I wonder what he sees. I know I’m a mess, sweaty and red-faced, but that's nothing new. We've seen each other like that after workouts a hundred times.
But the way Colten looks at me now...
I've never seen that expression on his face while training.
There’s an edge to it, one fully focused on me in a way he never is during practice, even when we’re practicing drills together.
I shudder from the intensity of it.
“You’ll tell me if you don’t want this anymore.” It’s not a question but a demand, that intensity sparking as the light around us glows brighter once more.
How could I not want this?I don’t say.
Instead, I say in a raspy voice, “Yes.”
He dives back down, less cautious this time, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and biting it before his tongue presses back against mine.
With my eyes squeezed shut, I roll my tongue over his own, shivers sparking down my body. He begins a rhythm not unlike fucking, pushing and pulling into my mouth, against my tongue.
My dick, which had finally relaxed, perks right back up, blood rushing to it with a speed that’s embarrassing.
The cotton material of my boxers is already wet from my earlier pre-cum. The fabric sticks to my dick as it presses against the seam of the fly, almost as if trying to get through the opening.
Honestly, if I could get my dick through that opening, or even just out of my boxers, it would probably feel a lot better. But the moment I try to move my hands, Colten simply presses them harder into the bed.
Well, darn.
My hips roll forward in desperate little jerks, trying to move my dick around enough to get it through the hole in my boxers for a little relief while Colten continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue.
Eventually, I somehow succeed, and my dick finally has room to breathe. I let out a moan of relief straight into Colten’s mouth.
Colten leans back, far enough that I can’t chase his mouth even though I stretch my head up toward his. He still has his chest against mine, after all, keeping me pinned.
“C’mon, why’d you stop?” I ask, almost whining as my hips continue to jerk up.
He narrows his eyes at me, eyes flicking over to where his hands still have mine trapped, before looking down at where my dick has escaped its captivity. My hips jerk up again, more desperate this time with his attention on the place I need it the most.
“Hm,” he says. What the heck does that mean??
“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I grumble.
His gaze flicks back up to me, and I jolt, feeling like maybe I shouldn’t mess around with the guy who can do judo.
“You really are desperate for it…” he mutters, almost more to himself than me, before dropping one of his thighs between my legs and grinding down on my dick.
“A-ah!” I moan, light flaring around us as I finally get some friction, which I immediately need more of.
My hips pick up their desperate movements again, this time honed right against Colten’s thigh. The sweet, curling heat of friction quickly makes me lose control, my chest heaving with mind-melting need.
And then Colten, the mean, mean person he is, takes his leg away.
“No, please, I-I need…” I gasp, my hips trying and failing to find purchase against his body again.
I genuinely try to escape his grasp, to buck him off, but he twists his legs around mine, easily keeping me from getting any true leverage while also keeping my hips horribly untouched.
“Whyyyyy,” I whine, tears gathering in my eyes.
Colten huffs out a laugh, though he hasn’t stopped watching my face for even a moment. I let out a shaky breath, trying once more to throw him off and failing.I was so close!!!
