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.”
Three weeks later…
