Jock Locked High Novels & Stories

Jake thought he was alone. He sat on the wooden bench in front of his locker, legs spread wide, his football shorts pushed down just enough to free his thick cock. His hand moved in fast, greedy strokes. The vein along the underside of his shaft pulsed under his fingers as he jerked himself hard, eyes half-closed, head tilted back against the cold metal locker door. A low, rough grunt escaped his throat every few pumps. "Fuck... yeah..." he muttered under his breath, lost in it.

The drive to his dorm was torture—his hand between my legs, fingering his own load back inside me the whole way, promising more. By the time we reached his room, I was in full heat again, begging for his cock. He threw me on the bed, spread my legs wide, and sank back in with one thrust, starting the real breeding all over again. The team had no idea their golden alpha jock was balls-deep in his omega teammate right under their noses. And from the way Jax fucked me like he wanted to ruin me for anyone else, I knew this secret was about to get a lot harder to keep.

Hopefully the steam would hide some of the action. Looking over my shoulder into the men's shower, I saw Jack, the morning manager, standing against the glass, watching the action. He was obviously enthralled, watching me plow this hot babe in the middle of the gym at 6:30 in the morning. I pressed one finger to my lips, shushing him, and started to really hammer away at her, giving him an eyeful. I could see he was stroking his own cock, which was sticking out the leg of his shorts.

Then he looked down at what he tripped on, it was a rope tied to cause a person to trip. He grunted in anger and looked up. Just then, Jade jumped down from where she had been hanging onto his shoulders, wrapping her arms and legs around his neck as tightly as she could. However, he gripped her by her jacket and threw her to the floor. She stood up again but he gripped her neck and pushed her against a wall. Jade struggled to breathe as she kicked and clawed at him but his grip was just too strong.

JAX I want to tear this dude’s fucking face off right now. It’s taking everything I have to hold my wolf at bay while I keep him pinned against the wall by the throat, trying to piece together in my mind what the fuck just happened. This guy is a reserve squad recruit- I think his name is Tommy or Tony or something? And I could’ve sworn he was dating Quinn’s friend from Stillwater, so why the hell would he be putting the moves on Quinn?

I felt my nipples harden and hoped that it didn’t show but seeing as his look turned dark, I knew he had seen it. He wasn’t completely buff, but had a lean built, with powerful biceps that he’d acquired after hours and hours of slamming the puck into the net. I’d seen him naked before but did not notice the details. The slender waist or the broad shoulders. The tats on his arms and back added to the danger factor. “I dare you to...” his voice was a low baritone, “take off your shorts.” If I did that, I’d be left wearing only the thin crop-top and my underwear.

"Alright, Hawks! Let's move out! Time to get that cup!" Julian stood up smoothly. He picked up his heavy hockey stick with a iron grip, shoved his helmet over his head, and locked the visor down. He didn't say a single word, but the terrifying aura of the Ice King radiated from him so strongly that the players around him instinctively gave him a wide berth.

"Be careful. I don't want you limping for the wrong reasons." "I'm a junior high coach. I'm used to putting jokers in their place without actually hurting them." Jake turned as the room exploded with warnings and worries. No one was going to hurt Marc. He was soon to be family.

He groans into my ear. “Do not hold back, love. I want to see you all over my cock.” That is all it takes to break me. Bumps sprout up my skin, and the pleasure crashes through me, all-consuming. My back arches off the couch, body trembling as I unravel around him. He curses under his breath, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he groans deeply, releasing into the condom, holding me tightly. My hands are around him too until he pulls out, kissing my jaw.

The fabric tore with a sharp sound, and the shredded panties dropped to the tiled floor between my feet. I felt so exposed, my pussy already slick and throbbing from the adrenaline and the way they’d both been watching me during the game. Jake pressed forward, his heavy body pinning me harder against the lockers. The metal clanged softly behind me. I could smell him, sweat, grass, and that clean scent of victory, and it made my head spin. He reached down with one hand, popped the button on his pants open, and shoved them just low enough. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already rock-hard and flushed dark at the tip.