Chapter 20 Tate #2
“Okay. We can stop anytime I say.” She says breathlessly. Her ass gives a little wiggle in anticipation. I chuckle. So fucking cute.
I hook my finger in the waistband and pull the leggings down, slow over her round ass and full thighs. I'm rewarded with a stellar view of creamy white skin and a black thong on display under the number 24 jersey.
“Beautiful.” I say kneading her ass with both my hands. I give it a smack with one hand, watching as it bounces and turns red. The panties rip as I pull them down her legs. I shove them in my pocket.
This time when I grab her ass, she angles her hips up, so I have perfect access. Her pussy is glistening with need already.
“So fucking pretty.” I groan and lick a long languid stripe from her clit to her entrance. She gasps in surprise. “Tastes so good.”
She’s moaning and speaking incoherently as I work my tongue over her clit. Her forehead hits the door softly when she drops her head. My tongue teases her in the most tantalizing way, circling and dipping in.
“More. Don’t stop. Oh, Oh God.” Her hand reaches back to tangle in my hair and hold me to her. With each lap at her pussy, she leans into me, her body loose and languid under my hands, until I’m all but holding her up by her ass.
I spin her around. The movement makes the jersey ride up and expose her soft hips and belly. One of her hands moves there on instinct. I gently take her hand away and look up at her. Her round green eyes blink down at me, lips parted. Hair falling all around her face, thoroughly mussed.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.” I mumble planting a kiss to the horizontal, white c-section scar on her lower belly. “I love seeing my name on your back, but I need to see that beautiful face you make when you come undone for me again.”
When I taste her this time, I slide two fingers in deep. Alli keeps her eyes on me, even as her mouth falls open and her breath comes in pants. I curl my fingers, giving pressure where I know she needs it, while I French kiss her pussy.
Her hand tightens in my hair almost painfully, but I welcome it. She’s getting louder the closer I bring her to the edge. Being crouched this low is making my back hurt though so I rip the legging off one of her legs so I can open them wider.
She gasps and grabs onto my head with both hands as I throw one leg over my shoulder, then the other. I stand with my head between her thighs and press her back into the wall.
Then, I eat her properly. I kiss, lick, nip and suck until she’s melted like butter against the door, barely hanging on. My fingers are pumping in and out just how she needs them.
She clenches tight around me.
“Pleaaase.” She cries out after being edged twice. “Make me come on your face, Daddy.”
I pause, shocked. I’ve never been called that by a woman. I’ve never asked to be and never thought I had any interest in it whatsoever.
However, when it comes out of Alli’s mouth in the form of a desperate mewl, it spurs me on. She could call me anything she wants to in that needy tone of hers, and I’ll be it.
I keep my same pace and rhythm that has her writhing and near to tears. Her sharp, little pants come faster, and I know she’s anticipating me edging her again.
“Don’t stop.” She pants, her hands gripping my hair. I don’t.
I reach up under the jersey and squeeze her breast, not stopping what I’m doing. She gasps and moans until I bring her right to the edge again.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She chants, holding her breath.
“Breathe, baby.” I say, voice low and raspy. She takes a deep breath, then her thighs are squeezing my head. “Taaate, ohh.”
“There you go, baby.” I say between licks. “Just like that.”
I keep wringing every bit of pleasure from her body, until her hand gently taps me. I pull back.
She’s smiling down at me, flushed cheeks and sweat shining across her dampened hairline. A breathless laugh escapes her.
I kiss the inside of her trembling thigh. Her belly. I let her slide down my body until her feet are on the ground. I kiss her neck. Her cheek.
She turns her head to me and licks my top lip with her tongue, tasting me. My lips part in surprise and compliance.
Her nails scratch up the back of my neck into my hair. She pulls me to her and deepens the kiss further. “Mmm.”
Each stroke of her tongue against mine makes me painfully aware of my unresolved situation.
I press my hips into hers. Her hands drag down to feel me.
“Oh.” She breathes against my lips. I grin. What does size really matter to anyone? I never cared, except that my pride swells with her pleasant surprise.
I slow the kiss. Needing to pull back now, even though every part of me wants more. More of her.
My breath comes in pants; forehead pressed to hers. I plant a kiss to her soft lips.
I kneel, carefully guiding her ankle back into her leggings. I pull them back up her legs. When I get to her hips, a hand on my jaw makes me pause. She tilts my head up to her, emerald eyes hypnotizing me. She glances to my lips as I stand.
“Can I take care of you too?” Alli asks. My hand covers hers on my face. I lean into her touch, only slightly.
“You have no idea how much I want that. But I need you to know that even though this is a casual thing for you, I have never wanted anybody so badly. in my life. And when I have you like that, you won’t want to have to rush off to a fucking afterparty.”
She giggles and it locks something into place in my chest. I haul her to me, just enjoying holding her close for a moment.
I plant little kisses on her face and neck and lips.
Outside that door there’s a world of complications waiting for us to untangle.
In here though, it’s just the two of us.
I breathe in her smell, committing it to memory.
Then I kiss her forehead once more and unlock the door.
I smack her ass before she opens it. She goes first. I count to 100 in my head before exiting the closet too.
I look left and right before walking down the hall back towards the player's lot. A faint noise has me looking over my shoulder.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary though. It’s a pretty basic hallway that leads to an office reception area. Not exactly busy during game day.
I shrug it off and continue on my way, chalking it up to the adrenaline of the game and moment with Alli.
Keeping the grin off my face is a losing battle.