Hitting It_Locker Room Diaries

by Kathy Lyons

  Right. She’d wanted a shower.

  “It’s one of my fantasies,” she said. “In the shower.” Then her gaze shifted to mine, the look direct and firm. “You’ll wear a condom. That’s nonnegotiable.”

  I nodded, then took a second to push words past my dry throat. “I’m a pro athlete. My health is everything. Of course I’m wearing a condom.” Then again—too late—I realized how self-involved those words sounded. “I mean, I’m completely clean and I don’t ever have sex without a condom. You shouldn’t, either.”

  She nodded, clearly reassured. “Do you have any? I know Sam does—”

  “Yeah. I’ve got ’em. They’re new because…” I shrugged, and we ended up saying the same words together. “Spring break.”

  We laughed at that, and it broke the tension enough that she stepped back. I let her go, wondering what she would do next. It was an amazing thing to see, the way she went from shy to determined with a single jut of her chin. And then there was that flash of mischief in her eyes. A curve to her lip and a slight shimmy, as if she were consciously shedding inhibitions. And then she pulled off her shirt. Lifted it right off and I got to watch the bounce of her breasts in that lace bra.

  Sweet.

  My hands itched to touch her, but I held back. This was her show, and I wasn’t going to do anything to interrupt that. She looked me straight in the eye and popped the clasp before shrugging out of it. She was naked from the waist up and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her creamy breasts. Yellow gold with berry nipples, more dusky than pink. I couldn’t wait to taste them.

  And while I was thinking of her beautiful chest, she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down. Lord, there was that red lace, bold and sexy as it covered her mound.

  My entire body throbbed with hunger, but I held back. I was too afraid that if I let myself move, I’d pounce on her.

  Don’t blow this.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I breathed.

  “The way you look at me…” Her voice trailed away.

  My gaze hopped to her face. Jesus, did I frighten her? “What?”

  “It’s like you want to eat me up.”

  I did. I really, really did. “Um…”

  “It’s wonderful to be wanted like that. It’s…” Again she lifted her chin, and while I struggled for something reassuring to say, she pushed down that scrap of red lace. She was naked, and I wanted her like I wanted my next breath.

  I moved for her. It was more like a twitch and a step because I had such little control of my body around her. But she held up a finger, then shimmied toward the bathroom.

  “In here. Okay?”

  Anything she wanted. And I did mean anything. “Okay,” I managed to say as I watched her lean in and turn on the shower. Creamy backside, rounded bottom, and legs that I wanted wrapped around me. Her hair flowed down her back, hitting just below her shoulder blades. I couldn’t get my own clothes off fast enough.

  By the time she turned around, I was naked, my boner stretching toward her. Her eyes rounded when she saw me, and I stood there with my whole body throbbing, while her gaze flowed down and landed square on that big, weeping part of me. I know I’m a pretty good-looking guy, but this was a perusal that was really thorough, and all my insecurities had a long moment to shout at me.

  Then she smiled that slow quirk to her lips as her eyes danced. Oh yeah.

  I moved forward, but she held up her hand. “Condom, right?”

  Right. I went back to my shorts and grabbed one out of my pocket. A string of three came out, and I ripped one off. She stood there watching as I rolled it on. My hands were shaking, but I managed it and when I looked up, she smiled that beautiful smile and stepped into the shower. I followed, but my steps were slow. I wanted to burn this image into my brain to remember forever. There she was, a toned woman with curves in all the right ways, stepping into the spray. Then she tilted her head back, letting the water sluice down her hair until it was a black ribbon down her back. With her face lifted and her back arched, her breasts pointed high. Water splashed across her chest and pearled on her nipples.

  Every erotic fantasy in my brain gave way to this image. Anything I’ve ever wanted, ever thought was sexy became this sight. Her. Right like that.

  I don’t even know how I got into the shower. I swear I was mesmerized by the sight of her and just got there. Inside the wetness with her. Steam rose in the air and off her skin. I touched her because I had to. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth because I would starve if I didn’t. And when she set her hands on my shoulders, I simply went down before her. On my knees as I suckled her breasts. I licked those berry tips, I pulled them—one by one—into my mouth while water mixed with her taste, and she began to sway toward me.

  My hands went to her waist, then lower to the flare of her hips. I could taste her there, the slick juncture of her thighs. But then she tugged at me, drawing me up. I went because she wanted me to. I kissed my way up her throat and jaw. And when I found her mouth, I pushed inside. I drank deep and hard.

  Her leg lifted, sliding up my thigh. I was unsteady with the power of what I was feeling. Of what she made me feel. I had to brace one hand on the shower tile behind her, while the other gripped her thigh and drew her higher against me.

  There.

  Her sex felt like the sweetest pillow. Wet with heat, it took very little maneuvering to position myself just right. Still, I had to ask. One last time, because part of me couldn’t believe this was happening.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” And as if to help it along, she pushed down on me. Just a little. Enough to make my eyes roll back in pleasure.

  I thrust.

  She was tight and so glorious, I couldn’t breathe. This wet woman was gripping only the first part of me because she was that small, like untried ground. I worried for a desperate moment if this was her first time. Oh shit. I should stop. I should ask. But I didn’t have the breath. And God help me if she changed her mind.

  I meant to. God knows I did, but my body had a mind of its own. I thrust again. Deeper. Halfway this time, but I needed to go farther.

  “I can’t stop,” I blurted. “I can’t go slow.”

  She took my face in her hands. She brought my gaze to hers and whispered, “Don’t stop.” Then she kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and my hips followed suit. I jerked upward and embedded myself deep. Oh yes. She surrounded me, and I was all about grinding in deeper. Harder. I hated pulling back, even for an inch, but I had to. I rolled back, then slammed forward, the pleasure of it ripping a groan from deep inside my belly.

  I heard her gasp at the impact, and I knew she was feeling it. But was it good? I had to make it good for her. But I had no control as I thrust again.

  She moaned and let her head drop back. Oh God, what a sight. Water dropping down on her chest. It flowed down my hair and face, too, blurring my vision enough to make this seem unreal. And yet, she was here. And when I leaned in close and inhaled, I could still smell the ginger spice of her, despite the water.

  I licked her breasts, tasting without subtlety, sucking without discrimination while below, it was all pounding rhythm. Thank God our balance was a little uncertain. If I had the space to move right, I wouldn’t have been able to slow enough for her. So I sucked at the water and her breasts, and I slammed into the tight fist of her body, wanting it to last for-fucking-ever.

  But it couldn’t. I felt the roar build at the base of my spine. I felt the heat of her and the friction of it, and I knew I had seconds. I had to get her off first. I had to.

  I reached between us, and I touched her mound. She cried out at my touch and inside she gripped me like a vise.

  Good. So good.

  I rolled my thumb as much as I could. No subtlety as the heat curled up my spine. Detonation imminent. Any second.

  I sucked on her nipple. Hard. Desperate.

  She screamed and her body went wild. She gripped me, pulling me inside.
/>   I exploded.

  Not once, but over and over as I burst into her and she milked me dry.

  God!

  It went on forever and I have never loved life more. The spectacular glory of it. Of her. Of coming together while the water poured down on us both.

  Heaven.

  Eventually our breaths steadied. Her leg fell off my hip and I realized my forehead was pressed hard into her shoulder. I should support my own weight, I thought, and I raised my head. It felt like it was a thousand pounds, but I managed it. And when I looked into her eyes, I saw the same dazed wonder that I felt.

  “Wow,” she said, and I grinned.

  “Yeah. Wow.” At least that’s what I tried to say. The water was in my eyes and I had to take my hand off the wall to wipe my face. That was enough to knock us both off balance and I slipped free of her.

  Damn. I hadn’t wanted to do that.

  She straightened, and I half stepped, half stumbled backward. My legs were still weak, but now I had a condom on that I needed to get rid of.

  “I’ll, uh, I’ll just clean up,” I said as I stepped back from the spray. It was awkward, fumbling to step out of the shower and dispose of the latex. Once it was done, I thought about returning in there with her, but she’d turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and held it out for her. She took it and then I grabbed another for me.

  There was awkward silence as we both dried off. I kept sneaking peeks at her, seeing the moisture that clung to her skin, remembering what it felt like to lick it straight off her body. I caught her twice looking back at me, or maybe she caught me. Either way, our gazes would collide and one of us would falter. What we’d just done was too raw, and I didn’t know how to express how wonderful it had been. How I still felt the tingles from what we’d done. How it had never been so great before.

  She stepped around me to grab at the hair dryer in the wall, and then she flashed me an awkward look. “I’m sorry. I have to dry my hair or I’ll end up with a migraine.”

  “What?”

  “Wet hair. It gives me a migraine.”

  “Oh. Wow, that sucks.” Witty banter—not.

  She chuckled. “Yeah. Do you mind?”

  I shook my head and stepped backward out of the bathroom. I could have grabbed my clothes. I probably should have, but instead I leaned against the wall and watched her. She had wrapped herself in a towel, though it didn’t quite cover her completely, thank God. The slit kept exposing a strip of her thigh to my hungry gaze. Then she turned on the dryer and started brushing out her hair.

  I couldn’t stop watching. Black silk puffed up from her neck while strands flew behind her. As her hair dried, it became a curtain dancing behind her and I was mesmerized. After a bit, she noticed. Hell, I could have been staring for a week for all I knew. I lost that much awareness of everything but her. Her and my growing erection beneath my towel.

  “What?” she asked.

  I shook my head as I struggled out of my daze. It didn’t really work. I was still caught fast. “You’re… It’s…” I waved my hand vaguely at her hair. “So beautiful,” I finally managed.

  She blinked twice before answering. Then she smiled. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

  God, how could she not know? I swallowed, then stood up, crossing to her in a split second. I cupped her cheek and feathered my fingers through her hair. Cool silk strands. Then I kissed her, hard and possessively. I went boldly into her mouth, and I touched every part of her I could reach. And when I pulled back, I stared down into her dark, almond eyes.

  “I know we just did it. I know, but…” I swallowed. “Please. One more time.” Then before she could answer, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I set her down gently, but the towel had come undone in the process. It slipped open enough that her left breast was exposed. As I slid my arms out from behind her, I meant to give her a moment to answer. I really did, but I couldn’t stop my hand from stroking her creamy gold skin. Everything was smooth. No hair except for above and below. “Oh,” she said quiet enough for it to be almost a sigh. “You overwhelm me.”

  So soft. So tight. I rolled her nipple between my fingers.

  “In a bad way?” I asked, afraid for the answer.

  She touched my cheek. “I love it.”

  That was all the encouragement I needed. I bent down and was sucking on her nipple again. She had the best breasts. Not just the size, but because when I licked her, she gasped. Her hips moved restlessly, and her fingers clutched my shoulder. She liked it as much as I liked doing it.

  Without leaving her breast, I discarded my own towel. I’d laid her horizontally across the bed with her legs dangling off. It was a quick second to set myself between her thighs. But before I could thrust, she abruptly shoved back on my shoulder. It wasn’t enough to make me move, but it did give me pause.

  “Condom.” She gasped.

  What? Oh right. Oh shit. I’d almost forgotten, and I never forgot that.

  I pulled back, a little startled by how hard it was for me to leave her. But I did it, grabbing the next foil packet and ripping it open. A moment later, I was back between her thighs. I meant to warm her up. I mean, we were finally in a bed. This was when I should really make it special. Except she didn’t let me. As soon as I was close, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around me. There is no better feel than having a beautiful woman pull you in tight. Well, maybe nothing better except for when you plunge straight in.

  Right. Inside.

  She set the pace. Sure I was above her, but I was just moving how her legs directed. In and out, a steady metronome of glory. I had enough control to reach down and play with those fabulous breasts. Both hands lifting and pinching her as I wanted. She writhed beneath me, pleasure in every quick breath. Her eyes were lidded, watching me but also dazed by what she was experiencing. What I was doing to her.

  She was getting close. I could hear it in her halting breath and feel it in the way she gripped me. So close and I wasn’t far behind.

  I shifted my touch. I reached between us and pulled back on her mound. I’d read this in a book, and thought I had to try it one day. Lift away the clitoral hood and then grind in. Bump and grind. Bump and grind.

  It worked. Or maybe we were both so far gone that anything would work. She started crying out with every thrust. And I felt the heat gather as my balls tightened.

  Her legs gripped me harder. She arched into my stroke, pressing into me as I ground against her. Again. Again.

  Again!

  She exploded. I blew right along with her.

  Together we rode the detonation. And it lasted a sweet eternity.

  When I finally opened my eyes, I had collapsed on top of her. Not completely on top. I’d been polite enough to drop my head beside hers. Her breath heated my ear. Her legs slid slowly down and off my backside. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t have the strength. She didn’t object and in fact, she feathered her fingers across my back in a slow, lazy circle.

  I was probably crushing her. Seriously, I was a big guy. But damn, I had no strength. It had all gone into her.

  “Wow,” she whispered.

  “Yeah. Wow.” Apparently that was our post-sex banter.

  Guilt made me corral what resources I had. Last thing I wanted to do was crush the breath from her. So I pushed up and off her. I slid out, which was awful, and then forced myself to go clean up. I did it in the bathroom, taking a moment to also finger comb my hair and replace my towel on the rack. It was a stupid thing, but I didn’t want her thinking I was a slob. Plus I needed a second.

  We’d just made love twice in less than an hour. And both times had been the best sex of my life. I didn’t know what to make of that. I wasn’t a guy who thought long-term about anything but baseball. But this had been significant enough that even my brain sat up and took notice. This was special. And with that thought came a single, breath-freezing moment of terror.

  This was special, but it wasn’t baseball. It was my last night
in Florida before my big game in front of four scouts. I couldn’t let anything interfere with that or Coach would bench me. Discipline was everything and, in my case, that meant nothing but baseball. I had all the right stuff, including my youth, but only if I stayed focused. Only if I didn’t let anything else distract me from—

  “Do you, um, want to stay the night?”

  I jerked my head up. Heidi was standing there, the towel wrapped around her chest again. Part of me wanted to rip that off her body. Jesus, I was already hard and it had been less than five minutes. And wasn’t that a measure of just how insane this whole situation was.

  “Rob?”

  “Isn’t your roommate coming back?”

  She shrugged. “I could ask her not to.”

  God, I wanted that. Hours in bed with Heidi? How many times could we make love before morning? How many wonderful fantasies did she have that I could fulfill? My mind was certainly filling with all sorts of graphic images. But none of that came out of my mouth. The words were blocked by my mantra.

  Nothing but baseball.

  “I…um.” I swallowed. “I’m leaving in the morning. We drove and have to get back.”

  Her eyes widened. “Tomorrow?”

  “Yeah. Remember I told you about my big game? Practice starts at seven a.m. sharp, the day after tomorrow.”

  “Oh.” The disappointment was clear in her voice and it tore at my chest.

  “I…um…I should get dressed.” I gestured lamely at my clothes where they lay on the floor near her feet. She looked down and took a quick step back.

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  “No, no. I just…” What? What the fuck was I trying to say? I had no idea. I fumbled with my clothes, pulling briefs and shorts on with a single jerk.

  She watched me dress, her eyes wide and her expression carefully blank. I recognized a girl struggling to keep her emotions hidden, and I respected her enough to let her do that in quiet. That, plus I didn’t have a clue what to say. I wasn’t even sure why I was rushing out the door.

  “So, are you driving alone then? All the way back to Nebraska?”