She peels one hand away from the glass, leaning on the window with the other as she reaches between her legs. I can tell the instant she touches herself because her pussy tightens around my cock, practically demanding everything from me.
I thrust inside her harder, spreading her ass cheeks so I can see that little pink rosebud again. "I claimed your sweet little pussy," I tell her. "I'm going to claim this tight little ass as mine, too."
"Yes," she whispers, pushing her hips back against me as I fuck her.
This time, when I push my finger against her asshole, she groans, low in her throat, like a wild animal.
"Does that feel good, Cassie?" I ask, working the tip of my finger just inside her hole. "Does it feel good to have both of your holes filled by me?"
"Oh, God," she groans.
"Do you want me to claim all of you?" I ask, thrusting inside her harder. Her wet pussy squeezes me tighter, and I can hear her breath becoming shorter and shorter as she gets closer.
Then I hear voices outside the door.
Cassie hears them too. "Shit, Colton!" she whispers, her words panicked.
I'm out of her and yanking up my shorts around the waist in a flash, and I grab her hand as a key jiggles in the doorway. Pulling her with me, I drag her toward the nearest door I see, which turns out to be a coat closet. I have to duck to not jostle the hangers on the rod. Inside, Cassie hits me lightly on the chest. I'm pretty sure she'd hit me harder if there weren't people outside.
"You said no one was here," she hisses.
"It's eight o'clock at night," I whisper back. "No one should be here."
"We almost got caught."
"But we didn't," I assure her, pulling her against me. I'm still just as hard as I was two seconds ago.
I hear the voice of Coach Walker and Coach Thomas, and the low voices of people talking. I can't hear much through the heavy wooden door, only a word or two, something about alumni.
"Who's out there?" Cassie whispers.
"They're giving a tour or something," I say. "Donors, probably."
"They could open this door," she says, looking at me with panic in her eyes.
"The coat closet?" I ask. "In the middle of summer? I think we're pretty safe."
I pull her against my hardness, my hand going back between her legs under her skirt, pulling her panties down on the sides. She squirms against me. "We can't do it with them right outside."
I reach between her legs to find her clit, my mouth close to her ear. "I want to come inside you with the coaches right outside," I whisper. "I want you to come on me knowing the people who could fire you are standing ten feet away."
"That's fucked up, Colton," she whispers.
But she leans against me, spreading her legs so I can reach her clit. "Are you going to come for me like this?" I ask, my fingers pressing against her clit. "Or do you want my cock inside you?"
Coach Walker's laugh booms outside and Cassie flinches. "Hurry," she whispers.
"I knew you were a dirty girl." I undo my shorts and guide my cock between her legs.
Outside, muted male voices talk and their laughter echoes through the space. In the closet, Cassie puts her hand against the wall, and I enter her again, nearly groaning out loud at the sensation of being back inside her after being deprived of her pussy for the last agonizing few minutes.
"Fuck me," she whispers, encouraging me as I thrust quickly inside her. Her hand moves faster between her legs, her pussy squeezing my cock. It's like a pause button was pressed on the sex and we're right back to where we were before we were interrupted, except this time it's more intense.
"They could open the door at any second," I taunt, plunging deeply inside her until my balls slap hard against her pussy, the sound amplified in the quiet of the closet.
"Oh, God," she whispers. "More."
I give her more, and she's so tight and wet it's all I can do not to explode inside her, but I wait for her.
"Do what you…did before," she says softly.
I have to keep myself from screaming, "Fuck yeah!" as I push my finger against her asshole. As soon as I do, I feel her body convulse. She lets out a muted whimper as her pussy clamps down on my rigid cock. My balls clench and I explode inside her, filling her up with everything I have as I pull her hips against me. She milks me, her pussy squeezing me again and again until I'm spent.
I pull her tightly against me, my cock still inside her, and she leans into me. Outside the room, the voices get closer, but I don't pull out of her when she reaches down the side of her thighs and tries to pull up her panties. "Colton," she whispers.
"I like being inside you."
"They're coming."
The, the voices move away. "You worry too much."
"I should be worried," she whispers. "You're turning me into someone who takes too many risks."
"Admit you're having fun," I say softly.
"You're incorrigible."
"Too big of a word."
The door to the coaches' box slams closed and everything is quiet. "That was close," she breathes, her voice low. "Do you think they're gone?"
I reach between her legs and touch her clit, pinning her tightly against me. "I don't know," I say. "Why don't you scream when you come this time and if anyone comes running, we'll know they're still here?"
"Jackass."