The basketball team

The screen of my phone lit up the dim,shadowed corner of the locker  with a sharp,blinding glare.

My heart slammed against my ribs,hard enough to bruise, every drop of  blood in my body instantly ran cold.  Flashing across the display in bright, unyielding letters was a name that made the hot, sticky heat of orgasm curdle into sheer terror.

Dad.

He wasn't supposed to be back from the corporate retreat until Sunday night.  He was supposed to be three states away, sitting in a boardroom overlooking the Pacific, completely unaware that his best friend,Wade, had turned his only daughter into a pawn,and that the school's most arrogant playboy was currently standing between my thighs with my wetness still dripping from his fingers.

Aaron's smirk vanished instantly.  His dark eyes flicked down the screen, reading the name flashing in the dark.  The playful cocky dominance in his posture shifted, sharpening into something dangerous and calculating. 

"Well, well," Aaron murmured,his voice a low, hard hiss against my ear. "Looks like your father has terrible timing.  Or maybe divine intervention."

 He said as he snatched the phone off my grip.

"Give me that." I whispered,my voice shaking from panic and the aftermath of finger fucking as I lunged to grab the phone out  of his hand.

Aaron caught my wrist mid air  with effortless ease,pinning my arm back against the metal lockers.  

He didn't answer the call, but he didn't hang up either.  He just let it ring, the rhythmic buzzing  vibrating against my skin like a countdown to total annihilation.

"Ah-ah, ice queen," Aaron warned,his face inches from mine, his breath hot and smelling faintly of mint and danger. "You answer that call,you have to talk to him. And  what are you going to say? 'Hey dad, sorry I can't talk right now, I'm getting fingered in the boy's athletic locker room by the guy I hate the most, while Uncle Wade is sitting at home crying over a sex tape'?"

The cruelty of his words hit me like a physical blow.  Tears of pure frustration welled in my eyes, hot and heavy.  "You're a Devil."

"I'm a survivor," Aaron corrected softly, his thumb tracing a brutal, possessive line across my cheekbone, wiping away a tear before it could fall. "And right now, you're my survivor.  So here is what's going to happen.  You are going to take a breath,  fix your skirt, and let it ring out to voicemail.  Then,you are going to call him back five minutes from now while you are sitting innocently in the library like you've not just got fingered by your worst enemy on campus,pretending you were studying and didn't know when your phone rang."

Did he have to remind me what we just did again? I could feel my pussy clenching against its own will. I hated Aaron but did I hate how he made me feel? 

No. Fucking No.

We were yet to have sex yet,he was already proving he could beat Mr.  Wade in this sex game.

The phone finally stopped vibrating,the screen fading to black, leaving us wrapped in the heavy, suffocating silence of the locker room. But the reprieve lasted only a second. 

Right outside the heavy metal door, the distinct sound of echoing footsteps  and muffled voices bounced off the tiled hallway. 

Clank.  Footsteps.  Laughter. 

The locker room wasn't as empty as we thought.  Third period was about to  end, and the school varsity track team was  heading straight for the lockers. 

Aaron didn't panic. Instead, a slow, wicked thrill spread across his features.  Before I could process what he was doing, he hooked his arm around my waist,hoisted my entire body off the floor,and dragged me backward into the shadows  of the narrow storage alcove behind the athletic benches, kicking the heavy equipment curtain shut just as the locker room swung open.

The heavy metal door of the locker room banged open,slamming against the tiled wall with q concussive echo that rattled my teeth. 

"Alright, listen up! National finals are in three hours, I don't want any slacker on the court today!"

The booming, authoritative voice belonged to Coach Drey,but the collective groan that followed came straight from the varsity starting five. 

Heavy sneakers squeaked against the floor, and the chaotic din of the youthful athletes taking over a space filled the room, slammed locker doors, the clatter of gym bags and loud unfiltered banter.

Inside the cramped, shadowy equipment alcove, I was pressed flush against Aaron's chest. The curtain was barely a millimetre thick, separating us from  the entire basketball team. 

My heart was beating so violently against my ribs  I was certain everyone in the room could hear it. Aaron's hand was clamped firmly over my mouth, his fingers warm, rough and still reeking of my cum, while his other arm banded around my waist like a steel vice,holding me completely immobile against him.

His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light, entirely unbothered,a dangerous, amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He leaned down,  his warm breath ghosting against my ear.

"Not a peep sweetheart, he mouthed silently, his thumb sliding mockingly over my bottom lip.

Out on the main floor, the noise shifted.

"Hey, where the hell is Adams?" A voice called over the commotion.  It was Roonie,  Aaron's loud mouthed right hand man and the team's starting shooting guard. 

"The guy gives us a pep talk about crushing state university, and then he ghosts the pre game meeting?"

A few snickers rippled through the benches. 

"Relax, Roonie," another player yelled back, pulling a jersey over his head.  "He's probably off doing what he does best. You didn't see him walk in here ten minutes ago?"

The room went dead quiet. The sudden drop in ambient noise made my stomach plummet straight to my toes.

"What do you mean?" Roonie asked, his tone dropping into a sharp, knowing drawl.

"I mean, I saw him hauling the the Campus's one and only ice queen, JESSICA CONWAY  by the hand right into this sector." The player laughed, the sound echoing through the metal lockers.  "Guess the campus's newest power couple needed a little pre game warm up that doesn't involve a basketball."

A chorus of wolf whistles and groans  erupted across the room.

"No fucking way," Roonie breathed, a wicked edge to his laughter.  "Adams actually reeled her in after she publicly humiliated him? I gotta see this.  If he's hiding out in the back corridors, I'm calling him out. The whole gym is waiting for our star player."

Heavy, purposeful footsteps began to thud across the concrete floor, heading straight  toward our alcove.  My eyes widened in sheer panic. I clawed frantically at Aaron's arm, glaring at him with a look that screamed 'If they pull this curtain back, I am going to murder you in your sleep.'