“W— wait.” I pulled away from his mouth and gave his head a light tug. He gazed up before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing heavily. And fuck, that was hot.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head, bringing him to sit on the bench. “I want to come around you.”
I watched his brain short-circuit for a few seconds as I moved to straddle him where he sat. I lowered myself so the head of his hard cock brushed against my aching pussy. With my knees pushing into the wood, I lowered myself just enough to take in his tip, and already the stretch was evident. We moaned in unison as I sank down all the way, my pussy walls pulsing with every inch taken. The rocking started off stilted as my body took a moment to adjust to his size. Then, using the exquisite way he filled me as my fuel, I rode him hard. Up and down. Eventually lifting off his dick to see a line of my arousal connecting the tip of his cock to my wet pussy.
Michael was mesmerized, and even more turned on. He gripped my hips tightly to hold me in place, and pushed up to drive himself back into me. The bench creaked ominously beneath us as he worked up a steady rhythm, fucking me faster and harder as his control wore thin.
I was becoming impatient too, and ran my hands along his chest, down to his abs. Marveling at the way they flexed when I shifted ever so slightly.
I rolled my hips again, and he hummed in approval. Then I braced my hands on his chest and started to lift and lower myself onto his dick. He groaned into the new sensation, dipping his head to nip and suck at my neck.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this… Wanted you…” I whined, overcome with emotion I couldn’t figure out.
“I think I know,” he breathed. “Because I feel the same way.”
I continued to slowly ride him, loving the way his chest rumbled with his groans and the way his cock slid against my most sensitive spots. I tried to pick up the pace, and my skin heated up even more when I felt his hands cling possessively to my ass. Pushing me forward and backward on his cock and even helping me to lift up then fall back onto him when the switch came. He split me open on his thick shaft, ramming into me with a desperation that was unraveling fast.
I clenched around him even tighter, just to hear him moan some more. I loved the way his arms flexed as they guided me up and down, loved the way his abs moved as he rose his hips to meet mine. Most of all, I loved the white-hot spark of desire I felt whenever he thrust into me so deeply it hit all the right spots.
His face contorted as his own pleasure reached a high, and I could tell by the way his fingers bruised my hips that we were veering close to the edge of oblivion yet again.
Michael bit back a smile before roughly grasping my hips and pulling me off his cock completely. There was no stifling the disappointed whimper that followed. The sudden emptiness and confusion. However, things became clear when he placed me on the bench beside him and laid me down on my back.
“Like this,” he said in brief warning before he pushed the thick head of his cock into my pussy once more.
I gasped his name again as he buried himself into me with one hard thrust.
“Fuck, Michael, you’re so— It’s so…”
He felt so much deeper, so much bigger in this position. Part of me wanted it to last forever. His cock felt good. The new angle, the dirty rhythm, and fuck, the view of him hovering over me like this made me want to come all over again.
Michael looked down at where we were connected and groaned at the sight of my juices coating his shaft. I took him so fucking well and could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t far behind me. He brought his thumb to my clit, determined circles coaxing me higher and higher.
I was on the verge of screaming as I wrapped my legs even tighter around his waist, losing myself in the way his skillful fingers and amazing cock were working my pussy so damn well. I knew I wouldn’t last at this rate. When he applied two fingers, one on each side of my clit and ran them along my inner lips with just the right amount of pressure, I saw stars.
“Michael… Oh—” I gave little warning before coming all over his cock, glazing it with my juices until I turned into a shuddering mess beneath him.
He gave a few final thrusts into my over-sensitive pussy before snapping his hips particularly hard. Just once. Shoving his entire cock inside me and staying there to finally let loose.I felt the pulse and swell of his cock, as well as the warmth of his arousal that spilled into me. He grunted through a series of jerks and tremors, then collapsed on top of me. Dazed and out of breath.
The weight of him was a physical anchor, a heavy, solid heat that pinned me to the tile as the steam continued its rhythmic hiss around us. For the first time in years, the relentless gears of my brain that calculated grocery budgets, shifted through Gabe's lies, and braced for the next disaster, simply ground to a halt.
Relinquishing that iron-clad control felt less like a defeat and more like a long-overdue exhale. I closed my eyes, pressing my face into the damp crook of Michael's neck, finally letting myself be the one who was held instead of the one holding everything together.
“You’re not allowed to take this back,” he said, his voice muffled in my damp hair.
A tired laugh bubbled out of me.
If he only knew.
25
Michael
We were one win away from a series stranglehold, and the entire locker room held onto that knowledge like a vice.
I sat at my stall, methodically taping the knob of my stick. In the past, this ritual had felt like preparing for an execution. One man against a room full of kids who didn’t want him there. Now, the weight of it felt different. It felt like a tailwind.
