With Soarise

Your teammates swarmed you on the field, laughing and cheering wildly. Hands grabbed your arms and jersey as they tried to drag you toward the locker room.

“Come on, Jack! Time for a proper celebration~”

But over their shoulders you noticed Saoirse standing off to the side with the rest of the cheer squad. She wasn’t cheering. She was just watching you, arms crossed, that familiar annoyed look on her face.

You gently pushed the girls back.

“I’ve got other plans,” you said with a grin. “You guys go celebrate without me.”

They protested with a chorus of disappointed “awws,” but you were already walking away. Saoirse caught your eye, then quietly slipped away from her own squad, heading toward the far side of the field. You followed.

Behind the bleachers it was quiet and shadowed. Saoirse was already waiting, leaning against one of the metal supports with her arms still crossed.

“What?” she snapped the second you got close, that same irritated tone she always used with you.

You stepped right into her space.

“We won. You cheered for us. Now you’re going to give me a proper reward.”

Saoirse’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me—”

You cut her off by grabbing her waist and spinning her around, pressing her front against the bleacher support. One hand slid up under her short cheer skirt and yanked her panties to the side. She was already wet.

“You fucking—” she started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as you pushed into her in one hard thrust.

You fucked her right there behind the bleachers, rough and deep. Saoirse bit her lip hard to stay quiet, but quiet little gasps and curses kept escaping. Her long blonde hair stuck to her cheek as you pounded into her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit.

“This is your reward for winning?!” she managed between thrusts, voice shaky. “You’re such a— ah— fucking asshole…”

You didn’t slow down. You kept fucking her until her legs started trembling and she came hard around your cock, muffling a cry against her own arm. You followed right after, burying yourself deep and filling her.

For a few seconds the only sound was both of you breathing hard.

Then you pulled out, adjusted her skirt, and grabbed her wrist.

“Come on.”

“Where the hell are you taking me?” she hissed, still flushed and shaky.

“Empty changing room. We’re showering.”

You dragged her across the now-quiet field. By the time you reached the girl’s locker room it was empty, the team had already moved on. You locked the door behind you, stripped her out of the cheer uniform, and pulled her under the hot spray with you.

Saoirse still looked annoyed, but she didn’t fight when you pressed her against the tiled wall and kissed her hard. Water ran over both of you as you started round two, slower this time, her legs wrapped around your waist while the shower washed away the sweat, grass, and everything else. A much more intimate round with a much more quieter Saorise, as you both got cleaned while fucking.

After cumming in her again you two got out of the shower and dried yourselves off and got dressed.

She started to say something all blushy-blushy but you turn her around her spank her on the ass.

“We’re gonna me late for class!” You say with mock urgancy, “Get moving!”

She gets annoyed again before rolling her eyes and leaves in a huff. She flips me off on her way out, as I laugh to myself.