupped my entrance, and he moaned and kissed my neck before sinking his teeth slightly into my flesh while he began to move his hand along my folds to further arouse me.
"If only they could hear the way you moan just for us," he stated as a finger slipped right into my hot pussy, leaving me to moan in relief from the desperate, pounding ache he'd been triggering all damn morning with his hot grunts and attractive body that had been taunting me all workout long.
"Feel the way your pussy hugs our fingers," he continued and began to move his finger in and out while his thumb would occasionally tease the bud of my clit. He captured my lips once more, the kiss more heated - desperate even - to leave me breathless while his finger moved faster.
He waited for me to be wet to slip in another finger, and I moaned loudly as he broke the kiss to fully focus on my aroused expression while his fingers worked their magic.
"If they could see the lust and hunger in those beautiful orbs of yours," he whispered as he admired me and fucked me even faster. I bit my lip and braced for what surely would be an orgasm as my pussy quivered around his thrusting fingers.
"Let me hear you, Brianne," he ordered as he moved close to kiss my neck just as his fingers sank deeply enough to trigger my orgasm as I came. My moan was loud and echoed around the room, but I knew it wasn't enough for Connor as he slipped his fingers out and tugged my shorts down.
"They don't get to see this glistening pussy," he vouched as he further spread my legs after lifting each foot up to remove the shorts from my ankles. He began kissing the inner sides of my legs, leaving me to quiver as I kept my arms up at his previous request.
He looked up as he reached between my legs, enjoying the way my chest moved up and down, my breathless exhales, and how my eyes practically begged him to do what he was thinking.
I'd never been so turned on like this. So desperate to be teased, let alone pampered by his tongue. It was an exhilarating feeling that made my body tingle with want, and he knew that only he could do that for me. Not one of his football colleagues.