The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

The shadows beneath the bleachers swallowed them quickly.

Cold metal supports rose around them, crossed by narrow strips of afternoon light. The dirt beneath Roxie’s shoes was damp, and the wind sounded different under there, trapped between steel and concrete.

Zac looked around once.

Then he looked at her.

"You brought me under the bleachers."

Roxie leaned against one of the wide support poles. "You followed."

"You were holding my hand."

"You could’ve resisted."

His eyes moved slowly over her face. "I didn’t want to."

The playfulness in his voice had changed.

Roxie felt it immediately.

Zac stepped closer, placing one hand beside her head against the cold pole. His body blocked most of the light in front of her, leaving his face in shadow except for one thin line across his jaw.

"We shouldn’t stay long," he said.

"Scared?"

"No." His gaze dropped to her mouth. "Trying to give you a chance to change your mind."

She grabbed the front of his hoodie and kissed him.

Zac reacted at once.

His free hand landed on her waist, pulling her against him as his mouth opened beneath hers. The kiss carried the heat from the field with them. Running, laughing, falling across him on the turf, all of it sharpened under the bleachers where nobody could see them.

Roxie kissed him harder.

Zac pressed her back against the support pole. The metal felt cold through her jacket, but his body was warm against the front of hers. His hand moved from her waist to her lower back, holding her close enough that she felt every shift of his breathing.

His tongue slid against hers.

A quiet sound escaped her.

Zac swallowed it with another kiss.

Being hidden made everything feel stronger. The stadium looked empty, but any door could open. Someone could walk along the track. A security guard could check the gate. Coach Miller could realize Roxie had never reached the parking lot.

She should have cared more.

Zac kissed down the side of her neck, and the thought disappeared.

His mouth found the spot beneath her ear. He kissed it once, then again with more pressure.

Roxie tilted her head.

"Zac."

"Yeah?"

"I’d miss our stolen moments here."

"Then let’s do our worst."

His lips returned to her skin.

She gripped his shoulders as he kissed lower, slow and open mouthed. His teeth brushed lightly near her collarbone before his tongue soothed the same place.

Heat gathered low in her stomach.

His hands slid under her jacket and found the hem of the oversized hoodie she wore over her practice clothes.

His hoodie.

Roxie felt his fingers touch the bare skin above the waistband of her leggings.

She shivered.

Zac lifted his head. "Cold?"

"No."

His eyes stayed on hers while his palms moved farther beneath the hoodie.

Warm hands traveled slowly over her sides.

Roxie’s breathing changed.

Zac noticed.

He always noticed.

His right hand stopped below her sports bra.

"Okay?" he asked.

Roxie glanced toward the open side of the bleachers. Thin strips of daylight moved across the dirt. Nobody was there.

She looked back at him.

"Be careful."

His expression tightened with focus. "Always."

His hand moved higher.

Zac cupped her breast over the sports bra.

Roxie went still.

The touch was simple. His palm held her through the thin fabric while his thumb rested near the curve of her breast.

Her body reacted anyway.

Her nipple tightened against the bra.

Zac’s eyes darkened.

He squeezed gently.

Roxie breathed in sharply.

His thumb moved over her nipple once.

The friction through the fabric sent a warm pulse directly between her legs. Her thighs pressed together before she could stop them.

Zac did it again.

Slower.

Her back lifted away from the pole.

"Fuck," she whispered.

His mouth curved slightly. "Strong?"

She nodded. "Really strong."

He rolled his thumb over the tight peak again, watching her face as the pressure pulled another breath from her.

Roxie gripped the front of his hoodie.

"Keep doing it."

Zac’s jaw tightened.

His thumb circled her nipple through the sports bra. Each slow pass made it harder, more sensitive, until the fabric itself felt rough against her skin.

He kissed her again.

Roxie opened for him immediately. While his tongue moved against hers, his fingers slipped beneath the lower edge of her sports bra.

His palm touched bare skin.

She tensed for half a second.

Zac stopped.

Roxie kissed him harder and pulled him closer.

That was enough.

His hand moved fully beneath the bra and cupped her breast skin to skin.

"Zac."

The moan came hard.

Her legs felt shaky.

The warmth of his palm made her whimper into his mouth.

He squeezed softly, learning the weight and shape of her. His thumb brushed her bare nipple. Roxie’s hips pushed forward without permission.

Zac groaned.

His cock was already hard.

She felt the thick length of it pressed against her through his sweatpants and her leggings.

The contact made her face burn, but she stayed against him.

Zac rolled her nipple carefully between his thumb and finger.

"Zac."

His name came out breathy.

He did it again.

The small pinch sent a sharper pulse through her. Roxie’s knees weakened, and her hands tightened on his shoulders.

"You’re so sensitive," he murmured.

He sounded surprised.

Roxie felt embarrassed by how easily he could make her react, but the embarrassment only added to the heat. His eyes stayed fixed on her face while he touched her, learning every movement that made her mouth fall open.

He rolled her nipple again.

"Fuck, Roxie. The sounds you make."

Her hips moved against his cock.

Zac’s breath broke.

She liked that.

She liked feeling his control slip because of her.

Roxie rubbed against him again, slower this time.

His hand tightened around her breast.

"Do that again," he said.

She did.

The hard line of his cock dragged against the center of her through their clothes. Pressure caught against her clit, making her stomach clench.

Zac kissed her neck again, sucking gently while his fingers continued rolling and pinching her nipple.

Roxie’s head dropped back against the pole.

Her body had started moving with his without any decision from her. Each slow grind made the ache between her legs grow warmer. She could feel herself getting wet inside her panties.

Zac pulled his hand from beneath her bra.

Roxie almost complained.

Then both his hands slid beneath her thighs.

"What are you doing?"

"Hold on."

He lifted her.

Roxie gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct. Zac pressed her back against the support pole, holding her up with his body and his hands beneath her thighs.

The new position pushed his cock directly against her.

Her breath caught.

Zac’s face tightened when her weight settled over him.

"Shit."

Roxie looked toward the open side of the bleachers again. "Someone could see us like this."

"They’d have to come under here."

"That isn’t comforting."

"Want down?"

His hands loosened slightly, ready to lower her.

Roxie tightened her legs around his waist.

Zac looked at her.

"Stay," she whispered.

His eyes darkened further.

One hand continued supporting her while the other pushed her jacket open. He caught the bottom of her hoodie and the shirt beneath it, lifting both until the fabric gathered above her sports bra.

Cold air touched her stomach.

Roxie shivered.

Zac bent his head and disappeared beneath the hoodie.

The fabric covered his hair and most of his face, forming a moving shape against her body.

"This looks ridiculous," Roxie whispered.

His mouth touched the soft skin beneath her breast.

Her laugh broke into a gasp.

Zac kissed along the lower curve, his lips warm against skin that had been cold seconds earlier. His tongue followed, slow and wet.

Roxie’s hands went to the back of his head through the hoodie.

He pushed her sports bra upward.

Her breast slipped free.

The cold air touched her nipple first.

Then Zac’s mouth covered it.

Roxie moaned loudly.

She clapped one hand over her mouth, but the sound had already escaped into the empty space beneath the bleachers.

Zac’s tongue rolled over her nipple.

The wet heat felt stronger than his fingers had. He circled the hard peak before sucking it gently into his mouth.

Roxie’s back arched against the pole.

"Fuck."

Her fingers tightened in his hair through the fabric.

Zac sucked again.

His tongue flicked across her nipple while his hips started moving beneath her. His cock rubbed against her clit through her leggings and panties, finding the same place with every upward grind.

Roxie’s legs tightened around him.

The pressure felt perfect.

His mouth kept working over her breast while his hips rocked between her thighs. Each pull of his lips sent heat rushing down her stomach. Each grind dragged the damp fabric of her panties across her clit.

She stopped thinking about the open stadium.

She stopped thinking about the cold.

Her whole body narrowed to his tongue, his cock, and the hands holding her securely against the pole.

"Zac," she moaned.

He groaned around her nipple.

The vibration went through her breast and down between her legs. Roxie’s hips pushed harder against him.

His fingers dug into her thighs.

He released her nipple with a wet sound, then dragged his tongue beneath her breast before moving to the other side.

Roxie looked down at the hoodie covering his head.

Not seeing him made her hotter. She closed her eyes and imagined his mouth on her nipple.

His mouth closed over her other nipple.

Her body jerked.

Zac sucked slowly, then rolled the peak with his tongue. Roxie whimpered and pulled him closer, holding his head against her breast.

She wanted more.

The realization came without shame.

Her hips began matching his rhythm. She ground down against his cock as he pushed up into her. The hard head caught beneath her clit through the fabric, making every movement sharper.

Zac groaned again.

His mouth stayed around her nipple while his hips drove harder.

Roxie felt how thick he was beneath her. His cock pressed between her legs with enough force that she could trace the full shape of him through his sweatpants.

She was soaked.

Her panties clung to her. The friction against her clit grew smoother as her body kept moving.

The pressure started winding inside her.

She recognized it from the couch.

That deep pull.

That tightening low in her stomach.

Her thighs began to shake around Zac’s waist.

He released her breast and pushed his head out from beneath the hoodie. His lips were wet. His cheeks were flushed dark red, and his eyes looked almost black.

"You okay?" he asked, breathing hard.

Roxie nodded quickly.

"Use words."

"Yes." She pulled him closer by the hoodie. "Keep going."

Zac kissed her hard.

His hips pushed upward at the same time, and Roxie moaned into his mouth. He held her firmly beneath her ass and helped guide her movements against his cock.

"Like that?" he asked against her lips.

"Yes."

"Fuck, babe."

Roxie rolled her hips again.

Zac’s head dropped briefly against the pole above hers.

"You’re going to make me come in my pants."

The blunt words made heat rush across her face.

She moved again anyway.

"Would that be bad?"

His laugh broke into a groan. "Depends how much you enjoy destroying me."

"A lot."

"I knew it."

He kissed her again.

Roxie ground against him faster. The pressure inside her tightened with every movement. Her body felt close to tipping into the frightening intensity that had made her stop on the couch.

This time, curiosity pushed against the fear.

She wanted to know.

She wanted to feel the pressure finally release.

Zac’s mouth moved back to her neck while his hands guided her hips. His cock twitched hard beneath her.

A metal gate slammed somewhere near the end zone.

The sound cracked through the empty stadium.

Roxie froze with her hips still pressed against Zac’s cock.

Zac lifted his head from her neck.

Heavy footsteps scraped against the concrete path.

"Is someone in here?"