I follow his guidance, weaving through hallways and deeper into the athletic center. At least, I think. "Are you sending me in the right direction?" I ask. "You realize I need to get over to the tutoring rooms. And so do you. Where are you, anyway?"
"I'm taking you out the opposite way because it's shorter," he tells me. "And I'll be there in a few."
I sigh. "Fine. Where am I going now?"
"There's a shortcut," he says. "Go through the next room – it's one of the training rooms but no one's probably in there right now."
"I don't know how this is a shortcut," I say, entering the weight room. It is empty, though.
"Cut through the locker room on the far end of the second room," he instructs me.
I stop short. "No way. I'm not cutting through a locker room. Have you lost your mind?"
"It's the girl's locker room," he assures me. "Women's softball and shit. If no one's training, no one will be in there anyway. It puts you right out into the hallway. You turn right and you're out near the tutoring rooms."
"Fine."
I push open the door, walking past a set of lockers and… right into a shower room filled with steam.
And naked guys.
I stop short, my brain too busy processing the sight of hot, muscular men with towels loosely wrapped around their waists or completely naked. Someone whoops as he walks past me.
Fucking Colton King sent me to the male locker room. What a total and complete dick.
Suddenly that dick materializes right in front of me. Naked.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, smirking. I want to slap that smirk right off his face.
I turn around and march right back out into the empty locker room area I just came through.
"Don't be mad," he calls out, following me and opening a locker nearby. "I'll grab my clothes and walk you over to the tutoring room."
"Don't be mad?" I ask, keeping my voice low so that what I assume is the entire football team doesn't hear me. "You bring me to a room full of naked guys and expect me not to be mad?"
"I think you answered your own question there," he says, laughing. “I brought you to a room full of naked men. How are you going to be mad about that?”
Eyes up, Cassie. Do not let him see you look at his dick.
"Relax. It was totally a joke, Teach," he says, reaching into a locker and pulling out clothes. "And now I get to walk you over there."
I should be leaving immediately. I can't even imagine what people would think if I were in the men's locker room with Colton King standing here – naked — mere feet away from me. Or if Coach Walker walked in here.
I'd probably get fired. I would definitely get fired.
Except that Colton turns around to reach into his locker, giving me a perfect view of his ass. I can't get my eyes to focus anywhere else. I think that phrase about bouncing quarters off asses was definitely made for him.
He turns around and slides a t-shirt over his head, still not bothering to put any pants on, of course, because he wants to leave his cock on display for as long as possible.
"Yes, this was a hilarious joke," I say, rolling my eyes. "I guess that was a really cold shower you just took, huh?"
Totally not true. Nothing down there is experiencing shrinkage.
I turn around and march straight out of there and back through the door I came in. Colton bursts through the empty training room a few minutes later, following me, but I ignore him.
"It's going to be hard to have a tutoring session if you're not talking to me," he says.
"I guess you can study silently by yourself, then."
I squeeze past a rack of weight plates and head for the exit, but Colton is quicker than I am and stands in front of it.
"Really?" I exclaim. "You're blocking the door? What are you, twelve? You're such a child. Are you going to pull my hair next?"
A smile spreads slowly across his face. "Pulling your hair is just what I had in mind, actually."
For a second, the only thing I can think about is Colton gripping my hair, pulling my head back, and entering me from behind.
My pussy throbs its approval. Great. Just great.
"Get out of the way," I hiss, more irritated with myself for actually liking the idea of Colton pulling my hair than with the locker room prank.
"Maybe I wanted you to see me naked," Colton says. "Remind you of what you're missing."
"You're like a preening peacock," I say. "Is this the mating ritual of the college football player? Stand there naked and wait for some girl to jump on your cock?"
He opens the door and follows me out. "It's worked every other time."
"I'm sure it has."
The problem is, all I can think about as I walk back to the tutoring session is jumping on Colton's cock.
13
Colton
She ignores me the whole way to the student center. She might be mad, but the expression on her face when she saw me standing in front of her? That can't be disguised as anger.
That was definite lust.
The locker room thing was juvenile, for sure. But I can't help riling her up. It's so much fun to watch her squirm.