Page 100 of What If We Break?
My balls slowly began to draw up, the pleasure she was causing pulling them tighter and tighter with each stroke, each lick.
My heart was hammering inside of my chest, begging me to step away. But instead of moving, I tried to focus on the conversations around me. It didn’t work.
“The guy that just got married?” Ming asked in return.
“Yup. Apparently, his girlfriend, well, his now wife, refused to marry him until he agreed to quit.”
I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve turned the shower colder and stood underneath the icy stream for the next three business days. Scratch that. I should’ve called a priest and gotten us both dunked into some good old holy water.
But as much as I tried telling myself to reach for mytowel and get the hell out of here, I couldn’t move. My feet were glued to the floor, not just because I couldn’t leave for Brooke’s sake, as someone would’ve discovered her if I left the shower.
There was something strangely exciting about the fact that someone would’ve just had to open the door or look over the shower divider, and they would’ve seen exactly what was going on. The worst part about the possibility of getting caught was the fact that it made every touch, every stroke, and every lick feel so much more intense. So intense, I had to grit my teeth.
Don’t look down.
My eyes closed when Brooke took my dick deeper into her mouth. Her nails trailed up my thighs, moving past my hipbones as she touched every inch of me that she possibly could while still keeping her presence unknown.
I grabbed the top of the shower, my fingers probably turning white from the pressure, but I couldn’t help it. I was hard as steel, refusing to give in to the need burning in my balls because if I came with my teammates around, Brooke would’ve made sure I’dneverforget it.
“You good, Reece?”
I flinched at the sound of his voice, head jerking up to see who was talking to me, just to find Fynn staring right at me.
Brooke released my cock, wrapping her hand back around the length of me to ensure I stayed hard while I was sure she was panicking right this moment.
“You look like shit,” he added. “One would think after a game like today, you’d look… happier.”
God, how I hated that guy, but even the sight of him didn’t manage to soften my dick. There was only one way I was going to get rid of my erection.
“I’m fine,” I forced out, noticing how six other guys were staring at me with concerned looks. “Just… in pain.”
And what a pain it was. A very torturous, burning kind of pain that was going to end up feeling better than a win. A pain that could get me kicked off the team if the wrong people found out about what was happening.
Brooke’s lips closed back around the head, but this time, I couldn’t help but shift my hips, jerking forward. I regretted it immediately as I could hear the faint sound of her gag over the showers running. If I could hear it, I knew Fynn, who was standing barely a foot away from me, could hear it too.
“What was that?” he asked, his eyes narrowing at me suspiciously.
“My stomach,” I replied, trying to sound confident in my answer. “I haven’t eaten all day.”
Finally, I looked down, just to find my fiancée grinning up at me before taking me deeper, sucking on me like I was fucking candy.
Think about something disgusting, Reece.Like…
“Well, the team’s going out for a drink, if you want to come,” our Goalie said from across the room. “Bet there’ll be pizza.”
I looked back up, clearing my throat. “It’s fine. I have something important to do.”
Like getting revenge on my fiancée. Very important.
“Whatever,” Fynn muttered as he walked away and left the shower room.
Dexter smiled at me before following Fynn. The more guys were leaving, the better. Only two remaining, as far as I could tell anyway.
Brooke worked me even further down her throat, one hand grabbing my balls to massage them just to make me question my sanity.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned quietly, hitting my forehead against my arm. I was ready to shoot my cum down her throat, and it tookeverythingin me not to do that.
The two remaining showers in the room turned off, leaving my own to be the last. I was usually quick to shower because I wanted to head out as soon as possible, but I suppose I was going to be the last to leave tonight.
