I reach over and place my hand on his knee.
“You played well today,” I say, tickling the wiry hair on his thigh beneath my fingertips. I slowly slide my hand beneath the hem of his silky soccer shorts. I can feel the warmth of his cock pulsing under his briefs. I gently, and only momentarily, allow the tips of my finger to brush against it.
He smiles and places a hand on top of mine, keeping his other on the steering wheel.
We arrive home and he drops his bag announcing, “I’m gonna go have a shower.”
“No, not yet.”
I steer him to the couch and gently push him down onto it. I straddle him and his mouth splits in a wide grin.
“I’m all sweaty,” he says.
“Yeh,” I say, soft and throaty. “I’m aware.”
His eyebrows shift in that cute way they do when he starts to get turned on.
I bend my head down and rub my nose along his throat, collecting the grimy residue. I stick out my tongue and lightly lick a pattern around his Adam’s apple. He tastes like running and grass and effort and testosterone. His stubble catches against my tongue and I press into it, enjoying the sandpaper scratch.
He lets out a little moan as I make my way closer to his mouth. I press my lips against his and he opens, parting for me like he’s been waiting for this all day. Our tongues slide into one another, our lips dancing.
He reaches up and slips his hand under the back of my shirt, soft fingers tickling my spine. I grin against his lips. He slips my shirt off and my hair falls across my face in a messy heap. I get up and slowly slide down my pants, revealing the g-string I wore to his game. I find that the cotton strip riding against my asshole enhances the arousal I feel when I watch him play. Every time he sprints and kicks and grunts I feel a happy little spasm in my cunt.
I make my way back on top of him, positioning myself so that his now hard cock settles between my ass cheeks, thin layers of fabric creating a tantalising barrier between his dick and my bare hole. I lean in and lick his earlobe, causing him to whimper.
“I want to feel your precum on the back of my throat,” I whisper, making him shudder.
I slip down so that I’m kneeling on the ground between his legs. I press my face into the slippery satin of his shorts, feeling my cock twinge as I inhale his musky scent. I love the way he smells. Like rawness. Like cum and piss and sweat. Like sex. It churns my insides.
I slip off his shorts, revealing the shape of his cock pressing against his underwear. I lick my way along its length, tasting the furry cotton, the trail of my wet tongue causing him to throb, begging to be released.
I relent and slip down the waistband, freeing his dick and swiftly scooping it up into my mouth. He moans and it is glorious being able to get him to make a sound like that with my warm, wet mouth. I swallow him completely and get my wish as his sticky precum smears against the very back of my throat.
I slowly slip his dick back out of my mouth and then grip his shaft with my hand. In one motion, I slide the tip of him between my lips and pull down his foreskin, mimicking the wet, sliding sensation of penetration. He gasps and I repeat this action again and again.
His skin tastes salty with just a hint of acrid. I stop rubbing him and slip my tongue gently into the slit, tasting the residue of piss lingering there. It makes my stomach flip and my dick twitch.
I can feel his breathing escalate and I know he is building. I rub my nose down the length of him, leading me down to his balls where I lick the carpet of fur covering his scrotum. He shoves his hands into my hair, gripping me tight.
“Fuck…” he moans. It’s his first word. It won’t be his last.
His fists clench, pulling my hair, as I suck on his testicles one by one.
“Get on top of me,” he commands.
I glance up, a sticky, wet grin on my face, ready to obey. I climb back onto him and we lock eyes, his deep brown irises piercing me with their hunger. He pulls my face down, crushing his lips into mine.
“I need to be inside you,” he grunts.
I reach over to grab one of the many tubes of lube we have stashed around the house for an occasion such as this, and hand it to him. I nibble on his ear as he prepares himself.
Eventually I hear the click of the lube lid closing and I feel him pull my g-string to the side.
He guides me downwards, pressing the pulsing head of his cock against my opening. I grind very gently back and forth against it, using the subtle movement to spread the lube and slowly part the lips of my cunt.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps as I slip him inside me.
I slowly ease myself down, feeling him spread me inch by inch and I am in ecstasy. I can feel him filling me, feel the thrill of the slightly painful, slightly uncomfortable stretching, knowing that it’s about to transform into unparalleled bliss.
And when I finally reach the base of him and feel his balls pressing against my cheeks, it does. It feels almost supernatural the way something unlocks inside me as his cock finds my spot.
He shudders with pleasure as he gives a tentative first thrust, hands resting lightly on my hips as if holding me in place.
He takes my responding gasp-grunt of pleasure as the permission that it is and begins to push himself in and out of me, slowly at first, then gaining in momentum.
He is still wearing his soccer jersey and I grip the material, clutching at it as he thrusts into me. I can feel that I’ve caught some of his chest hair along with the jersey and see it amplify the ecstasy on his creased, panting face, the sharp sensation turning him on even more.
He rams into me harder and harder, his strokes getting firmer and angrier. I groan blissfully. It feels like his cock is pushing so far inside me that it tickles my naval. I can feel the glorious churn of arousal.
“Harder,” I grunt.
He acquiesces, shoving himself into me, pushing down on my hips.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!” I repeat.
I feel his balls start to slap against my ass as he beats his dick into me over and over.
“Ye-ee-ee-ee-ss…” I moan, each thrust chopping the word as it slowly spills from my throat.
He is panting hard between little grunts and cries of pleasure. I’m worried he is going to cum before he has fucked me from behind, so I grab his jaw with my fist and stop grinding against him.
He looks into my eyes questioningly. I lean in and whisper, my voice gravely from all my throaty groans.
“I want you to pound me into this couch.”
I feel his dick respond to my words, squirming inside my ass as though it can’t wait to grant my wish.
I flip over onto all fours and he gets up on his knees behind me.
He spreads my cheeks apart and pushes himself roughly inside me. There is no tentativeness now. Once he gets going, he doesn’t slow down. It’s something I love about him.
“Fuuuck,” I moan, showing my appreciation.
He wastes no time in granting my earlier request, reaching over me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pressing my face hard into the couch cushion, the way he knows I like it.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name so loud the windows shatter.”
He whispers it directly into my ear. His voice has taken on a dark edge which makes me writhe with pleasure.
He’s shy. I love that he’s shy. I love that it takes him a little while to warm up into talking to me like this. Because when he finally does, it is soul-fuckingly hot.
He begins to furiously pound me, roaring and grunting as he fucks my hole. I cry out with pleasure as he shoves his cock into me, stretching me out.
He takes hold of my hips, gripping me tight, his clipped nails digging into my sides.
“Fucking take it,” he grunts, as he beats into me.
It is so fucking hot. He pulls me to him, slamming into me again and again. I can feel his pelvis bruising me.
“Yes,” I whimper, “fuck yes….”
“You like me fucking you?” he spits between thrusts.
“Fuck yes!” I repeat.
I can feel him building. I know his moans and his grunts so well that I can sense when they are shifting towards a climax. He grabs the fabric of my g-string and wrenches it, causing the waistband to dig into my hips and ass.
“Do you want me to fill you with cum?” he taunts.
“Yes,” I beg.
He is panting heavy, his fucking getting more intense, wilder. We are both so sweaty that he keeps having to wipe the moisture off his palms on his own chest hair before reaching down, grabbing my ass again and laying back into me.
“Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demands, his voice rough with lust and need.
I can feel the urgency of his thrusts and I know he’s close.
“I want you to shoot your load inside me,” I beg. “Please, I want to feel your hot cum dripping in my ass.”
I hear the sharp slapping sound of his thighs smacking against my ass get louder and more rapid, and I know we haven’t got long.
“Fuck,” he pants, warningly. “Fuuuck.”
“Fill me up,” I beg.
He grunts louder and louder, moaning like he’s possessed.
“FUUCCK!”
He is shouting, losing control.
“SAY IT!” he bellows.
I know what he wants, and I whisper it, teasing him with it, knowing he won’t hear me over his furious fucking.
“SCREAM IT!” he roars.
In the split second before I know he’s about to cum, I give in.
“AVERY!” I scream, just as he pushes himself completely inside me and explodes.
I feel his cum shooting in long, ropey loads as he moans and grunts and gasps. His cock is spasming and he is pressing into me as hard as he can, thrusting as though he wants his cum as deep inside me as possible.
Eventually, his panting and shaking subsides. He stays inside me, reaching down and pulling me up by the torso so that I am cuddled against him, his nipples pressing into my shoulder blades.
He presses his sweaty face against the side of mine, finding my ear with his round lips.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“Avery…” I sigh, feeling his warm seed buried inside me. He loves it when I say I his name. “I love you too.”
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