Then I hear the whistle blow and the guys on the field get down to business. They brought in a few guys to do some blocking, passing, and running drills and they work their way through the process over the next thirty minutes or so.
And then I hear the whistle again and the makeshift practice is over. I lead the golf-clap before climbing back down the bleachers.
I notice that the weekend warriors that Jake was working out with all head back out to the parking lot. Jake headed back inside. Probably to shower. That gives me a naughty idea.
Crossing the field, I slip into the building. If there’s one football field I know by heart, it’s Riley.
So many of my Friday nights were spent here. I know my way around by heart. I enter the building. A waiting area to my right is where they used to make friends and family wait until after the post-game interviews were completed. This place was always a zoo on Friday nights. But there’s nobody here right now. Not in the middle of a Thursday afternoon.
I make my way further into the building. On the left I pass some small offices, nodding to anybody who looks up. So far, though, there isn’t a single eyebrow raised in suspicion.
Which makes my pulse go faster, because I know that I’m almost to the locker room in the back where the showers are.
Did I ever have shower sex after the game? Obviously not. I was the nerd girl. But I’m not the nerd girl anymore. But one time, I did sneak back here when they kept Jake late for extra interviews and saw him in the shower.
It resulted in fun dreams for the rest of the semester.
I pause in front of the locker rooms when that familiar smell hits me. Sweat, body spray, and adrenaline. Ugh.
And also, there is steam coming out from under the shower in the back of the room. I slip in.
I’m greeted by the sound of water hitting the tile floor and the place is super steamy. I sneak further in, knowing that it’s impossible for him to hear me coming with the noise of the water hitting the floor.
Then I stop near some shelves. I strip, my heartbeat pounding with excitement as I peel off my panties and bra. In fact, I can barely hear the sound of Jake showering over my own racing pulse. I’m already wet with excitement as I tiptoe the last few steps and open the door.
There in all his naked glory is Jake Mann. I would be lying my own ass off if I said I haven’t dreamed this exact scenario a thousand times in high school.
My entire body tingles with excitement as I stare at his ass while he soaps up his rock-hard biceps.
My body is pulsing with excitement and I know that I’m already dripping wet when I step all the way inside and allow the shower door to close, letting Jake know that he’s not alone.
Jake turns to see who’s sneaking up on him. His expression is priceless, a look that has a mixture of both outrage and curiosity that instantly changes to something else entirely.
His new expression is hot. Raw hunger shines at me through his crystal blue eyes. Then his lip curls up into a look of pure unadulterated lust that brings a new wave of excitement through my pulsing core.
I bite my lip as I step forward.
Jake meets me. He drops to his knees and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it.
I moan into the steam. I hear my voice, dripping with want, echoing through the locker room.
Jake sucks harder, the sensation already causing my pleasure to build.
He slips a finger into my already dripping wet pussy and I moan louder, hoping nobody else is around, but I’m too far gone to care.
I start bucking my hips at him while he sucks on my other nipple. Now his hand cups my ass, exploring. He’s owning me in so many ways at the same time. Like I always wanted. It’s almost too much.
“No,” he says, looking up at me.
“Yes,” I counter.
Instead of answering, he shoves me against the back wall of the shower, kissing me hard. He works my clit with his fingers until I get closer to climax.
I reach down and grab his rock-hard cock. My gaze drifts down to it and it’s huge. Thick, sharp, and ready. My lips curl into a smile. Now I know that this fantasy turns him on as much as me. Another moan escapes my lips, and he kisses me harder.
“Jake,” I whisper his name.
Just as I’m about to come, he removes his fingers and gives me a raunchy smile. “Stay,” he says. The order sends a rush of blood between my already throbbing legs. I don’t know how much more of this I can even take.
His tongue traces a line down my body, across both nipples, and then he continues further down.
He kneels again and this time his tongue enters my core, all while holding one of my hands pinned against the wall.
His tongue expertly flicks my clit. And just as I’m on the edge of the biggest climax of my life, he reaches his other hand up and grabs my nipple, kneading it and working it like he knows exactly how to push me over the edge. Like he’s been doing it his whole life. I spread my legs even wider for his tongue and arch my back.
The pleasure and the pain mix together, and I scream out his name. In response, he works my g-spot faster until I spasm helpless in his arms as he holds me up against the shower wall, bucking into his mouth as I come over and over again.
Chapter 31
Jake
Angie tastes so good. She’s screaming my name,
