"That’s it," he murmured against my lips, "ride my fingers, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

I rocked against his hand, my long cast hitting against the pommel horse with each desperate movement. The sound of my arousal was obscene in the dark, the slick slide of his fingers in and out of me echoing in the almost empty gym. His thumb pressed down on my clitoris, rubbing in tight circles as his fingers fucked me harder, faster.