Someone tried to open the locker room door, and then began to bang on the door.
Sebastian ignored it. His girl was about to come so hard while riding him, and he wasn’t going to give that up for anything. His fingers moved faster, his strokes becoming rougher and deeper. He continued to work her nipple with his mouth, teeth, and tongue, flicking, licking, and then sucking on the hard little tip. She kept riding him, but she seemed to need more. So he thrust a finger deep inside her and seated his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth.
A high, keening sound escaped her throat as someone knocked on the door. Chelsea shuddered against him, and her thighs felt like iron around his hips, squeezing him as she came. All the while, he kept working her with his hands and mouth, so fucking aroused and proud of her.
She’d rode him like a fucking champ.
And granted, it was only his hand, but it was a step in the right direction. She continued to rock her hips against his hand a moment longer, then let out a long, boneless sigh and moved both of her hands to his hair, hugging him against her. “Oh, god, Basty, that was incredible.”
He pressed kisses to her neck. “You’re trying to kill my erection with that shit nickname, aren’t you?”
She giggled, the sound so confident and sweet that it made his chest ache to hear it. “Like nails on a chalkboard?”
“Like plaid and sofas. Sex and that name do not go together.”
“Oh, baby.” She patted his shoulder. “There you go again with one of those terrible comparisons. We really need to get you a book on them.”
The door pounded. “Hey,” someone bellowed. “Open the fuck up! This is our locker room!”
“Gimme just a minute,” Chelsea called.
“That you, Chesty?”
“It’s me,” she yelled, and began to pull up her uniform. She reached into the front and tucked her breasts back into her bra, then sighed and gave one last wiggle when he pulled his hand free from her panties.
“How long until we make it home?” Sebastian asked as she got off his lap. He stood up and adjusted himself, tucking the head of his cock into the waistband of his pants to try and hide his arousal. It was uncomfortable as all fuck, but it was just another thing he’d endure for her.
He’d endure everything for her.
She giggled again and pointed at the front of his pants. “Um. There’s a wet spot there from me.” Her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink. “Sorry about that.”
“I’m not,” he said, untucking his shirt to let it hide the evidence. He leaned in and kissed her again.
“We’ll be home soon,” she promised, and there was an excited light in her eyes that promised very soon, indeed.
Chapter Twenty
Chelsea practically wiggled with a mixture of joy and anticipation the entire time Coach Black HellVet talked to the team. Sure, there was celebrating and cheering, as well as a few pointers on where to improve for the next game. All Chelsea could think about was Sebastian.
Sebastian with his hot, sexy mouth, his awesome fingers, and the way he’d pushed her to an orgasm after she’d climbed all over him. Oh, Sebastian.
She hadn’t even cared that the other Rag Queens gave her hell for locking them out of the locker room and then being mussed and tousled when she opened the door with a man in tow. She’d just grinned and sent Sebastian out to wait for her. They’d ride the subway home together and then she’d climb all over him again for round two.
She’d had an orgasm. She’d enjoyed kissing.
These were milestones.