Chapter 29 #2
There are probably no more than twenty tables, but I’ve reserved a booth in the back so we’re out of the way, and luckily no-one recognizes me, or if they do, they leave us alone.
Donovan slides in after me, and I pull him close, so our thighs are pressed together.
With this being our first date in the outside world, I don’t want anyone to mistake us for friends.
“This feels very romantic,” Donovan says shyly.
“Good, it’s supposed to.”
I kiss his cheek and his eyes dart around the restaurant, maybe looking to see if there’s a reaction from anyone.
“Hey, eyes on me,” I murmur. His breath hitches as he faces me. “It’s just us, baby, no-one else matters.”
“Just us,” he whispers.
He leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, before his eyes move around the restaurant again. A chuckle escapes him as his confidence grows, and he leans in for a slightly longer kiss.
“This is okay?” he asks.
“Of course it is, you can kiss me as much as you like,” I say, but at that moment my stomach lets out the loudest rumble.
He laughs, “We should maybe feed you first, before we get too distracted.”
“Good plan,” I say, laying a menu in front of us and nuzzling the top of his head while he browses. “Order anything you want and we’ll share.”
We end up ordering a few dishes, gnocchi with asparagus and pancetta, seafood risotto, a baked pasta dish, and something tomato based.
I should have paid attention to the names because they’re all delicious, but the only thing I’m focusing on is how good it feels to have my arm around Donovan, feeding him and kissing him between mouthfuls.
He soon forgets we’re in public, his nerves disappearing, instead falling into the easy way we usually spend time together when we’re alone.
I’m going to ask him to make a list of everything he wants us to do together, everything he’s ever dreamed of.
This dinner date is already ticking something off, and our movie date later will be another.
But I want to give him all of his firsts.
Take him on a romantic weekend getaway, a shopping trip, fly him to away games so we can explore new cities together, anything and everything he wants to do.
By the time we leave the movie theater, it’s completely dark so I arrange for a taxi home. Donovan spends the ride curled up against me on the backseat, and I love that even though I had my arm around him for the entire film, we still can’t get enough of each other.
“All the lights are off,” Donovan says, as we walk up the path to the house. “Is Marcus not home?”
“He’ll still be out celebrating, and probably will be all night, so we’ve got the house to ourselves.”
I pull him into a deep kiss before we even make it to the front door.
“Still horny from the win, huh?” he chuckles.
“Always horny for you,” I murmur.
“Then why don’t you give me fifteen minutes and follow me upstairs.”
“Oh really?”
“Mm-hmm, you’re not the only one who can make plans.”
Knowing Donovan is up in our room preparing something is making me crazy. I must have checked every lock at least three times, checked the filter on the coffee machine, I even wiped down the already clean kitchen surfaces.
When I can take it no more, I make my way upstairs and I’m rendered speechless by the sight that’s waiting for me. Donovan is kneeling on the bed wearing my jersey, and underneath there’s a hint of lace.
“Is it too much?” he asks.
I’m still speechless but manage to at least shake my head.
“It was either this, or a jockstrap, but Jamie told me that Max likes to see him in lingerie,” he says, “and you mentioned that one time about me wearing your jersey while you… um… but yeah, maybe it’s too much. Do I look stupid? Maybe I just look stupid—”
“Donovan, stop talking.”
“Okay… but—”
“Lift up my jersey, let me see you, baby.”
He lifts up onto his knees and slowly starts to slide the fabric up his body, showing me more of the lace he’s wearing underneath, panties that match the color of my jersey.
“If you don’t like it—”
“Like it?” I ask, grabbing my cock through my jeans. “Baby, look at how hard you’re making me.”
He nods, his breath trembling and catching.
“Turn around,” I say, “show me how good your ass looks.”
He lowers his hands to the mattress so he’s on all fours, shifting his body so his ass is towards me, arching his back in a way that’s making me feral. I walk over and kneel behind him, reaching out to touch the lace, loving the hints of skin I can feel through the pattern.
“You look so pretty, baby,” I murmur, gripping his ass in one hand while running my other over him delicately. “So perfect, I almost don’t want to take them off you.”
“I can leave them on…” he whispers.
“Yeah? You want to wear them while I fuck you?”
He whimpers and nods, arching his back even more and pressing his ass back into my hand.
“Were they expensive?”
“Um… yeah, Beth told me the one place you don’t want to be cheap is lingerie… something about it being scratchy.”
I groan, “Fuck it, I’m earning enough that I can buy you more.”
I rip them open, just enough so that when we get to it I’ll be able to fuck him in them, before pulling him to me and claiming his mouth in a kiss. I take my time to explore him, running my hands over his body, under my jersey, practically clawing at his skin because I can’t get him close enough.
His hands are in my hair, the slight pain of him pulling and gripping it draws moans from me. I move to lay him down, but he stops me, pushing me back before straddling me, grinding his hips and holding me between his thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, “if this is what I get when we win, I’m gonna need to work even harder at practice to make sure we never lose a game.”
He chuckles, grazing my jaw with his teeth and licking my throat.
“I wasn’t even sure if you’d like it.”
“Are you kidding? Just seeing you in my jersey and those fucking panties is enough to make me come.”
“Well don’t come yet,” he says, “I have plans.”
“Oh yeah? Do those plans happen to include me sucking your cock, because I need to taste you, baby.”
He shakes his head. “No, tonight is about you. We’re celebrating your win.”
“Mmm, then how will we be celebrating?”
He removes my shirt and throws it off the bed, before placing his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to lie back until my head is resting on the pillow.
He makes quick work of my jeans and boxers, staring hungrily at my cock which is hard and ready for him.
Reaching over to my bedside table, he grabs the bottle of lube and warms some in his hands, before covering my cock in it.
I go to sit up, but he shakes his head. “Lie back, Stephen, let me look after you.”
“Yeah?” I ask, biting my lip at how hot this is. “Are you gonna ride my big cock in your pretty little panties?”
He nods, letting my cock slide along the lace and between his cheeks. I move my hands to his ass and grip him in a way that parts him, so my cock is running directly over his entrance. He grinds against me, letting out little gasps every time.
“Look at you,” I say, “teasing me with your tight little hole.”
“I’m ready,” he moans.
I grip my cock and guide it to his entrance, letting him ease onto me, setting his pace, even if it does feel like torture with the whimpers falling from his lips. He takes me into him, maintaining eye contact as he exhales and slides down my cock, taking all of me.
“Fuck,” I say on a long exhale. “You look so good, baby.”
He puts his hands on my abs to balance and starts to ride me while I run my hands over his ass, loving the way it feels in my hands. Watching his hips move like this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
He shifts slightly and cries out, finding his prostate. “Oh fuck, Stephen!”
“Yes, keep going, baby. Are you gonna come on my chest while my big cock is buried inside you?”
He whimpers and clenches around me, and the image in my head is too much, I need to make it happen. I lower the panties and wrap my hand around his cock so as he’s fucking me he’s thrusting into it.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” he cries.
“Yes, baby. Come all over me and then I’ll fuck you until I fill you.”
It just takes a few more thrusts and he cries out, ropes of his cum spurting over my abs and chest. I lift my knees, bringing my feet flat onto the bed and the action pitches him forward so he falls onto my chest. I wrap my arms around him and use my feet to thrust my hips up into him, eliciting a moan from him every time.
I keep going until my own release hits, filling him as I keep him pinned to my chest.
We stay there for a while, our breaths heavy, and our tired limbs entwined. When he does lift up slightly he looks between us.
“I think I ruined your jersey,” he chuckles.
“I don’t care,” I murmur, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the side, wanting to be skin to skin.
I pull him back to me, cradling him against my chest, my hand slipping down every so often to feel the lace panties.
“Thank you for doing this for me,” I whisper, “it’s something I’ve been fantasizing about.”
“Really? Lingerie?”
“Yeah, it’s not something I’d want all the time, but for special occasions it’s fun. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you in a jockstrap, that’s gonna have to happen too.”
“Maybe this can be our new game day tradition,” he chuckles.
“Only if I win, it’s a good incentive.”
“How about, if you win, I ride you. If you lose, then you fuck me. I think fucking me from behind in my pretty little panties might take the sting off of losing.”
I groan, “How are you so fucking perfect? I love you, Donovan.”
“I love you too.”