15. Tate #2
My hands fumble, falling from his face to his shirt, quickly pulling at his polo and pushing it off his shoulders.
I need skin to skin. I need to have this connection with him.
To be with him. Once his shirt it off over his head, I whip off mine, before curling my hands into the waistband of his shorts.
I start to peel them down, my knuckles grazing against the coarse hair there.
“Are you sure?” Vince asks.
Like so many times before that he's asked me if this is okay, if I'm sure that I want this.
“I need you, Vin,” I groan. “I need you right here. Right now.”
“But what if—”
I cut him off. “I need you here, where you spent so long wanting me. I need to make up for that now we're both on the same playing field and we know what we are to each other.”
“And wh-what’s that?” he stammers.
“I thought you knew, baby,” I groan, dropping to my knees. “After that whole fucking conversation, please tell me that you know.”
A cocky grin that spreads across his face, “I—I know,” he pants. “I just… I want to hear you say it. What are you?”
“Yours,” I growl, finally pulling his shorts down, I watch as his cock bounces free. My mouth waters as I watch it bob in front of my face.
As much as I want to fuck him right now, or have him fuck me, I also really want to fucking suck his cock.
I stick out my tongue, laving at the head before pulling into my mouth.
I roll my tongue around his cock, teasing the underside, pressing against his throbbing vein.
Vince thrusts into my mouth, shallow as if an automatic response, but enough for the desire to build even higher within me.
“Is this what you wanted,” I pant pulling off his cock for a breath before plunging down on to him again. I pull all the way off once more, meeting his eyes and continue, “Is this how you pictured it? Us in here together?”
I kiss the tip of his cock, licking it softly before sucking him deep again.
“As good as you are at that… I need… Tate, I need…”
He fists my hair, thrusting a few more times before pulling out completely.
“Get up here,” he all but growls, pulling me back to my feet.
“Come here and straddle me,” he grunts, pushing me to the bench in front of my locker.
Once Vince is sat down on the bench, I quickly shuck my footy shorts and jock, before climbing on top of him.
“Now what?” I tease, happy to be face to face with him.
He thrusts against me and I groan, feeling his balls brush against mine, feeling his hands flexing on my arse.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, you make me feel so good,” Vince pants.
“Oh, do I?” I feel so good, so happy. I want to laugh, but all I do is let out another breathy moan.
He's always been one for dirty talk. Always down to know how good he's doing, to know that it's me, to hear my voice, and I think I'm starting to realise why. He needed proof for himself that it was real. That I was there, that I did want this.
We rut together, a mix of kisses, tongues and grunts.
“I need you to.. to..”
“What do you need, baby? You tell me what you need,” I say.
I don't know how I've become the dominant one here when normally it's him who's the instigator, but something about today's argument, something about this confession to each other has switched our dynamics just enough.
“I need to feel you in me,” he states.
“This is the best I can do right now,” I grunt, spitting into my hand and fisting it around both of our cocks together. I wish I had lube or something, because holy fuck would I kill to feel him in me right now.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he pants.
“You like this baby?” I groan, panting a little bit into his mouth.
“Uh-huh,” he says, thrusting into my fist
Grinding against me, the friction building between our bodies. I kiss him languidly. Our tongues dancing as I slide up and down our cocks, pre-cum joining the spit, fisting him tighter in time with his grunts.
His thrusts get faster and faster.
“I have, um, have something,” he says, pulling back. Let me up.”
Regretfully, I let him go. I stand there fisting my cock, watching as he walks over to where we left his shorts on the ground and bends over. I get the best view of his ass.
I bite my lip, ready to stalk towards him to bite him. If he’s gonna bend over like that in front of me, he should be prepared to have my face in his arse.
Before I get the chance to act on all these lustful thoughts, Vince stands up and turns around, holding a little packet in his hand.
Holy fuck.
He has lube.
“You want me to fuck you, Vin?” I say, stepping into his space again.
“I, I need it,” Vince says, a needy longing in his voice that does things to my insides.
I pinch the lube out of his hands and tear the packet open with my teeth.
“Oh, that shouldn't be so hot,” Vince groans.
“How do you want it, baby?” I ask. “Do you want to sit on my lap, or do you want to bend over while I fuck you?”
“Oh…” he pants, eyes glazing over in lust, and I know exactly what it is that I want to do to him.
I give him one final kiss before I forcibly turn him around and push him into the locker.
“You want it like this, Coach?” I growl, nipping at his ear.