He lightly tugs on the waistband. “I want to see you, without these.”
I push myself upright and off the bed, going to my bedside table to grab the lube. Standing in front of him, I slide my boxers down my thighs and kick them off. My cock is so fucking hard and ready for what’s next.
As I move to straddle him, he holds up his hand to stop me, before quickly taking his own boxers off.
“Fuck, Donovan, I’m gonna come so fucking fast.”
He lies back and I crawl on top of him, my knees resting on either side of his thighs.
“You want some?” I ask, holding out the lube. He nods and I squirt some on both our hands. “I mean this respectfully,” I chuckle, “but I love having you beneath me. You look so gorgeous, baby.”
“You do too,” he grins.
“You gonna let me watch you again?”
He nods and lowers his hand while I do the same, both inhaling as we grab our cocks, moving our hands in tandem, exploring ourselves while watching the other.
“Fuck, Stephen!” he moans, his eyes greedily roaming my chest and abs down to my cock.
“I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long, been thinking about you all day. I’m getting close already,” I say, my hips bucking with how good this feels and how hot he looks.
“I’m close too,” he pants.
“Yeah? You wanna try and come together?”
He nods and we continue to work ourselves, our moans and sighs mingling.
“I’m nearly there, can I come on your chest, baby?” The thought of seeing him covered in me almost sends me over the edge there and then.
“Fuck yes, please!” he cries.
That’s all I need; my orgasm hits and ropes of cum hit his chest, both from myself and him, mixing together, painting him like a canvas.
“Fuck!” he pants.
“Fuck indeed,” I say, out of breath from how hot that was.
When he looks down at himself he laughs, “Oh my god!” He reaches for his T-shirt to wipe it off.
“Wait, please,” I ask, “I like it. Just a bit longer.”
He lies back, putting his hands behind his head, showing off his chest to me. I gaze at him, taking in how beautiful he looks.
“You can touch me if you like,” he whispers, a shy smile crossing his lips.
I lower my hand to his chest and swipe a single finger through the mess we made all over him.
“Yeah, I like this,” I murmur, “I could definitely get used to seeing you covered in my cum.”
Chapter 9
Stephen
Thedayspassina blur and before I know it, I’m back at Tynerston for my weekend with the Warriors. It’s only my third time training with them, so it still feels new, but my game has already improved from spending time with the players and the more experienced coaches.
We spent the morning running drills with Ted, and now I’m spending some one-on-one time with Marcus practicing throws and catches.
“Hey, Marcus,” Joel shouts.
