The knock came again, harder.

“Coach? Are you there? I really need my bag.”

Damian’s cock was still half-hard and shiny. I was on my hands and knees on the cold tile, bare, his cum already running down the inside of my thighs. For one frozen second neither of us moved. Then he yanked his track pants up in one rough motion and threw my sports bra and shorts at me.

“Get dressed. Now.”

I scrambled up on shaky legs. The sports bra stuck to my damp skin. The shorts clung wetly between my thighs. Damian waited until I was covered, then unlocked the door and opened it just wide...