"Hey, we need to talk." I turn to look at him panic building quickly in my mind, I look quickly around me, our team mates are getting ready. Joking with each other, finding their shirts, I don't think anyone else heard him.
"Ummm could it wait until after our game?" I whisper back, not making eye contact. I have a strong feeling I know why he wants to talk, that stupid drunken New Years Eve text, I had been hoping he would never mention it.
"No, now, outside." His quiet but commanding response cuts through my thoughts. I swallow trying to calm my panic before I nod slightly, putting down my drink bottle and checking the game clock, we have 5 minutes before kick-off, how bad could a 5 minute chat be really?! He leads the way past the other courts, I'm two steps behind him trying to figure out what he's going to say. He had started all this month's ago the drunk 'you up' messages, the replies to my posts where I was dressed up and looking hot. But nothing ever came from it, I would just show up to play each week, he would be there and not a word was said between us except for on the court. Why was I so worried? It had been weeks since I sent that topless picture and he hadn't responded making his feelings were pretty clear.
Crap. He's just turned the corner to the outside courtyard, I hadn't been paying attention. I take a breath and take that last step into the night air. Before I can get a word out he grabs my wrist pulling my arm up above my head, his other hand presses firmly on my hip pushing me back against the wall just out of sight of anyone inside. I look up into his hungry blue eyes as he presses against me.
"Soo..." My words are cut off as his lips are on mine, my body reacts before my mind does, letting my mouth open slightly so he can kiss me deeply. Our tongues dancing. Oh god yes, I think as I finally get the passionate kiss I'd been daydreaming about.
The pressure of his hand on my wrist and the weight of his body forcing me against the wall is making me burn up, I want him. Here and now, screw being secretive, who cares if we miss our game. My freehand runs up his toned strong arm, tracing its way to the back of his neck pulling him into the kiss more as I press my hips forward, grinding into him, wanting him to know how hot he's making me. A small moan escapes my mouth. His hand on my hip moves up, under my shirt. His fingertips dragging hungrily up my body until he finds the bottom of my overly constricting sports bra.
Access denied. He makes up for it by grabbing as much of my breast in one hand as he can, firmly squeezing as his thumb and finger find my rock hard nipple. I didn't realise my eyes were shut until they fly open as he pinches and rolls my nipple, his eyes are staring into mine looking for the reaction. The bulge pressing into me tells me he's enjoying teasing me.
A siren blares. Fuck. The game before ours just ended!
We break the kiss, his hands still on my wrist and breast, he rests his forehead on mine. We are both still in this moment just breathing heavy, taking in what had just happened.
"Maybe we can continue this after the game?" I whisper, my soaked pussy taking over my brain for a moment. He guides my wrist back down to my side and moves his hand out of my shirt as he takes a step back.
"Only if we win..." he says with a teasing smile as he walks back inside.
.............
The siren blares again, my face is beet red, hair drenched, sweat pouring down my neck and shoulders. I did a mental eye roll, great, real attractive, idiot. But maybe the exertion would be worth it, sure my knees are grazed, my legs aching and I definitely have a few bruises in the making but we won! It was a close game, I don't think I've ever seen him play as well as he did in the closing minutes when it looked like the game was ending in a draw. I guess that pregame makeout was playing on his mind too. Not that you would have known watching him, they say you can tell what someone fucks like by how they dance but I think the way someone plays gives a much better insight. He had cut through the field with precision all game. Making it look effortless, controlling the ball at his feet as he brushed off tackles from much larger opponents, who cared more about attempting to knock him on his arse than getting the ball. He was clearly one of the fittest and strongest men on the court but the real draw for me was the way he watched and read the game predicting everyone's movements, and oh could he finish, calm, pinpoint accuracy, backed by incredible force and confidence.
A hand slapping my back brings me back to the present. "Great saves! Although you seemed a bit distracted at the start." One of my female team mates teases as we start shaking hands with the other team everyone saying good game, thanks or a similar pleasantry as we all make our way off the court. The frivolity continues as we reach the bleachers, fast and loud conversations breakout as we dissect the game, celebrating the win. I don't join in, all I can think about is his parting tease before the game 'Only if we win' well we won, what now?!
Thwack! A sweaty shirt hits me in the face, "eww! Who can't fucking aim!" I ask as I put the shirt into the team bag. Laughter breaks out around me, I look up and see the rest of my team starting to get changed and ready to go, I don't see him though. Sigh, here we go again with the string along. I bet he's already left I think as a pull my shirt off over my head. A firm hand appears on my bare waist, my heart stops for a beat, I turn to see who owns the hand resting on me. It's him, his eyes meet mine then slowly travel the length of my body. I'm suddenly very aware that I'm standing there in just tight exercise pants and a sports bra that's barely restraining my breasts looking like a hot sweaty mess. His thumb starts to draw small circles, involuntarily I bite my bottom lip and look up at him my eyes betraying my lust.
"I heard you might need a lift," he says before leaning in and whispering "to my place." in my ear. Damn, a fire immediately starts in my pussy, I manage to muster a slight nod as I remember the sweaty shirt in my hands turning to put it in the shirt bag, taking the opportunity to bend over and push my hips and arse backwards into him. His hand slips down to firmly grasp my hip, pulling me further into him. I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding and stand up quickly hoping our team mates haven't noticed. I grab my clean shirt throw it on and scoop up my assorted belongings including my car keys.
"Yeah, actually a lift sounds great." I say to him, meeting his eyes again, he shoots me that teasing smile again then calls out to the rest of the team.
"I'm off, no staying back for drinks tonight, oh and I'm giving Lara a lift." He waves to everyone as a chorus of boos ring in, post game drinks is a sacred tradition! He turns and starts to walk out, I quickly say my goodbyes then walk quickly to catch up to him.
