35. Porter
PORTER
Will
Just got back! You ready for me because I don’t know how much longer my dick can go without you
My cock starts to stiffen as I read Will’s text. He’s not the only one.
There was no point in sticking around my mom’s house this morning. She had work, and Lewis didn’t come back over, so I was able to come right back to campus. I told myself Josie would appreciate her car back earlier, but either way, I wanted to make sure I was there for when Will returned.
Porter
If you’re *that* desperate for me then I guess I’ll see you soon.
I send the text and shake my head at myself because I’m such a liar.
I act like I haven’t been pacing around my house waiting for him after I’d prepped myself to bottom and threw on extra-special lace I knew he’d go feral for.
He’s been begging to see me in it again, and while I’ve enjoyed teasing him, I want to make the first time we have penetrative sex a little extra sexy.
Will
You know I am, Kitten
I preen at the name, even from behind my screen. I still have no idea where it came from, but I love it.
Anticipation only builds with each moment that passes until finally—finally—there’s a knock on the door. I shake out my body to prepare to see him, take a deep, steadying breath and walk over to it. As soon as I open it, Will is lunging forward and wrapping his arms around me.
“I missed you,” he says into my shoulder, squeezing me tight.
“Calm down, it’s only been a day.” I roll my eyes even though a part of me soars at his admission as he squeezes me tighter. He just wants to fuck you, I remind myself.
“Tell me you missed me too. I know you did,” he teases, pulling back.
“Someone’s a little desperate, huh?” I joke, and he reaches out to scoop me up in his arms. I laugh as my legs wrap around his waist as he spins me around the room.
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me the truth,” he insists, but I can’t stop laughing to answer. Someone’s in a very good mood, and my little surprise for him will only make him more feral.
“Oh my god. Fine. I missed your dick. I almost had to break out my dildo,” I joke, pushing myself back in his arms so I can see his face.
He drops me slowly to the ground but keeps his hands on my waist as he looks at me. “Does that mean you managed to hold out for my dick?”
“I did,” I admit. The dildo hasn’t had the same appeal knowing he could be inside me instead. “You got here sooner than I expected. Did you even go home before you came here?”
“Nope, didn’t have a reason to.”
“No?” I raise my eyebrow.
“I showered after my game. Did forget a clean shirt though, so don’t laugh, but I’m wearing my clean home jersey under my sweatshirt.” He holds up the bottom of his sweatshirt, and I see his white jersey underneath it with dark blue lettering.
I hum as an idea forms in my head that I think Will is really going to like. “Take your sweatshirt off.”
He gives me a questioning look then does what I ask.
“Okay, now give me the jersey,” I request next.
“What?”
“Just give it to me. I promise you’ll like this.”
He yanks it off, standing in the living room shirtless now, his nipples visibly hardening as I take it from his hand.
“Stay here.”
He eyes me curiously but stays in the living room while I go into my bedroom.
I close the door behind me and pull the jersey over my head.
It’s huge on me, hanging past my thighs and swallowing my torso.
It brushes against my sensitive skin in a way that sends a shiver right down my spine.
I turn around to look over my shoulder in the mirror at his name stretched across my shoulder blades, and wearing it feels…
God, it feels like I’m wrapped in him. More so than his hoodie because it’s even bigger, and I love it.
I want to drive him crazy though, so I strip out of my pants leaving me in just his jersey and a lace thong. The perfect outfit in my mind to make him want to pin me down and fuck me.
When I pull the bedroom door open, Will is right where I left him, and he immediately freezes. His mouth falls open, and there’s a very real chance he might’ve actually stopped breathing as he takes me in.
“Holy… shit,” he whispers, eyes dragging over me so slowly I feel his attention everywhere.
I lean against the doorframe, waiting for him to make his move. “So? Does your number look good on me or what?”
He swallows hard, finally getting back to breathing. “Porter,” he starts, stepping toward me. “You can’t—you can’t just—” He gestures weakly at the jersey. “Jesus, you look so fucking sexy.”
“Yeah?” I smirk, tugging at the hem so it skims higher up my thighs, revealing more skin. “You like it?”
As soon as I start the tease, he’s already in front of me, his hands finding my hips, sliding under the fabric as if he can’t stand not touching me. “Like it?” His voice breaks into a distraught laugh. “I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind, Kitten. You look fucking delicious.”
“Good.” I smile, loving that I’ve earned such an unfiltered reaction from him full of so much raw desire… even if it is just for sex.
Will crowds me backward into my room, kicking the door shut behind us. He looks hungry for me as he pushes me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed, his grip firm on my waist so I don’t fall back onto it.
As soon as his fingers drag across the thin fabric of the side of my thong, he groans and drops to his knees. He’s barely holding it together as he leans forward, pushing the jersey up to expose my thong, pressing his open mouth against the damp lace at the front.
“You wore lace for me, Kitten. Fuck, you look so hot I could probably come just from this view,” he groans.
I gasp from his praise and his touch. My knees wobble as my hands fly to his shoulders to steady myself from the sensation of his mouth on me.
He breathes me in, a deep, shuddering inhale that has my whole body breaking out in goosebumps.
It’s so intimate. His tongue flattens against the fabric, as he licks a slow, torturous stripe up my lace-covered erection that makes my hips jerk forward.
His hands move to my ass, and almost in slow motion, his mouth drops open again as he registers I’m wearing a thong.
“Porter,” he groans, head falling back to look up at me with lust-filled, blue-green eyes. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face. I reach back with one hand and snap the thin strap against my skin. “You don’t like it?” I ask in a bratty tone. “I thought since you’ve been begging for the panties that the thong would be a nice surprise.”
The pure awe on his face is better than I could’ve ever imagined. He looks like a man who’s just seen god, and his god is a bratty twink in a lace thong.
“You’re incredible. Seriously, holy fuck, I want you so bad, P. I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.”
His hands lock on my hips, turning me so my ass is in his face.
I grab the footboard to brace myself as he pushes the jersey up before sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of my ass.
I yelp at the sharp sensation before he soothes the pain by sucking into my skin, and I’m positive I’m going to have a hickey on my ass now.
“You’re such a goddamn tease,” he groans against my skin, his voice muffled as he licks the spot he just bit, then trails his tongue up the string of the thong. “Walking around in this… in my jersey… knowing what this would do to me.”
“Yeah?” I moan, pushing my ass back into his face, letting myself give in to my desires fully. “And what’s it doing to you, Daddy? Does it make you want to fuck me?”
He answers by hooking his thumbs into the thin straps on my hips and dragging the lace up so it bites into my crack, putting pressure on my hole. He leans in and spits, right on the fabric stretched over my entrance. The wet heat soaks through immediately.
“You already know I want to fuck you. This is making me want to absolutely own that tight little hole of yours,” he growls. He stands up and smacks my ass. I’m loving this possessive side coming out of him. “Teach you a lesson for being such a fucking tease.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I sass.
“Hands and knees. Ass out on display for me,” he instructs, and instead of taunting him anymore, I obey, climbing onto the bed to get into position.
I want it too badly to pretend otherwise.
My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my cock is so hard it feels like it’ll rip through the thin front fabric.
My ass is presented to him, and the jersey slides down my back as I arch for him.
“Look at you. All dressed up for me. In my name.” He leans in, and I feel the wet heat of his tongue press against the lace, right over my puckered entrance.
He licks a broad, filthy stripe, and I moan, pushing back against his face.
He pulls back, running a finger down my crack next.
“This is the prettiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen. ”
The bed dips behind me, and I feel his hot, thick cock as he rubs it over my ass cheeks. He picks the strap of the thong up and slides his dick between the lace and my cheeks, right over my hole, teasing me without actually attempting to push inside.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, my hips rocking back, trying to get more, but he pulls his dick all the way out from under the thong, and I almost protest until he instead rubs his cock up and down my crack, pushing the lace between us.
“You like that? You like my cock rubbing against your hole through these slutty little panties, Kitten?”
“Yes. Will, please,” I beg, voice muffled by the sheets.
“Please what?” he repeats. He slows his hips to a maddeningly relaxed pace, letting me feel every thick inch of him sliding against the lace.
“Tell me what you’re begging for. You want me to rip these off you?
Want me to shove my tongue in your ass and prep you?
Or do you just want me to keep doing this, rubbing my cock all over you, teasing you until you’re a desperate, leaking mess? ”