“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.”
