She pushes Emily against the lockers, pressing hot kisses to her lips. "It's so hot when you kick other people's asses." Emily moans, her hands on the small of Paige's back, pulling her closer. They're still in their swimsuits, little droplets of water falling from their wet hair, running down their bodies and their kisses taste like chlorine.
Paige pushes her thigh between Emily's, moving against her, feeling Emily's nipples harden as they press against her own through the swimsuit. "Fuck, Paige, we don't have time. The others will be done with their extra lanes soon," Emily gasps between kisses. Paige slips her tongue out and along Emily's lips, bringing her thigh up again. "I'll be quick." Emily lets out another moan and Paige silences her with a kiss.
"But you have to be quiet. Otherwise we'll get caught." Emily nods, biting her lip and staring at Paige's. She lets her hand travel over the strap of Emily's swimsuit, her fingers teasing under it and her thigh pressing into Emily, building up a rhythm.
Emily grinds down and a few strangled groans, moans and sighs escape her mouth. Trying to keep their noises at bay, Paige leans in and kisses her, hard and hungry for more, her hand tugging one strap down until Emily's breast is exposed to the cold air of the locker room.
She palms the soft flesh and Emily gasps, her head falling back against the lockers with a light bang. Kissing Emily's neck and jaw, sucking on it every now and then, she leaves faint marks, her other hand traveling down, between her thigh and Emily. She cups and strokes her over the fabric of the swimsuit, pressing her thigh further upwards and Emily bucks against her, clinging to Paige's back, digging her nails into it.
"You're so hot," she hears herself groan over the sound of Emily's ragged breath and her own heartbeat rushing through her ears. She can feel Emily's pulse against her lips, fast and heavy and she pushes the thin barrier between her fingers and Emily to the side, feeling the soft, wet skin beneath it.
Dragging her fingers up and down, she cant help but rock against Emily, turned on by everything that Emily is and tastes, smells, feels like. Turned on by touching her and Emily grinding against her, moaning and panting.
"Fuck," Emily presses out and rolls her hips faster, pulling Paige even closer, meeting her lips in a desperate kiss, dipping her tongue inside and trying to stop her moans. Paige caresses her boob, squeezing, massaging it and slides her fingers lower, teasing Emily some more before slipping one inside, starting a slow and steady rhythm.
Her lip gets caught between Emily's teeth and she can't keep herself from gasping at how good everything feels. She adds another finger and Emily wraps one leg around her waist, opening herself up further and Paige speeds up a little bit, burying her face in the crook of Emily's neck and sucking on the warm skin, she hopes to leave a mark there.
She feels Emily losing her balance, and with one last flick of her thumb over her nipple, she lets go of Emily's breast, grabbing her thigh instead, holding her up and close. "Faster. Please, faster," Emily sighs, her voice urgent and wanting, and Paige can't deny Emily anything. She speeds up, curling her fingers and moving her lips to Emily's again to keep her from getting louder.
Moving with her thrusts, Emily scratches her nails over Paige's back, trying to bring her even closer. Paige can feel her starting to tremble, her hips bucking wildly and she switches from fast thrusts to deep ones, brushing her thumb over Emily's clit lightly. Her own arousal is almost unbearable and the way Emily moves with her thrusts raises it further and further, but there is nothing she can do about it now.
She moves her thumb in circles until Emily whimpers into her lips and flutters around her fingers, and then with one deep, hard push, presses down on it. Emily shakes and lets her head fall onto Paige's shoulder, biting it to keep herself from screaming and Paige winces, tightening her grip on Emily's thigh, pressing her into the lockers to hold her up, still thrusting into her.
Slowing down gently, she listens to the small gasps that Emily is making and her heart pounding loudly. Emily's shaking turns into trembling and then into twitches and she stops biting down on Paige's shoulder, kissing it softly instead, loosening the grasp on her back, soothing the scratch marks with gentle touches. "Fuck," Paige hears her whisper between deep breaths and grins.
She holds her close until the chatter of other people wavers through the room and she lets go, pulling her fingers out, and Emily slumps against the lockers behind her. Hurrying to her locker, she grabs her bag and a towel, changing into jeans and a shirt as fast as she can.
Glancing over at Emily, she sees her looking a bit frazzled, trying to change as well, but failing to grasp the zipper of her bag. She reaches over and opens it for her before rubbing her hair dry with a towel.
Their teammates walk in and she realizes what they just did. She clears her throat and stares at the floor, feeling the blood rush into her face, but she can't wipe the grin off of it. Her jeans press against her uncomfortably and she wishes Emily would just hurry up a bit. She needs her.
When Emily is finally ready, they leave together and their teammates don't even look at them when they say goodbye. On the way to her car, Emily takes her hand and stops her. "Do you think they noticed anything?" she asks, a worried frown on her face. Paige kisses her and shakes her head. "No. We were fast enough and you caught yourself pretty quickly. And I don't think they stared at your neck or my lips."
Emily exhales shakily and nods. "Okay," she pauses and then frowns, "We still haven't showered." Paige smirks. "I know. Your place or mine?" She tries not to sound too desperate, but Emily seems to notice. "Mine's closer."