Chapter 2

The door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality that did nothing to calm the storm inside me. The cheers from the pitch filtered through the walls like a distant heartbeat, reminding me how close we were to being discovered.

I could still feel the thick, heavy ridge of his cock pressed against my thigh from moments earlier. He was rock hard. For me. The knowledge made my pussy clench with fresh need, my soaked panties sticking obscenely to my folds.

"Alex…" I whispered, stopping in the middle of the room. My voice came out breathy, needy. I stepped closer instead of away, letting my breasts brush his chest again. "I can feel you. You're so hard."

His gray eyes darkened. One eyebrow arched slowly, that signature dominant look that made my knees weak. Without a word, he wrapped one powerful arm around my waist and yanked me flush against him. His other hand gripped my chin, tilting my face up.

"You're playing a dangerous game, little girl," he growled, voice low and commanding. "Rubbing that needy cunt all over your stepfather's leg in public. Look at the mess you left on me."

I whimpered, heat flooding my face and core. My hips rolled forward instinctively, grinding my mound against the massive bulge straining his trousers. He was thick, long, and pulsing— I could feel every inch of that heavy cock through the fabric.

"Yes," I breathed, emboldened by the fire in his eyes. "I want it. I want you."

Alex's grip on my chin tightened possessively. "Careful what you beg for, Bella. I'm not a gentle man when I want something this badly." He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "Now be a good girl and let Daddy take care of that 'injured' knee."

Before I could respond, he scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me toward the far corner where a large equipment closet stood. The rest area felt semi-private—lockers, sofas, and showers—but anyone could walk in. The thrill made my clit throb.

He set me down just inside the open closet door, but kept me pressed against the wall. His big hands roamed. One slid under my short dress, palming my ass and squeezing hard. The other cupped my breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling my stiff nipple until I moaned.

"So fucking sensitive," he murmured, pinching the peak. "These tits have been teasing me for months. Now they're mine to play with."

I arched into his touch, gasping. His mouth claimed mine in a fierce, dominating kiss—tongue thrusting deep, claiming every inch like he owned me. I melted, sucking on his tongue while my hands fumbled at his belt.

He caught my wrists in one large hand, pinning them above my head. "Not yet. You don't get to touch Daddy's cock until I say so."

The dominance in his voice sent a gush of wetness down my thighs. I nodded frantically.

Footsteps suddenly echoed from the main lounge. A substitute player had entered the rest area, humming as he opened a locker nearby.

Alex's eyes flashed with dark excitement. He quickly pulled me fully into the closet, closing the door until only a thin crack remained. The space was tight. My back pressed to his broad chest, his massive erection nestled firmly between my ass cheeks through our clothes.

"Shh," he ordered, one hand clamping over my mouth. The other dove straight under my dress. Rough fingers pushed my soaked panties aside, stroking my slick, swollen pussy lips. "Soaking wet for your stepdad. What a filthy little slut you are."

I moaned into his palm as two thick fingers parted my folds and circled my aching clit with firm, deliberate strokes. The pressure was perfect—slow at first, then faster, making my hips jerk.

Outside, the player paused. "Hello? Someone in here?"

Alex didn't stop. He pushed one long finger inside me, stretching my tight entrance. I was so wet that it slid in easily, curling to stroke my front wall. My eyes rolled back. The obscene wet sounds of his finger fucking me filled the small closet.

"Answer him quietly," Alex whispered hotly in my ear, adding a second finger. He scissored them, opening me up while his thumb kept rubbing tight circles on my clit. "Or I'll make you scream."

I fought for control. "J-just me… changing," I managed, voice shaky.

The player chuckled. "Alright. Thought I heard something weird."

Alex rewarded me by thrusting his fingers deeper, faster. The stretch burned so good. I could feel every knuckle, every ridge as he pumped in and out, hitting that spongy spot inside me over and over. My juices coated his hand, dripping down my thighs.

"Good girl," he praised darkly, biting my neck. "Taking Daddy's fingers so well while someone's right outside. Your pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go."

I rocked back against his cock, desperate. The risk, his filthy words, and the relentless pleasure built higher and higher. My walls fluttered around his invading fingers.