As he pounded into her, he hit a sweet spot inside of her, and her legs trembled. She clenched her stomach as the waves of euphoria exploded from her core.
“Yes!” The sensations escalated as he applied more pressure to her aching button, rubbing faster. He coiling tension within set her head spinning as she hung over the abyss. Her fingernails drug across the lockers’ worn paint enamel as her orgasm ripped through her. “Ah! Holden…coming!”
“Good.” His voice sounded strained and husky as he pressed down against her clit with his index finger.
Tiny aftershocks sent torrents of bliss through her body even as she hung limply in Holden’s grasp. She adjusted her hands, desperately trying to use the lockers for leverage so she didn’t crumble on the floor like a wrung-out napkin. Her body jerked forward with every powerful thrust he rammed into her.
Her breathing regulated as she caught her second wind. Holden’s size being what it was, his current tempo would have been punishing if she hadn’t already come, but her soaking-wet cunt tingled with sensitivity. Every movement brought tiny orgasmic surges. She wanted to push back and participate more, but her unsteady legs quaked. Using all of her strength, she struggled to hold her weight without falling forward on her face. Holden grabbed her arms a few inches below the shoulders and hauled her upright before pulling off sort of graceful spin that ended with him seated on the bench and her impaled on his dick.
“Oh fuck!” She gasped as her rear plopped down on his lap. He held her tight, allowing her a few seconds to find her bearings before he grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs while pulling her knees as close to her chest as he could. “Ah…so deep!” Her mouth wide in the shape of an O, she panted and writhed as he battered into her with incredible force.
The new position aimed his cock straight at her sweet spot, allowing him to stab and stroke with precision. His hips moved with gusto, and she placed her hand over her mouth to prevent anyone from hearing her wail with pleasure. Her eyes watered as guttural sounds stuck in her throat. He bucked faster and harder, grasping her breast and pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her jaw dropped on a moan.
“Nuh…sto…please.” She attempted to put on the brakes but was too far gone to choke out the right words. He rammed his cock into her until she was a senseless, thrashing mess. “No!”
Without slowing down for a second, he pressed his lips to her ear. “Just trust me, love. I want you to let it all go.”
No matter if she wanted to or not, there was no turning back at this point. The build-up of excitement and adrenaline whirled her at full tilt. She threw her arm back behind Holden’s neck as two more direct hits set off skyrockets behind her eyes and a spout of orgasmic fluid flooded from her pussy. The force would have likely pushed him right out of her if he hadn’t grabbed her around the waist and thrust his cock in as far as he could. He climaxed with a loud grunt as he shot his seed. After releasing her legs from a grip so tight red marks remained on her thighs, he slumped over, resting his head on her shoulder. His chest heaved in time with hers, and their steamy skin seemed to meld together.
Mary Allison felt as limp as a shaken ragdoll, barely able to think straight, but somehow their bodies managed to prop each other up long enough for the two of them to come down from their blissful highs. Holden regained his strength first, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her shoulder and collarbone. “Mmm, baby! So wet and hot. You were terrific.”
“You too.” She gulped air; her eyes half-closed as she leaned against him. Slowly, her blood pressure dropped into the normal range, and she remembered the horrid mess she had made from coming so hard. Her face flushed as her eyes widened. She glanced down at the puddle on the floor and pressed her front teeth into her bottom lip. The wheels in her head started turning. How can I clean up without him noticing? It’s not as bad as I feared—at least my come squirted far enough not to soil the pants bunched up around his shoes.
Steadying her feet on the ground, she felt like a newborn colt while unraveling their interlocked bodies. She stood, placing her arms out on either side until she regained her balance. She strolled over to the showers and turned on the water. She wasn’t crazy about the idea of cleaning herself up in a high school locker room without flip-flops but she couldn’t very well leave the room with her body in such a state.
As she schlepped toward the sinks, she found Holden holding a handful of paper towels while stooping down to clean up her mess. Her lower lip pushed up in dismay as her eyes bulged. “I’ll do that!”
“I got it already, babe.” His voice sounded casual and unaffected, but Mary Allison was still mortified.
As he stood up to throw the paper towels away, she wagged her head, her mouth agape. “I cannot believe you did that!”
“Are you kidding me? I’ll take responsibility for something that awesome anytime. I couldn’t be prouder.” He grinned, lifting and dropping his eyebrows.
“Men!” She grumbled under her breath as she squirted a handful of soap from the dispenser into her palm and some snatched
