Chapter 55 Teased In The Hockey Room

Chapter 55 Teased In The Hockey Room
Melissa’s POV
In the heat of the moment, Jason pulled me closer, his arms tightening around my waist as he lifted me slightly off the ground. He turned on the shower, and cold water instantly poured over us, soaking through my uniform and clinging to my skin.
Outside, the noise began to fade. The earlier excitement died down, replaced by an eerie silence broken only by careful, deliberate footsteps. I didn’t need to see her to know—it was Chloe. Each step she took felt heavier, closer.
My heart pounded wildly. The water streamed down my face, making it hard to breathe, but Jason’s steady gaze held me in place. I forced myself to stay quiet.
Muffled voices echoed outside.
“There’s no one here. Did you really drag us all the way here for nothing?” someone muttered.
“I don’t think she knows what she’s doing. Let’s just go,” another added.
Then Chloe’s voice cut through the air.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Jason didn’t hesitate. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing stepping into the boys’ locker room?”
Chloe let out a small giggle before going quiet again. “I know she’s in there, Jason.”
“And who let you in here?” he shot back. “Are you that desperate to see me naked?”
“I know you’re in there, Melissa. Come out.”
Jason’s grip on me tightened as he lifted me higher, keeping me completely out of her line of sight. “Have you suddenly lost your mind? Get out of here.”
I could hear her moving closer, even bending down as if trying to peek further in. My breath caught in my throat.
“Not satisfied?” Jason added mockingly. “Or do you want to come in and check if I’m your type?”
Before she could respond, another voice cut in—firm, authoritative.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
My body tensed instantly. The coach.
“…Why are all of you standing here? Don’t you have classes?” he continued, his tone sharp enough to scatter the remaining students. Their footsteps quickly faded.
“And you, Chloe? What are you doing in the men’s changing room?”
For once, she was speechless.
Relief flooded through me, and I let out a shaky breath, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. 
Jason, on the other hand, looked entirely too amused. His eyes lingered on me, taking in how soaked my uniform was. How the white fabric clung, revealing more than it should.
“Sir… I… um…” Chloe stammered.
“Chloe, leave. Now.”
“But Melissa is in there with Jason,” she insisted, though I could hear her stepping back.
“Jason?” the coach called, knocking lightly on the door.
I flinched, but Jason didn’t falter. His hold on me remained firm, effortless.
“Coach, I’m the only one in here,” he replied calmly. “I don’t know why Chloe’s so determined to see me naked. You might want to ask her.”
There was a brief pause.
“Alright, Jason. Finish up and meet me at the pitch.”
I heard the bounce of a ball, followed by footsteps fading away, and Chloe being led off with him.
Only then did the tension in my body begin to loosen. But Jason… he still hadn’t let me down.
As soon as the door closed, I let out a breath I never knew I’ve been holding, my breath shaky, but Jason’s hand only tightened more around my waist, making it hard for me to breathe.
“Jason,” I called, but he wasn’t even listening; his eyes only remained fixed on mine, not until I called out again.
“Jason.”
“Oh, sorry,” he apologised. His grip finally unclapsing around me while he gently placed me down like I was some sort of fragile egg.
Just as he did that, I didn’t even waste much time before making my way towards the exit.
“You are not going to say a thank you?” his voice halted me in my tracks while I rolled my eyes, my nipples standing proud. 
“Thank you?” I scoffed. “Are you being serious?” I asked, not really getting angry, but trying to hold back the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the urge to just go down on him taking over. 
“Because I asked you to say thank you?”
“You pulled me here. It’s not my fault, it’s yours. And you don’t deserve a thank you.” I lashed back, wanting to leave when his hand suddenly pulled me closer. 
“Say it to my face,” He said softly, his breath fanning my cheeks, taking off a strand of hair from my face.
“Jason, we are in a school,” I advised, but deep down I was already wet, not knowing how much Jason had gone until his fingers dug deep inside of me. 
“Awwn…” I moaned, gripping the shower tighter, my hand placed on his chest, trying to push him off.
“Jason, let me go.”
“Your nipples are saying something else,” he whispered into my ear, softly, sweetly, and demanding.
I could feel his hardness against me, so much I tried to resist him, but gosh, it was so impossible.
This is a fire that has been burning inside of me, a hot one that was about to be quenched by the water I’ve been craving. 
“Jason, we cannot—”
“Shhh…” Jason placed a finger on my lips, halting me from speaking further, his hand curbing my cheeks, rubbing on it softly while bringing my face closer to him.
“Jason.”
“Mmmm…I love it when you call me like that,” he whispered, pulling me to himself so much our lips almost touched. And before I could defend myself, he claimed my lips in his.
Breaking off the kiss quickly, I wriggled my waist off him, taking a step back. Panting heavily, my breath uneven. I ran my hand through my hair, my eyes fixed on his chest, which was revealed due to his wet shirt.
I could see the want, the need to devour each other quickly. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, and in the heat of the moment, I went back to him. 
“Fuck this,” I cursed beneath my breath, walking towards him, I crushed my lips against his, devouring him like my life depended on it.