Refuse

You cross your arms and look her straight in the eyes.

“Nah. I’m not quitting.”

Saoirse’s stares at you incredulously. “Excuse me?”

“I said I’m not quitting. I like the team. Coach is cool, the girls are hot, and I’m actually good at it. So no.”

She stares at you in disbelief, clearly not used to being told no. You smirk and decide to push it.

“But… I *might* consider quitting… if you give me a blowjob right now.”

Saoirse scoffs, but after a second her lips curl into a smug smile. “Fine. Whatever. One blowjob and you quit the stupid soccer team. Easy.”

She pulls out her phone like she’s about to call one of her cheerleader friends.

You quickly put your hand on her phone and push it down. “No. I want *yours*.”

Saoirse freezes. For the first time, she looks slightly caught off guard. She glares at you for a long moment, then huffs.

“…Ugh. Fine. Let’s go.”

She grabs your wrist and drags you down the hall into the nearest bathroom. The moment you’re both inside a stall, she locks the door, drops to her knees, and yanks your pants down aggressively.

“You better enjoy this, because it’s the only one you’re getting,” she mutters.

Saoirse takes you into her mouth immediately. She’s skilled, sucking hard and fast, her tongue working you aggressively. Her hand slips between her own legs, rubbing her pussy through her panties while she blows you. Soft, wet sucking sounds and her own quiet moans fill the stall.

It feels incredible. You groan and grab her long blonde hair, thrusting into her warm mouth. Saoirse glares up at you but doesn’t stop, fingering herself faster as she sucks.

You finally cum hard down her throat. Saoirse’s eyes widen and she immediately pulls back, spitting your load onto the bathroom floor and coughing.

“Fucking gross—” she starts.

You say nothing. You just pull your pants up, unlock the stall door, and start walking out.

Behind you, Saoirse’s voice rises sharply.

“Hey! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?! I didn’t cum yet! Get back here and make me cum, you asshole!”

You pause at the bathroom door and look back with a smirk.

“No. Do it yourself. Consider it **** for how you blue balled me the first day we met.”

You open the door and step out, then add over your shoulder:

“Also… I don’t think I’ll be quitting the soccer team after all.”

You hear a furious “You fucking prick!” followed by the sound of an angry kick against the stall wall as you walk away, leaving a very pissed-off and horny Saoirse behind.