The knock came again, harder.

“Coach? You in there? I really need my bag.”

Damian’s cock was still half-hard, shiny with both of us. I was on my hands and knees on the cold tile, bare breasts hanging, his cum leaking down my thighs. For one frozen second neither of us moved. Then he pulled his track pants up in one rough motion and tossed my sports bra and shorts at me.

“Get dressed. Now.”

I scrambled up on shaky legs and yanked the clothes on as fast as I could. The sports bra stuck to my damp skin. My shorts clung to the mess between my thighs. Damian waited...