Hitting It_Locker Room Diaries

by Kathy Lyons

  “Shhh,” he said, clearly knowing my thoughts were spinning.

  Then he lowered his mouth to mine, and this time, the press was harder. Firmer.

  I opened up to him. I wanted this. I wanted him. He pushed in immediately, thrusting his tongue in a way that made my belly clench and my breasts tingle. His was stroking me, coiling around my tongue, and then teasing the roof of my mouth. I’d never been kissed so thoroughly before. Never. And it was a head rush like no other. I could have done it for hours, and maybe we did.

  Eventually he pulled back. We were both breathing hard and I looked up into his eyes. The sun had set, so his face was in darkness, but I could feel his gaze burning through me. It was so weird, and yet so palpable, I lost my focus. My brain just splintered into nothingness.

  “Wow,” he said, his voice a hoarse rasp.

  “Wow,” I echoed because, yup, that was all my brain could do.

  “Um, I think we need to…um…”

  “Let’s sit down, okay? Just for a minute.” My legs were weak and my blood was whooshing through my body hard enough to make my head spin.

  “Good idea.”

  Yeah, except this was Ft. Lauderdale on spring break. There were people everywhere and not an unoccupied chair in sight. Then he gestured to a pier. People wandered over it—laughing and drinking—but underneath was empty, and he led me there. It was high enough that we could walk easily below it and he pulled me to a pillar on the sand.

  “We can sit here,” he said. “And look at the waves.”

  It was a nice night and relatively private in this tiny patch of darkness. He settled down with his back to the pillar and his face aimed toward the wind and the water.

  “Okay,” I answered as I kicked off my sandals and started to crouch down. I wouldn’t have anything at my back but—

  “No. Here,” he said as he tugged me between the V of his spread legs.

  Well, that was going to be intimate. And my mother would be appalled, but it was exactly what I wanted. So I gingerly settled between his legs and at his urging, I leaned back against him. He was so big that I fit nicely there. And if the hot brand of his penis against my bottom heated me, it also excited me beyond belief. I couldn’t stop thinking that he was a jock. Not just the normal high school quarterback, but someone headed toward professional baseball. A real athlete with a body like a Greek god. And he wanted me to sit between his thighs while his hard-on pressed into my backside.

  I had never felt so desired before. Add in the starlight and the waves, and the setting couldn’t be more magical. Even the steady noise of people above us added to the excitement. Bodies everywhere, but in this tiny space, I felt completely alone with him.

  As if echoing my thoughts, he spoke next to my ear. “They don’t even see us.” Then he pointed to a cluster of three people walking underneath the pier, just like we had. The group didn’t even turn. He’d found a shadowed area that only he had noticed.

  “It’s nice here,” I said as I dropped my head against his shoulder. The wind on my face was cooling even as his heat enveloped my body. He settled his hands on my hips, large and possessive. I didn’t mind. I liked that I felt surrounded by him.

  “We don’t have water like this in Nebraska. I never knew how soothing it is.”

  I listened to the steady beat of the waves, easy to hear even over the noise above us. Then I looked up to see the stars. Lots of light pollution here, but there were enough bright pinpricks showing through to make it delightful.

  “We don’t see stars like this in Indianapolis. Or if we do, I don’t notice.”

  “Too much time with your nose in a book?”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Or maybe I’m just so busy, I never stop like this. Get quiet.”

  “Yeah, me, too. Once, years ago, I fell asleep on the bleachers.”

  “You’re kidding. Didn’t your parents get worried?”

  He chuckled, and the sound rumbled from him into me. A sweet erotic feeling that had my toes curling into the sand.

  “It was summer, and I was old enough that they were used to me hanging out at the baseball field. I would play my game, then stay to watch the others. I sat at the top where the back is higher to keep people from falling off, and I just dozed off.”

  I nodded, readily able to imagine it. I had two brothers, after all, and they could sleep anywhere, at any time.

  “How late was it when you woke up?”

  “A little after ten. Not that late, but I remember opening my eyes and seeing the stars. So many filling the sky. It took my breath away.”

  I could imagine that in my mind’s eye. Better yet, I could look up into the starlight and see it for myself. “My parents would have freaked,” I said.

  “Mine did, too. And they got me a cell phone the very next day. So it worked out great for me.”

  I smiled at that, and when I felt his lips on my neck, every part of me stilled. The soft scrape of his teeth, the heated tease of his breath, and the slow shift of his hands across my lower belly. I let my head roll to the side, giving him full access to my neck and shoulder. I thought he might just go wild, but he didn’t. He continued the slow, gentle feasting that set my blood on simmer.

  Or maybe it was more than simmer, because all too soon my breath was short and my hands slid up his thighs to grip him. Part of me was still shocked by my own behavior. I didn’t kiss on the first date. I certainly didn’t sit under a pier and think about letting him touch me every way possible. But the feelings were real. The hunger so delicious, simply because I’d never felt it before. So intense, so pure. And when his hands slipped under my shirt, I shivered in delight.

  “Can I tell you something?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I said as his thumbs started moving back and forth on the underside of my bra. Each brush sent flares of heat through my chest that cut off any other attempt at language.

  “I’m usually a leg man,” he said. “Especially if you’re athletic. But the minute I saw you, I changed my mind.”

  “Sure you did,” I said, my tone laced with sarcasm. I just couldn’t believe that any man would change his preference based on my extremely average boobs.

  “I did,” he stressed. “And I’ll prove it to you.” Then he pressed a kiss to my jaw, right under my ear before whispering, “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

  Then before I could guess what he meant, he reached between my breasts and popped the clasp. I had no idea how he knew what kind of bra I was wearing, and no voice to ask. I simply gasped as he efficiently brushed the cups aside before lifting me in both his big hands.

  “I’ve been dying to do this all night,” he said as he rolled his thumbs over my nipples.

  Oh holy God, it was amazing. Sparks. Sparks everywhere bursting where he touched. And he had big hands, so he touched a lot of me. He held my breasts. He kneaded them. And he rolled the nipples between his fingers. He just played with them while I tried not to pass out from the pleasure. And all the while, he kept talking. Casual conversation about how much he loved touching me.

  “Your skin is so soft, I can’t really believe it. Like I’m touching baby powder. I know that sounds awful, but I don’t think I’ve ever touched anything so soft. And the size—”

  “You like small?” My words were breathless, and I couldn’t stop myself from arching more into his hands.

  “These aren’t small,” he said. “They’re the perfect handful. And a good weight.”

  I’d never had anyone lift my breasts as if weighing them, but he did. And he saved it from being weird by groaning deep in his throat. “You have no idea how much guys dream of doing just this. Just, you know, playing like this.”

  “Really?” I whispered.

  “Really,” he said. And then there was little talk because he was busy enjoying himself and my brain was fading out from the sensations.

  I needed to touch him, and gripping his legs wasn’t enough. So I reached up and back with one hand and wended my fingers
into his hair. He was still bent near my neck, and I felt his breath hot and sweet across my skin. I was so busy pulling his head toward me, I didn’t fully notice when his right hand left my breast to unbutton my jean shorts.

  Or perhaps that wasn’t true. I pretended not to notice because I wanted his hand there. I wanted him pushing down between my thighs and underneath the tight red lace.

  “I’ll stop if you want me to,” he said.

  “I’ve never done something like this before,” I whispered. “I’m a good Chinese girl who doesn’t even laugh loud.”

  “I know,” he stressed. Then he pushed one of his big, long fingers between my folds. “I know you haven’t, and I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

  He knew just what to do. He didn’t shove at my clit like he was drilling for oil. Instead, he took his time, rubbing me slowly as he rolled down between the folds until he pushed inside me. Then he reversed directions, coming out on an equally sweet stroke. My belly began to ripple, tightening unbearably as my breath stuttered in and out. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Right here in the open. But when I might have pulled in against him, he hooked his feet under mine. I was so involved in his stroking that this time, I really didn’t notice. Not until he worked his legs under mine and bent his knees. My legs just lifted up and fell open. Even if I’d wanted to, I didn’t have the inner-thigh strength to combat his muscular legs.

  There I was, draped open while his hand worked between my legs. His left hand continued to twist the nipple of my left breast, but his right hand was thorough as he stroked in and out of me. First one finger, then two.

  Everything was wet where he touched me. Everything slick and tingly.

  “Oh God.” I gasped. Two words in separate breaths.

  “Don’t worry,” he said against my temple. “I’ve got you. No one is looking. It’s just you, me, and the stars.”

  And his fingers doing such amazing things. Even so, I had to consciously push aside my shock at my own behavior. I had to allow myself to live in the pleasure of the moment while the tension in my belly coiled tighter and tighter. My eyes were closed now. I pressed back against him and pumped my hips up to his fingers. I had no control and no desire to stop the freight train of need he was building inside me.

  “Yes,” he murmured against my ear. “God, yes.”

  Exactly what I would have said if I’d had breath. Then he shifted his hand. I didn’t know what he was doing until suddenly he pinched my clit. Hard and sharp.

  “Oh!” I cried and I shot over the edge.

  I came so hard, I bucked like a wild thing. He kept me contained. His legs supported me below, while his left hand kept me pressed against his torso. But the other hand, that wicked right hand, pushed deep into me with three fingers. He shoved hard and kept them there while I writhed in ecstasy.

  And I kept contracting. Over and over. Orgasms don’t last that long for me, but this one did. Pulse after glorious pulse, while my mind shimmered with light. Flashes, peaks, all bursting behind my eyelids and down below as wave after wave rolled through me.

  Wow. Just wow.

  Eventually it faded. I held onto it as long as I could. I writhed on the pole of his fingers and wished it were something else. I wanted it to be that hard, hot part of him that still burned into my backside. He didn’t push. He let me bask in afterglow as long as I wanted.

  After a time, he pulled his hand out of my panties. He straightened his legs, so my knees were no longer spread to capacity. He even zipped up my shorts, though the rumble of the zipper set off extra sparks across my skin. And then he pressed a kiss to my temple. Or maybe a few dozen kisses. It took me a while to differentiate sensations and to realize he was grinning.

  “You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” My voice was throaty and still breathless.

  “Yup.” One word, but it was layered with laughter and a bit of smug joy.

  “Well,” I admitted. “You should be. That was pretty great.”

  I expected him to push for more then. After all, his penis was still very hot and hard. But he didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed content to just sit on the beach with me. The shadows felt absolute around us. The stars and the ocean somehow more present than the partiers who still wandered across the sand.

  I had the distinct feeling that tonight was a magical night. That he was the man who would make all my fantasies come true. All I had to do was be bold enough to ask. But was I that bold? Was I? Apparently so because the next words out of my mouth stepped into one of my favorite fantasies.

  “I need a shower.”

  I felt him flinch, the reaction as bold as if I’d slapped him. “What?” he said.

  I played back my words in my head and realized too late what that sounded like.

  “No, um. Not like that.” I took a deep breath and waded in. “What I meant was, would you like to take a shower with me? Like, um, back in my hotel room?”

  Chapter Four

  Rob

  I couldn’t believe she’d just said that and I struggled to get my “yes” out fast enough. Nothing like the image of getting wet with a hot Asian girl to short-circuit my brain. Better yet, it wasn’t just any Asian girl, but Heidi, who laughed at my jokes and was smarter than I’ll ever be.

  “Rob?”

  “Yes!” Okay, too rushed an answer, but forgivable. After all, this was Heidi who acted prim…except when she was in a wet T-shirt contest or coming all over my hand. She’d already blown my mind twice tonight, and it sounded like she wanted to do it again. Which had every cell in my body leaping into horndog territory. “I mean, um…”

  Don’t blow this. Don’t blow this.

  I took a steadying breath. “Yes. If you’d like to.”

  “I do,” she said, her face canting away but her eyes remaining on mine. It was a shy look for her, but one filled with mischief. And, incidentally, it was the same look she’d had on stage. The one that had made me so hard, I’d nearly poked a hole in my shorts.

  She fixed her bra—a crime, in my opinion—and started to stand up. I scrambled to help her, but she was all smooth grace where I felt clumsier than I’d ever felt in my life. God only knew if I’d be able to walk, given my current boner. Fortunately, I managed it. We linked hands and started moving. I was hyperaware of her wetness on my hand. No way was I wiping that off. It was ambrosia, pure and simple.

  We’d only gone a step or two when she stopped and looked back. Her sandals were still on the sand. So she bent over and nabbed them while I got punched by the dirty desire to fill her right there and then. The way she leaned down, I could have slipped behind her and just started pounding in. Well, except for our clothes and the people around us. I didn’t act on it, but that image filled my mind as we walked.

  We continued in silence, our fingers entwined while the wind blew strands of her dark hair across her cheeks. Long black hair that would spread like silk on a pillow. Or that I could fist in my hand as I screwed her against a wall.

  Jesus, my brain was stuck on graphic. She was a nice girl. I already knew that. Just like I knew this was way beyond the norm for her. But that made it all the sweeter. A magical spring break for us both.

  “It’s right over there,” she said, gesturing to her hotel. “Let me see what Sam’s doing.”

  Sam? It took a moment for me to figure out who she was talking about. Then I remembered the best friend. I waited, trying not to look awkward, while Heidi pulled out her phone and quickly tapped out a message. Thankfully the response came fast, as did Heidi’s reaction. Her eyebrows went up and her adorable mouth pursed as if she were fighting a laugh.

  “She’s…busy,” Heidi said, her face taking on a rosy flush.

  “The way we’re busy?” I asked, too distracted by her shift in expression to watch my words. And then I realized what I’d said. Oh hell. Way to get crude right when I was trying to be suave. Luckily she just laughed.

  “Yeah, I guess. She’s learning about Hispanic dick.” She scru
nched up her nose. “Her words, not mine.”

  “So she’s the bold one.” Not much of a leap there, but it was all my brain could handle. “I’ll bet she’s the one who signed you up for the wet T-shirt contest. And probably the one who convinced you to go on spring break, too.”

  She shrugged. “Right on all counts.”

  “Then I need to seriously thank her.”

  She slowed outside the hotel side door as she dug into her bag for the key. “Yeah,” she said. “Me, too.” Then she flashed me that coy sidelong glance again. Hell, if only I had a camera ready, I would have taken that picture and jerked off to it for the next fifty years.

  She unlocked the door and we headed inside. I would have kissed her in the elevator, but there were others crowded in with us. So I stood to the side and tried to hide my boner while we rode to the fourteenth floor. Eventually, hallelujah, we got to her room and inside. She was embarrassed as she quickly pulled some clothes off the bed and threw them into an open suitcase. I could tell she was nervous. So was I.

  Don’t blow this. My brain was an endless litany of those three words. Don’t blow this.

  But without anything to say, I fell back on my go-to: action. So just as she was flipping the suitcase lid down over a couple tees and a black lace bra, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She was a foot shorter than me but oh so very kissable. Her lips were warm and instantly softened. I didn’t push for more than her mouth. Not yet. But plunging in and out of her this way was ramping up everything inside me. I wanted her. Possibly more than I’d wanted anyone else in my life.

  Then she broke the kiss. She pulled back enough to stand there breathing hard while my pulse pounded a thousand beats per second.

  “I…um…” she said, as she licked her lips.

  My dick pulsed at that and she had to feel it. We were wrapped that tightly together. I forced myself to loosen my grip on her as she blushed and glanced at the bathroom.