Nia shut the door behind them, and she leaned back against it for a moment, her eyes locked on Nash with a hungry he knew too well.

With a sly smile, she walked to him slowly, her hips moving from side to side in a way that made her curves stand out even more under the light.

Her jersey, wet from the two quarters, stuck tight to her medium tits, the fabric clinging like a second skin, and her nipples showed hard and clear through the thin cloth, poking out as if begging for his attention.

"So," she purred. "Private talk? Here? You finally want me badly?"

She stepped close enough that he could feel the heat rolling off her body, and her hand slid up his arm slowly, her nails scratching lightly over his muscles in a way that sent little sparks through his skin.

Then her fingers went down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before she hooked them right into his waistband, pulling him a little closer with a firm tug.

She leaned in even more, her breath hitting his skin warm and quick, drowning him in the faint scent of her sweat mixed with something sweet from her lotion.

"I know what you need, Nash. Been waiting for this."

She pressed her whole body to his then, her soft curves molding against his, the heat between them building like a fire that neither wanted to put out.

Her other hand cupped his cock through his shorts, rubbing slow and steady in circles that made him grow hard under her touch, the fabric stretching tight as she kept going, her grip was firm and insistent like she couldn't wait any longer.

His shorts got tight fast, the bulge pressing back against her palm, and she smiled wider, feeling every twitch and throb as she worked him over.

It was finally the time she had been waiting for.

However, Nash softly grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand from moving any further, holding it still while he looked down at her.

"Nia, wait. That's not why I brought you here. We need to talk about the game. Real talk."

She blinked once, surprised for just a second before it melted away into a smirk that was a little mad and a little bored all mixed together.

"Talk? In here? Come on Nash."

She twisted her hand free from his grip with a quick twist, and then slid it right under his shirt, her nails scratching over his abs again, harder this time.

Her tits pushed softly against his chest, squishing warmth as she leaned in closer, and she rolled her hips slowly, grinding her body against him in a rhythm that made the air between them even thicker.

"If it's not this, then make it quick. I'm not in the mood for speeches."

She nipped at his jawline, teeth grazing skin.

Nash exhaled slowly, her ass flexed under his casual grip on her hip, holding her steady without pushing.

"You're not playing your best, Nia. I see it. Rei is making you run all over the place. You're not stopping her like you're supposed to do, not locking her down the way I know you can."

She groaned low in her throat, and her hand went low again, fingers teasing the top of his shorts like she couldn't help herself.

"You ask too much. Mark a girl like Rei? She's sus as hell... twisted up in ways I ain't built for. I wasn't born on that side of the tree, you know? Can't fake that vibe."

She pushed her thigh even harder against his cock then, grinding it back and forth, feeling every pulse and throb as it jumped under her, her own breath coming quicker now.

Nash moved his hands finally, deciding to match her fire instead of fighting it, one hand sliding up under her jersey to cup her tit full in his palm, the soft weight filling his fingers as his thumb rubbed slowly over the hard nipple.

He pinched it a little, just enough to make her gasp sharp and quick, her body jerking against him from the sudden spark of pleasure mixed with a tiny bite of pain.

His other hand went down lower, sliding right into the front of her shorts, past the elastic band without stopping, his fingers touching her wet pussy that was already soaked.

She was dripping, her folds opening easily under his touch, slick and hot as he found her clit and rubbed it slow at first, then harder in circles that made her hips buck forward.

She shook all over, her thighs closing tight around his hand to trap it there, her ass pushing back hard against his cock that was rock-solid now, a wet spot forming on his shorts from the pre-cum leaking out.

He pulled her even closer with his arm around her waist.

"We do this right, Nia. You're my best helper out there, the one I count on most. Follow the plan close, stay on Rei, do your thing, I know you'll get her. We win, and I got a special reward waiting after the game. Something that'll make you forget this whole mess."

She smirked and turned slowly in his arms, spinning around to give him her back, her ass pressing right up against his cock, grinding in slow circles that made him throb even harder against her cheeks.

Her hands reached back to grab his thighs tight, pulling him in closer as she arched her back, her tits pushing out forward like an offering to the mirror in front of them.

"Like all your promises? Talk big, do nothing?"

Nash's hands moved, one staying under her jersey to cup her tit again, pinching the nipple harder this time to make her whimper soft, the bud rolling between his fingers as it got even stiffer.

The other hand stayed deep in her shorts, two fingers sliding right inside her tight pussy, curling up to hit that good spot deep inside her that made her whole body tense up.

He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, his thumb keeping steady pressure on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while he felt her walls clench around him.

"This time real. I make you forget the bad game, every mistake and every frustration out there on the court."

He leaned in close, his breath hot and steady on her neck and kissed it, his tongue licking along the line of sweat that ran down her skin, tasting the salty tang of it mixed with her natural scent.

Her pussy gripped his fingers tighter with every thrust, the wet sounds filling the room loud and messy, echoing off the tiles as she moaned out loud, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

Her mouth opened wide in a gasp, her breaths coming ragged and fast, her face flushing red in the foggy mirror reflection.

Her hands held onto the sink edge now, gripping it hard, her hips moving back and forth on his hand, bucking wild to chase the building heat.

Her moans got higher and messier, spilling out of her throat without control, her pussy squeezing hard around his fingers, juice running down his hand and dripping onto the floor.

"P—Promise me," she gasped, her voice breaking on the words, eyes half shut and glazed over in the mirror.

"I promise," he said, his fingers going even deeper and faster inside her, feeling every single squeeze and every drop as her body shook hard against him, the steam closing in all around them.

Their breaths mixed loud and fast in the small space, the plan for the game waiting outside but forgotten for now in the middle of all this heat and sexual tension.

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