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Savannah allowed Tyler to guide her off the ice. She didn't know where he was taking her, but the fact that he had suggested shower sex turned her on, and she was going to see where this led. She wasn't expecting to be taken into the locker room, though. "Seriously?" she eyed him as he turned around with a grin on his face.

"No one's here. You can't tell me you don't find this hot," he said directly into her ear before kissing right behind it. He didn't know that was one of her weak spots, but the whimper she let out gave away her secret.

He kept kissing her right behind the ear, moving his hands to her waist and then her ass, squeezing it. "No one better catch us," she whispered, and Tyler took that as the okay to proceed. He kissed her lips, reaching for the jersey that had his name on the back that she was wearing. His fingertip grabbed the bottom and pulled it up over her head. He threw it behind him on the bench in front of his locker. He then moved his hands to her hair, gripping it lightly.

Her breathing got more shallow as his hands moved all over her bare skin, his mouth staying on her neck. She leaned her head back, allowing him better access to her collar bone, which he took advantage of, biting down lightly with his teeth and then kissing it afterwards, knowing he'd left a mark.

Her hair was in her face, and she reached up to pull it back into a pony tail to keep it out of the way. This gave Tyler time to bend down, kissing his way down her stomach to the waistband of her pants. His fingertips pulled at the top of her pants, and he eased them down her hips, only to be stopped by her boots. "How the hell do you get these things off?" he asked, looking at her boots in confusion.

She chuckled as she bent one leg behind her, putting one of her hands on his shoulder to steady herself, while she used the other to unzip the back of the boots and then pulled it off. She did the same on the other side, and Tyler finished pulling off her pants, leaving her standing there in just a bra and panties.

"Your turn," she said, and he stood up, immediately unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off. He then pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side before closing the gap between them and kissing her again, his hands all over her body.

He held her hips as he walked backwards, refusing to separate their bodies. He was lucky he knew the locker room well enough to avoid hitting most things. He guided them towards the shower, and he reached one hand inside, fiddling with the handle until it finally turned on.

"We're really going to do this?" Savannah asked against his lips. Part of her worried someone would walk in on them, but the other part of her didn't care because it wildly turned her on that she could be the first person he had sex in the shower with.

"If you want to," Tyler said, looking into her eyes. It was obvious by how dark they were that he was not having any doubts about the idea.

She reached around him to put her hand under the water. "Perfect temp," she commented before stepping inside, reaching out for his arm to have him follow her inside. He didn't need an invitation, though, as he climbed in after her, spinning her around so her back was up against his front. He ran a hand down her spine, causing goosebumps, until his hand stopped at her waist, reaching it around and drawing small circles with his thumb on the inside of her thigh. "Tyler," she breathed his name. She was so turned on right now that she didn't know how much more foreplay she could take.

"Oh you like that," he said, and she could hear the contentment in his voice even if she couldn’t see his face. She could barely get words out, so she just nodded her head with a "mmhmm". Tyler's hand creeped more towards the center of her body until he finally reached just where he was searching for. "Mmm, someone's ready," he smiled as he could feel how wet she was.

She straightened up so she could reach behind her to grab his dick. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "I'm not the only one," she smirked. "Condom?" she asked him.

"Fuck," he muttered.

"Please tell me you have one here somewhere. Or someone does," she replied, not knowing if she could take not having him right then.

He didn't answer as he ran out of the shower. "Fuck, it's cold out here!" he exclaimed and she laughed as she stood under the water, allowing it to run over her hair and down her body. She ran her fingers through her hair, opening her eyes only when she heard Tyler say, "Damn you're so fucking hot."

"Condom?" she asked him again, and he held up one in his hands. She stepped out of the water but stayed in the shower grabbing the condom from him and opening it up. She easily slid it on him and then grabbed his arms to pull him back inside.

He spun her back around so she was facing away from him again. "Where were we?" he asked, running his hands down her sides and stopping on her hips. He put one hand on her spine, putting a little pressure on it, and she knew what he wanted her to do. She bent over just enough as he caressed her ass. "You ready?" he asked her.

She nodded her head as well as gave him verbal acknowledgement. "Mmhmm," she mumbled.

He positioned himself against her before sliding just the tip in. One hand was on her right hip, keeping her in the position he wanted her to be in, while his other hand stayed on her spine. He gripped her hip as he slid in further. "Okay?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, even pushing her hips back a little against him. She let him continue to take the lead since he was in the dominant position, something that she didn't allow very often. When he was pretty much all the way inside her, she cursed lowly, "Shit, that feels good."

She started rocking her hips to get a rhythm going, and he started to take over, picking up the pace. He grabbed a hold of her wet hair, and she moaned loudly. "You do that again, and I'm not gonna last," he told her. She leaned her head back and moaned extra loudly, just to really get him going. "Fuck, Savannah. I'm serious."

He didn't know that she was pretty close herself, but she wasn't going to admit that out loud. She wanted to tease him, to torture him. She continued to moan, this time using his name. But, he turned the tables when he reached around and started rubbing her clit with his thumb, causing her to really let out a moan. "Savan-" He couldn't even get her full name out. He was on the cusp of coming, even if he didn't want to come just yet.

He continued playing with her clit, feeling her tighten up around him. It was too much for him as he let out a string of curse words, coming inside her. She was so tight around him, but he didn't think she'd really hit her peak yet, so he mustered up any leftover energy to continue to pound into her deeply as he pinched her clit. The combination worked like a charm as Savannah crumpled against the shower wall.

He slid out of her, leaning against the wall for support as he tried to catch his breath. Savannah turned her head to look at him, a smile on her face. "Worth the wait?" she asked in an amused tone.

He reached around her to turn the water off. "That was…fucking good," he said, his words not making the experience sound just as mindblowing as it was for him.

She smiled at him. "Glad I could help you check that one off your list. You have a towel around here?" she asked, her body shivering slightly as the cold air got to her wet body.

He nodded his head and walked out of the shower, allowing Savannah to take a glance at his naked ass as he went and got two towels, tossing one her way. She wrapped it around her body but then hesitated to move.

Tyler noticed her pause. "What's wrong?"

"My leg kinda hurts," she replied, downplaying the problem. It had hurt a little bit during the sex, but the rest of her body felt so good that she ignored her leg at the time. Now that she was being required to walk, she realized how sore it was. It also probably didn't help that she was standing and bent over the whole time they were having sex.

"I'm sorry," Tyler immediately apologized, but she shook her head. He went over and picked up her clothes, bringing them to her to put back on. She didn't even bother with the bra, just putting the jersey on along with her panties and jeans. She grimaced when she bent to put her boots on. Tyler noticed and he walked over to her, having dressed himself already.

"That's it, I'm carrying you out."

"What?!" she exclaimed. "You're not carrying me! I’m not a child!" she argued.

"Think of it more as your legs are worn out from that sex rather than you being injured," he reasoned.

She rolled her eyes. "You're quite the guy, Tyler Seguin," she told him. Her leg was starting to hurt more, and she didn't feel like arguing with him, especially after the argument before about his past love life.

She allowed him to pick her up and start carrying her out. "Another secret. I've never carried anyone to my car to take them home after sex," he told her as he walked outside.

She rolled her eyes. "Glad I could be your first."

Notes

Sorry for the delay in updates. Hopefully this chapter is worth it!