Nash slumped onto the shower floor, Nia still impaled deep on his cock.
Their breaths came in ragged gasps, mouths searching for each other until they crashed together in another messy kiss.
Cum spilled out of her stretched pussy, warm streams sliding down his shaft and pooling beneath them.
His hands roamed freely now, gripping her ass, sliding up her waist, cupping her wet breasts.
Nia trembled against him, her body still shuddering from orgasm, but her excitement only grew. She clung tighter, licking his lips between desperate moans.
"More... I want more..." she whispered, then giggled breathlessly.
She rose slightly, thighs quivering, then pushed down again, trying to mount him fully.
Her hips started to grind in a steady, rolling rhythm, her whole body rocking on top of him like she was riding to music, her pussy squeezing around his cock as she took control.
Nash groaned, surprised by her sudden force.
"Damn, Nia, you’re still going?"
Her answer was another kiss, her tongue diving into his mouth, her moans vibrating against him. She moved on him faster, each bounce sending another wet squelch through the room.
Then... knock, knock.
Victoria’s voice cut through the steam.
"Enough. Out, both of you. Halftime is almost over."
Nash froze, blinking.
Already? That quick?
He wanted more. Hell, his body screamed for more. But Nia acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
She forced her lips harder onto his, moaning into his mouth as her hips snapped faster.
"Wait—Nia..." Nash tried to warn her, muffled into the kiss. But she only whined, shaking her head, riding him harder.
The pounding grew wetter, cum and juice splashing down his thighs, their bodies grinding like they couldn’t stop.
Nash finally gave in, lifting her up in his arms again, still buried deep. He pushed to his feet, her legs locked tight around his waist.
They stumbled out of the shower still kissing, still fucking midair, water dripping off their bodies.
Nia clung to him like an octopus possessed.
Nash stumbled into the hallway with Nia still clinging to him, her legs locked tight, her body refusing to let go.
He sighed helplessly, trying to catch his breath.
"Well... that was the plan," he said to Victoria. "Helps me to not get distracted by that weird girl."
Nia whined, burying her face in his neck, moaning softly as if she were an animal refusing to leave a toy.
Her pussy still clenched around him with little spasms, desperate to keep the connection.
Victoria stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her glasses catching the steam. Her gaze was cold, she didn’t even raise her voice.
"Good call," she said flatly. "But look at her."
Nash glanced down. Nia was still grinding faintly, her body trembling, eyes glazed like she was lost.
Victoria stepped closer, her heels echoing against the tile.
"Impressive. She changes completely for you."
Then her voice cracked with authority.
"Lil Vice."
The nickname snapped through the air like a whip. Nia froze, her whole body stiffening. Her eyes blinked, snapping back to reality.
She slowly lifted her head, sweat and water streaking her flushed face. She gulped.
"Go down. Now."
Nia whimpered, clinging tighter for one last second. Then, with a sob-like moan, she slid down slowly, her pussy squeezing hard around Nash’s cock to steal a final sensation.
The clench made him groan deep, his voice rumbling against her ear.
Finally free, his cock jutted out, still raging hard, veins thick, glistening with their mixed fluids.
Victoria’s eyes flicked down for a second, lingering on the mastodon. Her expression didn’t change, but she was wondering what kind of stamina this man carried.
Then she adjusted her glasses.
"Get ready. We’re going back."
Victoria had anticipated everything. She came with fresh uniforms for Nash and Nia.
She had laid them out, folded crisp, as if she knew exactly what had happened and how long it would take.
Nash pulled the new kit on with, while Nia was slower, dreamy-eyed, smiling faintly as if still floating somewhere far away.
She stayed close to him, brushing her shoulder against his arm, clinging in like glued to his scent.
The moment they stepped into the locker room, all heads turned. Nobody knew what had gone down, but they didn’t need details.
Nia’s flushed cheeks, damp hair, the way she leaned into Nash, it was enough.
Alicia’s mouth parted in shock before closing, then opening again, her voice sharp.
"You... You cheating snake!"
Nia didn’t even bother. She giggled softly, almost humming a song.
"You could call me anything right now, and I’d still be fine with it."
The relaxed tone only made Alicia’s blood boil hotter.
"Fucking bitch, I knew it! Forget about sharing, that reward is mine. Your shift is over!"
Finally, Nia’s haze cracked. She straightened, eyes flashing as she shot back.
"Like hell it is. Don’t kid yourself, I’m going for round 2 after half 2."
The two squared up, voices rising. Nash stepped between them, his hand lightly on Alicia’s shoulder, his voice calm.
"Calm down, I’ll give you something, I promised you, right? But now we’re still in the middle of a match. Focus." He said smoothly, after ravaging his teammate during halftime.
Alicia pouted, frustrated.
"Tch. Fine. But don’t think I’ll forget. I’m taking the first turn."
On the other side, the boys simmered. Drex and Mac exchanged dark looks, muttering their shared jealousy. Jinzo’s jaw tightened, but by reflex, his eyes turned toward Jaz.
She was too focused on Nash and the argument, her envy too obvious, and it only fueled his anger.
Envious of what? To know? Or to receive the same treatment? He couldn’t tell, and everything was putting more pressure on him.
The tension built until...
"Silence."
Victoria’s single word stopped the argument. The room froze. She stepped forward, glasses low on her nose.
"The second half decides everything. No more distractions, no excuses. You want to win? Then get serious. Every one of you."
Her gaze swept across them, daring anyone to speak. No one did.
"Blacklist moves as one," she declared, then her voice dropped colder. "But let’s not be clown and stop pretending, everything rides on him now." Her gaze focused on Nash. "Now’s the time to kill it."
All eyes shifted to him, the pressure heavy on his shoulders. Yet, after this first half, Nash smirked.
"Leave it to me."
Victoria’s lips curved faintly.
"Good answer. Now prove once again you’re not just a talker."
She closed her clipboard.
"Move."
Chairs scraped, sneakers squeaked. The team head out, the noise of the crowd already rumbling on their skin. The second half was coming.