Chapter 5: Playboy on all Fours🥵

[Kyla]

I waited until the locker room cleared out completely. I sat on the bench, pretending to re-tie my sneakers three times, listening for the last sound of footsteps fading down the hallway. When the exit door finally clicked shut, I let out a long breath.

Finally. Alone.

I stood up, stripped off my sweaty gear, and walked into the shower bay. I turned the handle all the way to the left, letting scalding hot water blast out of the shower head. Steam quickly filled the tiled space, wrapping around me like a thick cloud. I leaned my forehead against the wet tiles, closing my eyes and letting the heat wash down my back.

I just needed to wash off the sweat, the headache, and the filthy image of Leo’s mouth that had been burning in my brain all afternoon.

"Thought you said you were in a hurry to leave."

My eyes snapped open. I spun around so fast my foot nearly slipped on the slick tiles.

Leo was standing right in the entrance of my stall. Steam rose around his broad, bare chest, and water dripped from his dark hair down his chest and abs. He wasn't wearing anything except a wet pair of shorts, and he was blocking my only exit.

"What the fuck, Leo?" I gasped, my heart slamming into my throat. "I thought everyone left!"

"Everyone else did," Leo said smoothly. He stepped right under the stream of hot water, backing me straight into the wall until my spine hit the wet ceramic tiles. "I saw you waiting around. Thought you were waiting for me."

"I was not waiting for you," I barked, trying to keep my voice hard while my lower half twitched instantly at his closeness. "Look, about the stuff that happened... it was a mistake, alright? A stupid, drunken, one-time accident. You caught me off guard in the dark."

Leo tilted his head, his dark eyes trailing slowly down my chest, stopping right at my waist. "An accident?"

"Yes! An accident!" I insisted, pressing myself as flat against the wall as I could. "I am straight, Leo. Strictly fucking straight. So just back off and let me finish my shower."

Leo didn't back off. Instead, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. He stepped closer, the heat radiating off his body mixing with the scalding shower water.

"You keep saying that, Ky," he whispered, dropping down to his knees right in front of me.

"Leo, wait…"

His hands clamped onto my bare thighs, his rough palms sending an electric shock straight through my skin. Before I could step back, Leo slid his hands up to my ass, gripping me tight and pulling me flush against his wet face.

Completely exposed under the cascading water, my dick twitched violently, already half-hard and leaking pre-cum into the steam right in front of his lips.

"Look at you," Leo growled softly, staring at my dick. "So straight."

"Fuck you," I whimpered, but the words had zero bite.

Leo leaned forward taking his sweet, excruciating time. He pressed his wet, warm lips against the inside of my right thigh, making my breath hitch sharply. Then he moved to the left thigh, kissing a line straight up toward my hip.

"Leo... please," I whined, my hands clutching at his shoulders for balance.

His hot tongue snaked out, licking a wet path all the way up the underside of my shaft, right to the tip. He lapped up the bead of pre-cum, swirling his tongue around the head until my knees buckled.

"Mmm..Fuck, Leo…" I gasped out loud, my back arching off the wall. "Don't tease me... just…"

Suddenly, the outer door of the locker room swung open with a loud screech.

CLANG.

I froze. Every drop of blood in my body ran straight to ice. Footsteps echoed against the concrete floor outside the shower bay.

"Hey, anyone still in here?" Jax’s voice echoed down the hall. "I think I dropped my car keys near my locker.” He muttered.

Pure, unadulterated terror hit me. If Jax walked around the corner, he would see the team captain on his knees under the running water, right between his quarterback’s legs.

I slammed both hands over my mouth, suffocating a scream, and stared down at Leo with wide, frantic eyes. I tapped his shoulder desperately, trying to signal him to move, to hide, to stop.

Leo looked up at me through the falling water and gave me a dark, filthy wink. Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed my entire dick straight down to the base in one smooth, ruthless gulp.

"MMMPH!"

A muffled scream choked in the back of my throat behind my own palm. My eyes literally rolled back into my head. The sensation of his hot, tight throat clamping around my cock while footsteps paced just twenty feet away was so intense it almost made me faint.

Jax’s sneakers squeaked against the tile outside. "Guess not," he muttered to himself. A locker door opened and slammed shut.

Meanwhile, Leo was ruining me non stop. He set a brutal, deep pace, his head bobbing up and down, his nose pressing into my pubic hair with every stroke. His hands locked onto the back of my thighs, holding me tight against his mouth. His tongue worked the underside of my shaft with every slide, sucking so hard my hips shuddered uncontrollably.

I had my hand pressed so hard over my face I could barely breathe. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.

Mmph... fuck... mmph! I moaned desperately into my palm, my body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Every muscle in my legs vibrated. I wanted to scream his name, I wanted to tell him he was insane, but all I could do was stand there and let him devour me while my best friend searched for his keys down the hall.

"Ah, found 'em!" Jax’s voice called out.

The locker room door creaked open again and slammed shut with a final thud.

The second the door locked, my hand ripped away from my face.

"AH! FUCK, LEO!" I screamed out, throwing my head back against the tiles. "Oh god, yes! Sucking... suck it, fuck!"

Leo didn't slow down for a second. With the threat gone, he went wild. He pulled off my tip just enough to swirl his tongue greedily around the sensitive head, then shoved me back down his throat, swallowing me whole over and over again. The wet, messy sounds of his mouth mixed with the roar of the shower water.

"Leo... I’m gonna come! I’m fucking coming!" I sobbed out, my hands digging into his wet hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. "Swallow it... please, Leo, swallow it all!"

Leo grunted into my lap, sucking even harder, his hand reaching up to massage my balls.

That was the final straw. My stomach seized up tight, and my dick throbbed violently inside his mouth. I exploded, shooting thick, hot waves of come straight down his throat.

"AHHH! LEO!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the shower walls as my legs completely gave out.

Leo held me up by my hips, taking every single spurt without flinching. He swallowed continuously, his throat working around my length until I was completely empty, trembling and sobbing against the wall. He licked the head clean with long, slow strokes before finally letting me slip out of his mouth with a loud, wet pop.

He sat back on his heels, breathing heavily, wiping a stray drop of my come off his chin with his thumb and licking it off.

"Still straight, Ky?" he asked, his voice low and thoroughly satisfied.

I couldn't even answer. I couldn't even speak.

An hour later, I was back in my dorm room.

I hadn't even turned on the lights. I was pacing back and forth across the hardwood floor like a caged predator, my chest heaving, my damp hair sticking to my forehead.

My mind was a complete, chaotic disaster.

I was almost caught. Jax was literally right outside. If he had walked in, my football career would be over. My reputation would be destroyed. My whole life would have flipped upside down.

And yet... as I paced back and forth, dragging my hands through my hair, I knew the absolute scariest part.

When Jax was standing outside that door, and Leo swallowed me whole... I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to take me harder. I liked the danger. I loved his mouth. I was completely, hopelessly hooked on the way his throat felt around my dick.

I stopped pacing in the middle of the dark room, staring at my hands. They were still shaking. My lower half was still humming with residual heat.

I kicked my desk chair, sending it sliding across the room with a loud crash.

"Fuck," I swore into the quiet room, dragging a hand over my face.

I wasn't straight. I couldn't keep lying to myself anymore. I didn't give a damn about girls anymore. All I could think about was Leo's hands, his mouth, and the wicked look in his eyes when he owned me.

Fuck being straight. I needed more.