Page 63 of Provoking the Punter

Garrett grunted. “One day I’m gonna make you beg.”

“I hope so… I’ll put it on the menu.” His fingers circled Garrett’s hole. He expected the initial tightening but didn’t relent. He just kept teasing as if they had all the time in the world. They certainly had all night. He could drop Garrett at the hotel in the morning. It was already late, so there was no point in him leaving tonight.

Besides, he didn’t want him to leave.

He wanted to find out what it was like to wake up with him. Was he a morning person, or was he cranky and in need of a coffee? Or was that just him?

“We should talk about the menu,” Garrett said, with only the slightest hitch in his voice.

“You should book the venue.” He leaned in and licked the length of Garrett’s cock. He tasted of soap and sex.

Of course, he’d showered after the game. What did he smell like after the game when he was sweaty? One of those guys who smelt good and tasted better? Or one of the rank ones who should shower immediately? He’d dated both kinds and was hoping for the former.

Garrett bent his knees, planted his feet on the bed, and lifted his hips, thrusting into Chester’s mouth.

Chester released him and pressed his other hand to Garrett’s hip, giving the illusion of holding him in place. Chester was sure it would take Garrett very little effort to throw him off if he really wanted to, but he didn’t. Instead, Garrett tipped his head back, his fingers clawing at the sheets.

Chester didn’t think he’d ever tire of watching him. Especially when Garrett was trying not to ask for more. He pressed his fingers more firmly against the now hungry hole that was eagerly opening for him. But he didn’t offer the relief of a finger.

“Please.” Garrett’s voice was breathy.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He tongued Garrett’s balls, knowing that wasn’t what he wanted. His hips rocked gently against Chesters’s hand as if trying to make the finger accidentally slide in. Chester let him have the win.

Garrett inhaled and went still, but Chester didn’t give him a moment to recover. He wanted him melting and begging and groaning. He fucked him slowly with one finger, then added a second and curled them, rubbing over his prostate. Garrett’s grip on the sheets tightened.

“I don’t want you to come till I’m fucking you.”

“Then you shouldn’t talk like that while you’re doing that,” Garrett gritted out.

Chester leaned over and licked the spilled pre-cum. “You’re so pretty when you're desperate.”

“No one… has called me…” He gasped, and his hips jerked. “Pretty before.”

Probably because Garrett never let anyone see him like this, with his walls down. He wanted to be in him. Garrett was right. It was better like this, so he could watch his face.

He pulled his fingers free, and slicked his cock, and then added some more lube to Garrett’s hole, taking a moment to tease the rim, dipping in and out with his fingers without going too far. His gaze flicked between Garrett’s face and the way he was lifting his butt, offering himself, silently begging.

Chester supported himself with one hand as he held his cock against Garrett’s hole.

Garrett’s legs lifted, wrapping around his hips, and Chester had no doubt that he could use his leg strength to get what he wanted. Garrett watched him with dark eyes, his chest rising with each rapid breath.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’m gonna flip you over and attempt to ride your dick myself.”

Chester pressed into him, slowly. Garrett’s back arched, and his ass clenched around Chester’s dick. He paused, waiting for Garrett to relax.

“You need to breathe, honey, or we aren’t going anywhere.”

“I’m trying.” Garrett closed his eyes as if he could force his ass to unclench. “Just keep going.”

“No. How about you unlock your legs and hold them open for me?”

“Or how about I get on my hands and knees like you said?”

“You can do that… or we can do something else.” He rocked back, pulling out of Garrett’s ass, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

“I want this, I want you.” He sat up, his fingers sweeping over the piercings beneath Chester’s collarbone, before pulling him in for a kiss. “It’s just been a really long time and…”

“And you weren’t sure if you liked it back then or not.”

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