Thirteen

Kian

The boys were hanging around the lockers when I arrived, some half-dressed and some walking around in towels. One of the guys scrubbed a hand against my buzzed hair as I passed while another tossed me a bottle of shower gel.

"You're so gonna get laid after this," another crooned, making a riding bull gesture.

I grinned, rolling my eyes as I stripped to my skin and palmed the metal push-tap. There was a brief blast of cold water, then the temperature heated against my skin. I dipped my head under the faucet and let the flow cascade down my body. Time ran away with me while I stayed under there, hitting the tap to keep up the constant flow. The laughter of the boys started to fade away as I became lost in my thoughts, replaying the whole game from start to finish in my mind. 

Whether it was on the playing field or inside the Cage, the euphoric feeling of victory was still the same. I needed to win. I had to chase the feeling like an addict needing a fix.

The scent of testosterone, sweat, masculine soap, and deodorant formed ninety percent of the air in here. The other ten percent was a mystery. It wasn't until a pair of soft, feminine fingers slid around my waist and delved straight for my family jewels that I recognized who it belonged to.

"You're so hot, Kian," head cheerleader, Stacey Rayne, spoke.

My eyes sprang open as her fingers curled around the girth of my shaft, causing me to suck in a shocked breath. She pressed herself flush against my body; the feel of her bare breasts seeped heat into my back as she began to stroke life into Kian Junior.

"Everybody has gone; it's just us," she assured me as if that was why I was so tense.

Blood raced straight to my dick, giving her a standing ovation. We really shouldn't be doing this, considering the fact that she was eighteen and should've been seeking out her mate. I knew that I couldn't be the man that she was looking for because I wasn't the first guy on the team that she showed an interest in. But boy was she hot! I felt her soft lips begin to press light kisses between my shoulder blades, her dexterous fingers sliding against the wetness of my length. My balls were tightening, boiling with the promise of a good fuck, my first, my victory dance here in the showers of the boy's locker room.

"You wanna do this in here?" I asked, my voice growing ragged through the loss of control.

Hell yeah, I wanted to fuck Stacey Rayne! I was one of the only guys on the team who hadn't.

I turned around to grab her around the waist and pull her toned body against me. She let out a pleasant squeak as I kissed her roughly, claiming her mouth with my tongue. It was an awkward, clumsy kiss that would've been sloppy and wet if we weren't already in the shower. I had kissed plenty of girls. Too many in the past couple of years. I've had one attempted fuck, a mind-blowing blowjob under the table of the Roughnecks clubhouse on my sixteenth birthday from some pass-around that Jaxton paid, and I got to second base with a Wolf shifter who flung herself at me one night after I won a fight in the Cage. But this was it! I was going all the way with Stacey. But first thing's first, I wanted to eat her sweet pussy.

She pulled back, placing the tip of her forefinger onto my lips. "I'll help you relax," she promised, sinking down to her knees.

Wow! I thought, leaning my back against the cold tiles while the blonde bombshell swallowed the length of my cock down her throat. Flashing lights burst in my vision like fireworks, her hot mouth feeling as smooth as silk and that skilled tongue lapping against the crown of my cock like a wild creature. Stacey Rayne was gifted in all ways sexual, and my god, was she good at giving head.

My chest heaved with each ragged pant, my ball sack pulling tightly against my body as if it were holding on for dear life. She had me bracing the tiles with one hand while gripping a handful of her soaked blonde hair with the other.

"Fuck, Stacey, you're gonna make me cum," I warned. "At least let me return the favor."

I wasn't an asshole, not one who was all take, take, take, and give nothing back. I wanted the first time I came to be buried to the hilt inside a tight, wet pussy, not expel too soon and fire at her tonsils.

She hummed as she pulled back, letting my cock slip from her mouth with a pop. The strings of saliva were washed away with the flow of the shower, which had now dropped to a tepid temperature.

My cock sprang back to full salute, engorged and ready to pierce straight through her sparsely haired pussy that was probably dripping wet on the inside and out. I pulled her up and against me, rough kissing her and tasting my salty pre-cum on her tongue. My kisses trailed down the curve of her shoulder as my hands fondled the soft globes of her breasts. They were so fucking big that I couldn't even contain them with my large hands. Her pink nipples were as hard as pebbles as I sucked them into my mouth, in turn, giving equal attention to both, puckering them into stiffened peaks that when let go pointed directly at me. My cock and her tits knew exactly what they wanted.

"Kian," she breathed my name as I continued the journey south, then muscled my shoulders between her legs and made her squeal when I hoisted her up against the tiles, my broad shoulders taking all her weight. My nose was an inch away from her swollen lower lips, her legs spread out so that it gave me a beautiful view of her wide-open flower. My eyes closed as I went in for a taste, the scent of her musk filling my lungs as I dragged my tongue along the full length of her heated slit.

"Tastes so fucking beautiful," I growled as she mewled like a dirty whore, my tongue flicking against her solid clit while she fisted my scalp.

There was nothing for her to hang on to, apart from resting back against the cold tiles and feeling everything that I was giving to her, and boy did I feast on her pussy. Her legs began to shake hard as she came — once, I wasn't done; twice, still busy eating; a third time, all she could do was whimper and writhe against me, probably way too sensitive at this point. I growled as I lapped greedily, my tongue stroking the inner walls of her flooded channel while rubbing my nose against her pulsing clit, the best fucking thing I had ever tasted. But she wasn't mine because I would've felt something more than the urge to fuck hard.

"God, Kian, I can't stand," she whimpered as her feet touched the floor.

"Get on your knees," I rasped, helping her find a comfortable position as I mounted her from behind.

"Take this," she said while handing me a blue-foiled packet. "You're not fucking me without wearing one of those," she warned, deadly serious.

Her naked body trembled as she braced herself on the wet, textured floor, which was gonna leave tiny round indents on our knees from the nonslip surface. I tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth, then proceeded to sheath the moist rubber over my manhood. Now that my wetsuit was fully secured, I lined up the head of my cock against her sensitive pussy and pushed my way to seventh heaven. Heat enveloped my cock, sucking me right down to the base of my balls. Her muscles clenched as my hips met with her ass, holding me there as if gluing us together.

Stacey ground her ass against me like the dirty little minx that she was. "Fuck me hard, Kian."