× Horan

Another day, another practice.

Earlier that morning the team had a press conference. I've only been to one conference before, and that was when I became captain of the team. Having one because you made it into the BUSA was a lot different. The room was a constant rumble of people talking and moving about. People were crazy to get our attention and the camera flashes were continues, two hours later and I was still seeing spots. There wasn't any one time where things were calm and quiet.

To my surprise, after the questions about my beat-up face were answered, the questions that were asked were relatively relevant to football and it wasn't until the very end when they started to get a little personal; between Lynn and I especially.

Ever since Lynn joined the lineup, it was like everything we did was sexualized just because there were two opposite genders on the same team. It was disgusting how our society cared more about the gossip than the sport. I would have thought more professionally of the reporters, but I wasn't any better because as they were asking about any steamy romances, I was being rather distracted by the snug dress Lynn was wearing beside me.

Watching her now on the field was maddening to me. How could someone go from a tight, black dress with a low V-line, to shorts and a crewneck jumper with hair sloppily pulled up and still look absolutely incredible?

I didn't have much time to admire when I saw the ball come flying in my direction. I quickly ran to catch up and bumped it off my chest before dribbling away from the defenders. Just as I was about to make a goal, Lynn swooped in and took the ball right out from under my feet.

As soon as she passed it to Reece, she ran back to me, a smirk on her lips. "Get your head in the game, Ireland," she said confidently.

And as the scrimmage game continued, I couldn't help but get a little pissed. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she was so calm and poised while I was too preoccupied by the image of that fucking little black dress she wore, riding up her thighs invitingly.

So the next time she got the ball, I ran up behind her and pressed myself dangerously close. I acted like I was battling her for the ball, but in reality I was running my hands up the back of her jumper and squeezing her hips, just enough for her to lose focus.

She tried to pass the ball, but it wasn't aimed right and instead went shooting to a teammate on my side. As soon as the players switched directions, Lynn turned to me, cheeks flushed.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked quietly.

"I'm just playing the game, Princess." I shot her a crafty grin before I ran off to join the game again.

I wasn't sure what it was, but since two days ago when I got in the fight, things had been different between us. In a good way. It wasn't back to how it was before by no means, but it was better and that was all I could ask for. The rest was just going to take some time.

Throughout the scrimmage, every time Lynn would get the ball, I would either trail my fingers along her skin or press my crotch against her ass. Sometimes when Lynn didn't have the ball, I would get up behind her and take advantage of everyone's attention being somewhere else and be a little braver by cupping a boob.

Each and every time Lynn would swat me away and give me a warning glare, but eventually she joined in by sticking her ass out, only slightly, but enough for the friction inside my shorts to intensify.

The whole thing was a daring game, and I think the only reason we kept it going for as long as we did was because if someone were to look over at the right time, we would have been exposed, and that was the most thrilling part about it.

Eventually, Coach's whistle blew, ringing throughout the arena.

"Good practice, everyone. You're all free to leave," he said as we all walked off the field. "But remember the interview for the Daily Mail tomorrow at nine, practice after."

Everyone started to head into the arena, but before I could take a step in that direction, Coach's hand clasped my shoulder, his other one stopping Lynn in her tracks as well.

My heart started to race. Did he see what was happening on the field? Were we not as stealthy as we thought we were? This was it, wasn't it? One look at Lynn told me that she was having the same thoughts.

"Can you do me a favor and grab the cones?" he asked us, nodding in the direction of the field. "And then put them away? I have a meeting to go to."

I've never had a heart attack, but I was pretty sure I just had one.

"Yeah, sure," Lynn said, recovered from the panic.

Lynn grabbed my arm and dragged me out to the field. We didn't say anything to each other as we started walking in opposite directions to do what Coach had asked. My heart was still pounding, but by the time we gathered all the cones, it had settled down some. Coach was nowhere in sight as the two of us went to the storage closet and put the cones away.

It wasn't until I was in the empty hallway of the arena when Lynn shouted behind me.

"What is your problem?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," I retorted with a grin.

That was when Lynn did something totally un-Lynn like. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. Surprised was an understatement. There was fire in her eyes, but it didn't give off any warmth. It was filled with rage and maybe even a little bit of lust. This was a Lynn I had never seen before and it was really turning me on more than before.

"That was reckless, Niall," she stated, gripping onto my sweatshirt tighter and pushed me further into the brick wall. "We could have gotten caught."

"And yet, that didn't stop you from returning the fire."

Her hand reached up and grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at her. My breathing picked up at the simple touch. I wanted to feel her everywhere; I wanted her against the wall, on the floor, or even outside on the field. My mind was racing as she brought herself closer to me, ghosting her lips over mine.

"Fuck you," she jeered.

She was so close to me, doing that thing where she gets me all bothered without even realizing it. Our chests were pressed together and I could smell a mixture of peppermint and sweat, the combination sending shockwaves straight to my balls.

I lowered my voice to a husky growl. "Yeah, fuck me."

It was like flipping a switch because the next thing I knew her mouth was on mine. Her tongue swiped across my bottom lip, but before I could open my mouth, she moved across my jaw and placed open mouthed kisses all over my neck. My hands were everywhere - in her hair, on her hips, running up the bottom of her jumper. We were greedy for each other with sloppy kisses and lusty touches; we just wanted the rising heat inside to burst.

One of my hands slipped down to her ass, and before I could go any further, Lynn suddenly grabbed my wrist and slammed it against the wall.

"What the hell?" I glared.

She pulled back just enough so she could look at me. "I'm in charge," she declared. Her voice was rough and hard, but at the same time sultry and sexy. "And you better finish what you started on the field."

"Gladly," I smirked.

She grabbed my hand in hers and led me down the hall before any of the lads saw us. We barely stepped through the threshold of the woman's' locker room before she had me up against the wall again.

Lynn wasted no time as she pulled my sweatshirt over my head and quickly stripped off her sweater, revealing her black sports bra. My lips met hers once more, running my hands up her newly exposed torso. I had never kissed so desperately - to feel someone's mouth against mine, to feel her tongue dance with my own - as much as I did then.

Suddenly, she pulled away and dragged me around a corner of the row of lockers and to a bench. With her hands on my chest, she pushed me down and promptly climbed onto my lap, straddling me.

Without warning, her hand went down to grip the thickness of my cock through the fabric of my shorts. I groaned in approval.

"Love how hard you get for me," she said innocently.

"Uh, fuck," I swore under my breath and gripped her hips. "Want you to ride me."

The acquitted look immediately left her face, replaced with that anger once again as her hand left my length. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she sneered. "Not this time."

She started to slowly roll her hips against the smooth fabric of my shorts and I couldn't do anything but helplessly watch her. She was overtaking me, playing the dominant role for once. She knew what she was doing, no hesitation as her soft fingers went to the hem of my navy shorts. I stirred under her touch, a reflex to drive my hips up against her greedily.

Lynn placed her free hand on my chest and forced me down. "No moving," she commanded.

Dominance wasn't Lynn's natural state. When we were together it was even, easy, and if anyone was rolling on top and taking over, it was me. I liked to call the shots, but sometimes it was nice to be tossed around and wrecked by someone who knew how.

Armed with this new, inflated assurance, I felt completely surrounded and overwhelmed by her. The way she touched me got me out of my head when all I consciously wanted to do was disappear further into it. It was rare, but that only made this feeling more powerful, hotter in every way. Lynn's ego was nothing compared to mine, and sometimes this was exactly what I needed - someone to hold me down and shut me up.

Lynn's hand slipped passed my shorts and boxers until her fingers clasped around my throbbing cock, her thumb sliding over the wet tip. Her name and a bunch of vulgar slurs poured out of my mouth. There was way too much fabric between us, but I knew if I said anything about it, Lynn would just snap at me again.

Right then, the door to the women's locker room squeaked and I knew someone was coming in. My eyes went wide as Lynn quickly jumped off my lap.

"Lynn?" someone asked, their voice echoing off the walls.

Lynn didn't respond. Instead, she grabbed my hand and went to the bathroom in the back of the room. For the second time in a span of twenty minutes, my heart was going to burst through my chest. How come we went all this time without worry of getting caught, and suddenly it happens twice in one day?

"Are you in here?" the person asked again.

I watched, stunned, as Lynn looked around the room. "Yeah, yeah I'm in here," she shouted back to them. Then suddenly she pushed me into one of the shower compartments and locked the door behind us. "I'm just taking a shower!"

Then, to add to the chaos, Lynn reached over and turned the nob of the shower, cold water pouring down on us. I had to bite my lip from letting out a shout of surprise.

"I was just stopping by to see if you needed a ride to work," they continued.

The water quickly turned from cold to warm to hot, and the shock of the water and the mystery person somewhere on the other side of the door started to wear off. I sighed as the heat from the water sank into my muscles and worked out the pain that was built up day after day from practice.

Using the diversion of the intruder, I decided to take over where we had left off and grabbed Lynn by the hips and pulled her close. The hot water running down was beading against her skin, traveling over every hill and valley of her body.

"Thanks, Jillian, I'll-" Lynn paused with a small gasp as I latched onto a spot on her neck. "I'll meet you in the parking lot."

I trailed my mouth down to Lynn's shoulder as I started tugging on the strap of her sports bra. My white tank top was clinging to my body and my shorts were heavier than before, falling down lower on my hips.

"Are you okay?" Jillian called again. "You sound kind of... distraught."

"I'm fine! Just go, I'll see you in five-"

"Ten," I interrupted quietly.

"-Ten minutes!"

A few seconds later, I heard the door squeak again and knew that she had finally left. Getting impatient, I pressed Lynn to the shower wall and slammed my mouth on hers. Our hands were all over each other, fingers pressing and digging into skin, and the only sound that was heard was the soft pants and groans and the spray of the water above. The kiss was only broken by Lynn pushing on my chest.

"I'm supposed to be in charge," she said sternly.

"I'm always in charge, Princess."

Before she could protest, I leaned in to place hot, open mouthed kisses across her skin again, making a moan escape her lips. The way I was kissing her was foreign to me, all wild and bruising but somehow gentle and caring at the same time. It was something I had never done, and yet it felt like second nature with Lynn.

The only time our mouth's left each other was when Lynn removed her bra. The moment it was thrown over the shower door, I moved down her body, leaving soft kisses until I reached her breasts. I mouthed down the valley between them then moved over and placed my lips around her nipple, twirling my tongue. Then I let my hand trail down further, reaching the top of her spandex shorts. Placing my hand over the fabric, I looked at her face, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she let out a shaky breath.

I didn't give her any notice as I tugged down her shorts. Her head thunked back against the tile as I let my hand make its way down between her legs. When my finger first made contact with her heat, Lynn gasped loudly, eyes falling shut in pleasure. I slowly ran my hand down from her clit to her folds and then back, repeating the motion while I kissed her jaw.

"Ohh, God..." she groaned, fisting the back of my soaked tank top.

I began focusing on her clit; my fingers drawing patterns, causing her breathing to become quicker. Bringing my other hand down to lift up her leg, I got easier access to what I wanted most. I started off slow, running down to where she was dying for me to finally touch her, putting only a little pressure on her entrance with one finger.

"Stop- stop teasing," she gasped against my mouth.

I did as she asked and inserted a finger, slowly pushing it in and out before adding another. When her moaning became louder, I decided to curl my fingers, making her whimper in pleasure. It was all too much for Lynn, the hot water falling over her and relaxing every muscle in her body, the movement of my fingers and my lips against her neck, the way my hands were digging into her wet flesh, and I knew she was about to come.

Lynn whined loudly when I pulled my fingers out.

"Sorry," I grinned.

"No you're not," she hissed back.

"Yeah, you're right about that," I agreed while I pressed my fingers against her lips, making her open her mouth to suck on my middle and forefinger. "Now, turn so I can fuck you."

She did as I said and spun around. I took my shirt off and threw it over the shower before I pushed Lynn against the door. I entwined our hands together and placed them against the glass in front of us.

After pulling down my shorts and boxers, I teased her by rubbing my tip against her fold, getting her irritated.

"Shit," I said once I thought of something.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I don't have a condom," I answered. "I didn't expect for this to happen."

Lynn just shook her head. "I don't care. I took my pill, just for God's sake, Niall-"

Before she could even finish speaking, I slammed into her. I didn't need to be told twice. I started out slow, teasing her like I always did, though it was killing me just as much as it was her. The hot water had steamed up the entire stall, making us pant heavily.

She purposefully tightened herself around my length, and I let out a loud groan as I grabbed her jaw and tilted her head back so I had full access to her mouth.

I was thrusting into her hard and steady, her body bouncing at every move. I could picture her tits pressed up against the fogged up glass and the image could have made me come right then and there. My free hand wandered down to hike up her leg and I plunge even deeper. A pleased moan rumbled from her lips before she screamed out my name. I didn't want to hear my name being spoken any other way ever again.

My chest was flush against her back, but it still wasn't enough. I needed to feel all of her. I needed to see her eyes as I fuck her into oblivion.

Pulling out, I spun Lynn around and let my hands travel down to her ass and to the back of her thighs before lifting her up into my arms. I pressed her back against the tile to help with leverage and she automatically wrapped her legs around my waist, her hold around my neck tightening.

"Oh, fuck," I sighed from the new angle as I slammed into her once again.

From the fast movement, Lynn clawed her fingernails into my shoulders and a moan left her mouth. It didn't sound like any sound she'd made before, surprising the both of us.

I froze, fear paralyzing me. "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head. "No. Please..." she begged breathlessly. "Don't stop."

I exhaled deeply, the panic of hurting her again washing away with the shower water. I pulled her in close and thrust into her as hard and deep as I could. She started grinding slow figure eights against me, tilting her head back to bare her throat. I couldn't help but attach my mouth to the junction of her collarbone as she arched her back in pleasure.

Lynn started rocking her hips feverishly and I loved watching her slide against me, rolling and ridding my body. I gripped her hips firmly as she sunk down on me further and pulling out all the way just to sink back down agonizingly slow.

I didn't vocalize my pleasure as much this time than the others, and maybe that had to do with my new understanding of my feelings toward Lynn - just wanted to feel and hear her without my own voice ringing in my ears.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, unable to stop the deep groan that came from my throat as she clenched tightly around me. I alternated between a slow roll and deep thrusts as she buried her face in my neck.

Reeling back to stare at her seriously, I bounced her a bit on my cock to steady my grip, fingers digging into her thighs. With every pulse of her body against mine, I urged her forward in desperate little mumbles. I felt her muscles tense and I kept the fast pace going, precisely hitting that spot every time.

"Oh God, right- right there," Lynn said through a broken moan.

We were both close, I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her skin was overheated and sleek with water and I was struggling for breath as my thighs slapped roughly against her ass. Our hips found a perfect rhythm, her pushing down hard as I bucked up against her, creating a pace that forced her to lay her head against my shoulder.

"Let go, Princess," I encouraged softly. I grabbed her face in one hand and made her look at me as I felt myself start to twitch inside her. "Wanna feel ya come."

Careening over the edge, she clenched around me and let the tension build in the pit of her stomach until it exploded all at once. Lynn let herself go as I watched, fascinated at how her body reacted, losing full control of her limbs as she tensed and jolted against me. I pressed my lips to hers while I rode out her high. When she raked her nails down my back, I retaliated by sinking my teeth into her bottom lip, tugging at it roughly.

My mind went blank when pleasure washed over my entire body, groans coming out muffled against her mouth as I came deep and thick inside her.

We came down slowly, breathing against each other as our heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm. I slid out of her slowly, Lynn's feet planting firmly on the ground, but I didn't move away from her. We stayed like that; not saying anything while the water ran down our naked bodies.

There was this tranquility in the air; calmness as the two of us shared the same space. As I placed my forehead against hers, I thought that maybe this was the time to tell her. We were as close as we could be and no one like Harry to ruin the moment again.

But I kept my mouth shut.

Lynn took the opportunity to grab the shampoo from the rack and squeezed a blob of it into her palm. Before I could register in my head what she was doing, she rubbed her hands together and rung her fingers into my wet hair and proceeded to lather.

I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the soothing sensation run through my body as she played with my hair. Scalp massages were the way to my heart and penis. I swore to God it was almost as good as sex. Almost.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to see that Lynn was staring at me.

"What?" I asked with a shy smile.

She didn't respond at first, just kept running her fingers through my hair and looking at me. Her caramel hair was slicked back and lay in wet locks down her shoulders. The simple makeup she had put on for the press conference was completely removed from the water gently spraying down her face. I watched as the droplets rolled off the edge of her nose and down her swollen lips until they fell off her chin. The hot water had turned into warm, verging on cold, but I didn't have any desire to get out any time soon.

Just as I was about to grab the shampoo bottle to do the same for her, Lynn leaned forward and kissed me. Her hands were still tangled in my hair so she had full control, and this time I let her keep it.

The shower water fell down our faces to where our lips met, each of us tasting the cold drops. Instead of detracting from the intensity of the moment, it brought us to new heights.

The kiss wasn't anything needy - no tongue, no lust, no motive to go any further. As Lynn pushed her lips against mine more firmly, the wave that ran through me was intoxicating. I could feel her smile against my mouth and I couldn't help but grin, too.

Lynn pulled away all too soon. Her hands went down to my arms until they were clasped around mine, our fingers lacing together.

"Yes," she said softly. "I'll go on a date with you."