“I missed you,” he says into my shoulder, squeezing me tight.
“Calm down, it’s only been a day.” I roll my eyes even though a part of me soars at his admission as he squeezes me tighter.He just wants to fuck you,I remind myself.
“Tell me you missed me too. I know you did,” he teases, pulling back.
“Someone’s a little desperate, huh?” I joke, and he reaches out to scoop me up in his arms. I laugh as my legs wrap around his waist as he spins me around the room.
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me the truth,” he insists, but I can’t stop laughing to answer. Someone’s in a very good mood, and my little surprise for him will only make him more feral.
“Oh my god. Fine. I missed your dick. I almost had to break out my dildo,” I joke, pushing myself back in his arms so I can see his face.
He drops me slowly to the ground but keeps his hands on my waist as he looks at me. “Does that mean you managed to hold out for my dick?”
“I did,” I admit. The dildo hasn’t had the same appealknowinghecould be inside me instead. “You got here sooner than I expected. Did you even go home before you came here?”
“Nope, didn’t have a reason to.”
“No?” I raise my eyebrow.
“I showered after my game. Did forget a clean shirt though, so don’t laugh, but I’m wearing my clean home jersey under my sweatshirt.” He holds up the bottom of his sweatshirt, and I see his white jersey underneath it with dark blue lettering.
I hum as an idea forms in my head that I think Will isreallygoing to like. “Take your sweatshirt off.”
He gives me a questioning look then does what I ask.
“Okay, now give me the jersey,” I request next.
“What?”
“Just give it to me. I promise you’ll like this.”
He yanks it off, standing in the living room shirtless now, his nipples visibly hardening as I take it from his hand.
“Stay here.”
He eyes me curiously but stays in the living room while I go into my bedroom. I close the door behind me and pull the jersey over my head. It’s huge on me, hanging past my thighs and swallowing my torso. It brushes against my sensitive skin in a way that sends a shiver right down my spine. I turn around to look over my shoulder in the mirror at his name stretched across my shoulder blades, and wearing it feels… God, it feels like I’m wrapped in him. More so than his hoodie because it’s even bigger, and I love it.
I want to drive him crazy though, so I strip out of my pants leaving me in just his jersey and a lace thong. The perfect outfit in my mind to make him want to pin me down and fuck me.
When I pull the bedroom door open, Will is right where I left him, and he immediately freezes. His mouth falls open, and there’s a very real chance he might’ve actually stopped breathing as he takes me in.
“Holy… shit,” he whispers, eyes dragging over me so slowly I feel his attention everywhere.
I lean against the doorframe, waiting for him to make his move. “So? Does your number look good on me or what?”
He swallows hard, finally getting back to breathing. “Porter,” he starts, stepping toward me. “You can’t—you can’t just—” He gestures weakly at the jersey. “Jesus, you look so fucking sexy.”
“Yeah?” I smirk, tugging at the hem so it skims higher up my thighs, revealing more skin. “You like it?”
As soon as I start the tease, he’s already in front of me, his hands finding my hips, sliding under the fabric as if he can’t stand not touching me. “Like it?” His voice breaks into a distraught laugh. “I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind, Kitten. You look fucking delicious.”
“Good.” I smile, loving that I’ve earned such an unfiltered reaction from him full of so much raw desire… even if it is just for sex.
Will crowds me backward into my room, kicking the door shut behind us. He looks hungry for me as he pushes me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed, his grip firm on my waist so I don’t fall back onto it.
As soon as his fingers drag across the thin fabric of the side of my thong, he groans and drops to his knees. He’s barely holding it together as he leans forward, pushing the jersey up to expose my thong, pressing his open mouth against the damp lace at the front.
“You wore lace for me, Kitten. Fuck, you look so hot I could probably come just from this view,” he groans.
