Lust & Rivalry

That was…pathetic. All of the extra nights of practice we did. The sprints, the drills. Was any of it actually worth it? We put in so much effort and we still lost.

“Shit.”

It sounds like most everyone’s left the locker room. Good. I feel like I failed as team captain today. I wonder if any of my teammates saw me sulking back here. I really don’t want to see any of them right now.

I turn the corner of the last row of lockers and head towards the shower.

“I’ll just take a quick rinse and...”

“Hey, captain.”

Oh. No. God, no. Forget my teammates. You are the last person I want to see right now. The rival captain of the team that just beat us.

“Hey. Um, congratulations. Really, it was a good ga– ”

“What even was that back there? You were so sloppy today. ”

Anger flashes through me. Sloppy? Seriously?

“We made a couple of risky -”

“Are you seriously making excuses right now?”

“I’m not making excuses! We did our best out there today.You won! No need to rub it in. ”

“I only get better when I’m playing against the best. And you are the best. You just didn’t play like it today. ”

Was that a compliment? You and I have always kind of been like this, at each other’s throats. I mean, we’re rivals. Both team captains of highly-respected soccer teams.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“I’m serious. I’m only as good as my best competitor. ”

“Alright. I promise, next game, we’ll wipe the floor with you and your team. ”

You give me a look, one that I recognize seeing on the field. A fierceness, but it feels like more than that. There’s something between us…but it’s so hard to define. We’ve always had mutual respect between us. But then there’s also that competitive edge. We want to beat each other, but we’re constantly trying to make each other better.

“Okay, then. It’s a date. ”

You watch me for a moment, then come a little closer. Each of your steps are so confident, just like how you are out on the field. You look me up and down, like you want to take me apart, piece by piece. My heart skips a beat as I get a whiff of your scent. How do you manage to smell good right after a game?

“Now that I’m thinking about it…maybe we should go head-to-head sometime. Just you and me. Goal kicks. ”

You keep coming closer until our bodies are just inches apart. The confidence I normally have with you is totally gone. In fact, I’m feeling vulnerable and a little submissive after that brutal loss.

“I’ve kicked your ass before. I’ll do it again. ”

I suddenly have the urge to touch you. Maybe I’ve always wanted to.

“Oh, I don’t think you can handle me…”

Something tells me we’re not talking about soccer anymore.

“Bet I can handle you, though.”

You lean in close enough that I can feel your breath fanning my face. Your lips are so close to mine. But you’re hesitating. Why? Are you waiting for me to make a move? My head is buzzing and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. This isn’t right, the two of us…but I don’t care. Nobody’s watching. And you want to play.

I want to play, too. I grab you by the arms and steer you against the row of lockers.

You kiss me back with just as much emotion. Your hands are in my hair, on my shoulders, on my back. You’re touching me everywhere, and I have to feel your skin against mine.

You moan against me as I kiss down your neck, licking and tasting the sweat on your skin.

“Bite.”

I gently nibble your neck…

“Like you mean it.”

I bite down, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise. You grab my hair tight in your fist and pull.

“Yes, fuck yes! Like that.”

You press your body close and your hips move rhythmically into me.

Fuck, I want more. But we shouldn’t do this here. Where anyone can walk in on us. I pull back for a second and look over my shoulder at the door. You take my hand in yours and pull me towards the showers.

“In here.”

You press me up against the cool tile wall and cover my lips with yours.

“You’re sure? You want to do this here? ”

“What, do you want me to take you on a date first?”

“We both know you’re too impatient to wait that long.”

You tug my shirt off and free myself from my sports bra. I can feel your eyes, your smirk, looking down at me as you run your hands over my bare stomach. You play with my nipples with the tips of your fingers.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Really? Looks like you’re the one who can’t wait. I could take you on that date, if you want. ”

You give my nipples a little pinch, twisting them around in your fingers.

“You like this, don’t you? Like it when I’m in charge? When I’m on top? ”

“Oh, god...”

“Too bad I didn’t bring my strap with me. You’d look so fucking hot bent over in the shower while I fucked you. ”

“Fuck, I want it. I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I know you do. You want to know a little secret? ”

You lean in close, your lips barely touching the shell of my ear.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since our first match.”

You pull your shirt up and off. I want to feel your tits in my hands. I want to put my face in your breasts, but I’m also enjoying being told what to do. You reach for my hands and pin them up above my head. You hold them there with one hand and use the other to lightly tease the outside of my pussy.

“Yeah? You want it? You want me to fuck you? ”

“Yeah, please. Please, fuck me.”

You pull your hand away from my pussy and push two fingers up against my lips. I take them into my mouth and suck, hard. You’re teasing me and I love it. You pull your fingers out of my mouth and slip them so easily up inside me. Oh, I’m soaked.

“Good girl.”

“Oh fuck. Fuck, yeah...”

I’ve always loved being penetrated, especially with strap-ons. And you…you don’t disappoint me. Even with your fingers, you’re hitting the right spot…fuck, it feels good. My body jerks against you as your fingers slide up to play with my clit. You’re driving me fucking wild. You…the last person on earth I ever expected to…

You pull your hand away, suddenly. I think you must enjoy denying me pleasure. You lean against the wall beside me and take my hand, reversing our positions. Your hand guides mine between your legs. I touch the warm wetness between your legs, and I can already feel you shake.

“Oh fuck, yeah. Just like that.”

You act tough, but just touching you so light like this is making you crazy. I feel myself wanting to please you, wanting to submit to you.

“Fuck, that’s so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

It’s hard to focus on what I’m doing, suckling on your nipple, or flicking my fingers against your clit. But I keep going. This is good. This is so good.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

I gently pull on your nipple with my mouth, and thrust my fingers inside, thrusting in and out. You’re so wet. Your body trembles against mine.

“Fuck! Oh, oh fuck...”

Your knee rubs against my clit, trying to get me to cum, but you can’t get any friction. I slip my free hand down between my legs and work my clit as fast as I can. You buck against me once...twice. You’re so close. I can feel it.

“I'm going to cum! Fuck, make me cum.”

I love the way you command me. And I love how quick I am to comply. Your walls cling to my fingers and I pump harder in and out of you. Your nails dig into the skin of my back.

You hardly take any time to recover before you’re sliding down my body. Your mouth is suddenly on me, desperately licking my clit.

It’s so good. So good. Your tongue knows just how to rub against my clit. How to flick against my folds. How to thrust inside me again and again and make my insides clench...

I press my hand against your head, and that just drives you in further. Licking me faster. Pressing your tongue inside me and swirling it around. Oh, Oh fuck.

“Yes, yes! Just like that. Yes!”

You’re amazing. So amazing. Your tongue, your body, your hands, everything. I want more than this. I want so much more. I want you to take me home, fuck me until I can’t walk. I want to just have you on my pussy for hours, for days. I want you.

“I'm cumming, I'm cumming...”

I vaguely feel you pulling my shorts up and handing me my shirt. You adjust yourself, getting your own clothes back in order. The tile wall is cool against my back and I press my forehead into it for a moment. Finally, I turn to look at you.

“So, about that date.”

“You’re serious about that?”

You grin at me and it’s… different. It’s still the smile of a competitor, still the knowing grin of someone who will thoroughly enjoy beating me out on the field. But it’s different now.

“Saturday. We’ll run drills on the field. If you do good enough, maybe I’ll take you out to dinner after.”

“Can't wait.”