I swear I’m drooling as I watch him peel off his T-shirt, showcasing his very fit physique. The man sure knows how to take good care of himself. I wonder if he would let me lick chocolate off of him. It would be an interesting experience.
“You getting in with your clothes on?” His voice startles me from my thoughts.
I blush but start to undress. He takes my clothes from me, hiding them under the towels before he pulls me into the shower, shutting the curtain behind us.
“You have to be very quiet. Anyone can come in at any time, and girls aren’t allowed in here,” he tells me.
That should change my mind, but it doesn’t. If anything, the threat of getting caught has me burning hotter for Kellan.
“Guess you’ll have to do your best to make me scream then, won’t you, hotshot?”
I see the challenge flash behind his eyes. I smirk at it. I loved our first time. It was sweet and proved to me that he feels very strongly for me. He hasn’t said the L-word yet, but I know it’s there. Just like it sits inside of me as well.
I don’t want that right now, though. I want dirty, feral Kellan. The man he can be when he is passionate. I’ve seen it on the ice. Now I want to see what that man can do to my body.
He pushes me back against the shower wall, making me hiss at the coolness of it. He doesn’t stop, though. His lips fall on mine, silencing the last bit of sound as he begins to kiss me like his life depends on it.
My leg comes up to circle his hip, grinding against his hard cock. He presses in closer to me, giving me the friction I needed.
I moan against his mouth, but he smothers the sound. After several minutes of grinding, he stops, pulling back.
“Turn around, hands on the wall,” he demands.
My body practically jumps to do his bidding. I hear the curtain move, making my core clench at the thought that someone might be out there.
After a moment, I hear the telltale sign that he is opening a condom. Then he is at my back, his cock running through my wetness.
“So ready for me,” he mumbles, kissing the side of my face. Then his hand comes up, covering my mouth. “Can’t have you letting the whole dorm know whose cock you love. Gotta keep that good girl reputation intact,” he whispers, sliding his cock inside my pussy.
I moan, pushing back against him. His free hand slides between me and the wall, rolling my nipple between his fingers as he sets a slow, steady pace.
“Such a dirty girl. You didn’t hesitate to come in here with me. You love being dirty for me, don’t you, beautiful?”
I can’t respond to him. All I can do is pant against his hand.
I hear the main door open and the sound of soft footsteps on the tile. I clench against him.
“There’s someone in here with us. You want them to hear you?”
I let out a little squeak, biting down on his hand. He hisses but starts fucking me harder. I’m sure the person can hear us, but after a few minutes, a toilet flushes before the door opens and closes again.
My toes curl as my orgasm rips through me.
“Fuck, so fucking tight. You’re strangling me,” Kellan grunts into my ear.
Two thrusts later, I feel him jerking inside of me, the movement causing me to moan as I feel my core clench against him.
He drops his hand from my mouth, wrapping his arms around me to hug me to his body as he kisses the side of my face.
We stay like that a moment, each breathing heavily. When he finally pulls back, he gently pushes me under the water. Then he methodically washes every part of me. Once we are done, he dries me just as gently and caringly as he washed me.
We don’t speak again until we are dressed and ready to head back to his room.
“I’ll drop this inside, then drive you home.”
I nod. “Okay.”
I wait for him outside his door as he drops his shower caddy and grabs his hockey bag. Then he takes my hand, leading me down the hall.
