Dirty Players (Dirty Players 1)

Our lips broke off for air after a minute, and I blinked my eyes to look up at Howard. Unlike a lot of the other guys on the team, he was only an inch taller than me at five foot eight, but that worked just fine for me. I didn’t have to wear heels around him because I hated the damn things, though he had told me one time that it would be hot if I wore heels taller than an inch, because then I’d be taller than him. The idea had merit, me looking down on him for once would be interesting, too bad I really hated heels.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” I gasped when his lips moved to my neck.

“Is anyone else coming in here?” He asked.

I shook my head and took a deep breath. “No, but someone could.”

It was off-season, so there shouldn’t be anyone from the team in the building, but I’d just finished having a meeting with my dad, so the building wasn’t entirely empty. Also, it wasn’t locked to any relevant parties, and the guys could show up whenever they liked just to use the facilities. We were alone, but there

was no guarantee we wouldn’t get caught.

“We should go,” I said, weakly trying to push him away. I’d remembered why this was a bad idea. My body burned for him. I didn’t want to stop and look for somewhere else to do this, but it really would be bad if we got caught. “You need to stop thinking only with your dick. I will walk away if you don’t.”

He tightened his arms around my waist, and I wondered when they’d slipped around me. Then he smirked at me and leaned down the one inch separating us to kiss me breathless, before resting his forehead against mine.

“As if you even could walk away,” he said with a chuckle. “Besides, I thought you like me thinking with my dick.”

He rocked his hips against mine as he licked a stripe up my neck, and I gasped, head tilting back against the door, feeling his erection pressing into my hip. Even with common sense, I couldn’t hold back the heat growing between my thighs. I wanted him.

“Don’t worry, though. I know how a quickie works. I haven’t seen you in a few days, so this won’t take long.”

His taunt about how I couldn’t walk away sent a shiver down my body, and it wasn’t all arousal. It was true, and I knew it, while a part of me hated it. When I first met him, I never thought I would be interested in him as more than a member of the team, but I was wrong, so wrong. My attraction to him came out of left field, and it had been a surprise that he felt the same, but he was good at throwing me off my game, and somehow, we ended up like this.

We’d been messing around for the past six weeks, and I just couldn’t seem to stop.

Howard kissed me, and my thoughts slipped away. With a groan, I grabbed onto him, tugging at his clothes, his hair, anything I could get my hands on. His body was rocking gently against mine, and I could feel his erection pressing against me over and over. Warmth washed between my legs as I throbbed, and I wanted him inside me.

The old, sensible me would have been horrified over even thinking about fucking in the team’s locker room. It sounded like the plot to a porn flick but being around Howard so much wasn’t helping my reasoning.

I tugged on his hair, growing impatient. “Would you hurry up already?”

Howard chuckled. “I promised a quickie, but I’d like to have some fun first, if you don’t mind.”

I growled and bit down on his chin, and he just chuckled some more, though the sound was a bit strained. He put up a good front, but he had to be straining in his jeans. Then one of his hands cupped my breast, and even through my clothes, I gasped and arched into him, wanting more of his touches, his kisses.

His hands slid beneath my top and I shivered as he touched my skin. He slid my top up, then ducked his head to press a kiss on my breast above my bra. Taking the fabric between his teeth, he tugged it lower, then flicked his tongue on my exposed nipple. He wrapped his lips around me and sucked. I groaned, taking his hand in mine, and I pushed it down to press between my thighs. I was in a skirt today, and it was easy enough to work the fabric up to my waist and I spread my legs. I pressed his hand between my thighs and rocked against his palm. Even through my wet panties, his touch felt amazing.

“Howard!” I gasped.

He rolled my nipple between his teeth and I gasped, a shudder working its way through my body. He tugged on the peak, and the touch was just on the edge of hurt, but it felt too good. I had to slap a hand over my mouth to hold back a cry.

“Don’t do that,” Howard growled, nipping the back of my hand. “I want to hear you.”

I glared at him, probably ineffective with my flushed face and panting breaths. “What if someone else hears?”

He pressed his lips back to mine as he ran his palm over me through my panties, the movement rough though it sent a jolt through my body. I whined, the sound muffled in his kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back ferociously.

Finally, he slid my panties down over my hips. I squirmed, feeling the lace slide down my thighs. I raised one foot to slip it off, leaving it around my other ankle as I wrapped my leg around Howard’s hip. I ran my hands down over his chest as I sucked on his tongue until I got to the waistband of his jeans. My fingers touched his belt, and I quickly undid it then opened his fly. Howard did nothing to help, his lips moving from mine to pay some attention to my neck, but he didn’t stop me, either. I nudged his tight jeans a bit lower on his hips so I could get to his cock, rubbing him through his briefs.

“Fuck, Zoe,” he panted, nipping his way up my neck. “Touch me, just like that.”