Vincent's Desire

Changing Rooms

I wasn't sure what it was about Johnny playing basketball that got me going.

Maybe it was the way his jersey clung to his torso, the blue contrasting boldly against his skin. It did wonders for his arms; made the firm muscles look pronounced to the point where I found myself biting my bottom lip to prevent my thoughts from dirtying.

Or, perhaps, it was the way his hair looked all messed up. The sandy curls were normally one of my favourite features of his and there was just something about the way the strands glistened, the shimmer of sweat twinkling beneath the pitch lights that had me breathing hard.

But no, I had the sneaking suspicion that I knew exactly what it was causing my skin to crawl with anticipation this time.

At every given opportunity, Johnny would turn to face the stands, meet my eyes, and do something completely inappropriate.

I couldn't really blame him, however. I'd brought it on myself.

I was sitting with my friends to watch the match, something I'd done even before I'd began to date Johnny. Basketball had been a sport I'd enjoyed spectating for a while (and no, it had nothing to do with the presence of all the sweaty, attractive players).

My friend, Nadia, approached me, two container cups held between her hands. I inched up the cool metal to make space for her, releasing a thankful moan when she passed me one of the drinks. "Thank you so much, Nadia," I said, gratefully accepting the beverage. I took a long sip, insides warming.

"No problem," she responded, taking a sip of her own, "It's freezing tonight! If I'd known, I'd have brought something warm." She shivered a little. "Thanks to the view though, these hot players do know how to heat up the surrounding. Specially Johnny." She nudged me on the arm and laughed, my eyes widened out.

"Did you just say my boyfriend is hot?" I asked, voice holding a hidden warning. I wouldn't say I was overprotective or mistrusting - hell, I knew there was no chance Johnny would ever look at another girl, let alone cheat on me - but the edge of lust in Nadia's voice set me ever-so-slightly on edge.

"Chill." She threw up her hands, ginger curls bouncing. "I'm not coming after him - he's all yours. I'm just saying that I can appreciate a boy as attractive as Johnny. I mean, have you seen him? His muscles-"

Subconsciously, I began to drown her out, my focus shifting to my boyfriend. The team had just finished warming up and were now preparing for the game. I watched Johnny excuse himself from the team talk and begin to jog towards the benches where I was sat.

"-Oh look, he’s coming over!" Nadia chirped.

Johnny's hair bobbed as he took the stairs two at a time, a focused expression written across his face. He stopped when he reached my row, moving past a few people as he walked down the bench.

"Hey?" I started, eyes skimming his face. "What are you doing here? Don't you need to be on the pitch-"

Johnny cut off my questions with a quick kiss, mouth brushing mine in a sudden clash of teeth and lips. It lasted only a few seconds - short enough to have me aching for more.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Nadia turn away to begin talking to another friend, giving me some privacy.

"Seems like Nadia really likes me," he mumbled after he pulled back, a cocky smirk accompanied his voice. He explained when he read the confusion written across my face. "I saw how you both were busy checking me out, especially Nadia. I should say I'm flattered."

"She likes your body - and, honestly, who can blame her? You are quite the looker," I admitted, reaching out to press a hand against one of his biceps. It felt firm, even beneath the layers of materials. I stood up and stepped closer to him, the limited space providing me with the perfect opportunity to wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle in close. My head settled in the crook of his neck, mouth nestling against his side of his neck. "Too bad you’re all mine."

Johnny cleared his throat. "All yours, huh?" He asked, voice slightly strained.

"All mine," I affirmed. Deciding to have a little fun, I moved closer and settled my body flat against his. "Your face, your arms, your chest, your lips," I dropped my voice lower, a rush of heat throbbing over me, "and your cock."

Subtly, I rubbed my knee up against his crotch, Johnny's mouth releasing a low curse a moment later. "s**t, baby, you're going to give me a boner," a desperate want curled around his words.

"It's not my fault. I have to wait up here all match long, watching you run around that field, getting all hot and sweaty, wanting nothing more than to take you aside and have you ruin me. It's torture, John. I just have to sit here, getting more and more aroused with nothing to get me off." I paused, lips nibbling at his neck. "Too bad we'll have to wait a couple of hours before that though, right?"

I glanced up to see him stone-faced, his c**k pressing up against the material of his shorts. His teeth curled around his plump bottom lip, jaw tenser than I'd ever seen.

"Damnit," he muttered, cheeks flaming. I decided he'd just realized he'd sprung an erection, no thanks to me. "I'll get you back for this later, just wait." His eyes glinted.

I smiled, sitting down and taking a sip of the drink. "Have a good match, babe!"

Grumbling, Johnny opened his mouth to respond. We'd been together long enough for me to know the sorts of thing he'd have proceeded to say, so weren't put out when Coach yelled, "Orlando! Stop flirting with your girlfriend and get your pathetic ass down here!"

I watched, smirking, as Johnny jogged back to the field. I knew he'd make me pay for riling him up, but I didn't mind: it was fun to make him squirm. Additionally, s*x when he was angry was always good, as was post-match s*x. I'd never tried combining them, but had the feeling it'd be more than enjoyable.

***

Two hours on, I regretted my teasing.

Watching Johnny play had been hell.

Normally he'd be a bit showy, wanting to impress me; Nadia used to compare it to an act of courtship undertaken by an animal trying to win over a potential mate.

Today it had been taken up a notch.

It began with the stretching. Whenever he was near my end of the field, he took the liberty of turning to face the stands - making obvious eye contact with me - and lifting his arms. They arched high above his head, both outstretched as one tensed and the other held the ball. In addition to this, his front stuck out which drew my undivided attention to the firm curve of his chest.

Next came the lips. Biting, licking, sucking - everything. Anything he could do to his mouth to get me flustered, he did. Watching his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, releasing it painfully slowly, was enough to have me shifting in my spot. At one point during a particularly violent assault on his lower lip, Nadia had to ask me if I was alright - apparently, I'd been making noises, whatever that meant. I couldn't help it, not at all.

Johnny's eyes were unlike any I'd seen before. When he was happy, they conveyed a million sunsets; sad, a million storms. He had the capacity to make them blank - void of emotion - but also flood them with such feeling and passion that it took my breath away. They were glints of light, scatterings of stories and a kaleidoscope of colours all woven into one. They were so intricately detailed, so sculpted, that I often found myself simply…getting lost in them.

Tonight, however, they were different. Half-lidded, when they flickered up to meet mine from across the field, I felt as though a jolt of electricity rocketed down my spine. They seemed normal - absent was the gold I'd grown familiar with - showing his signature hazel as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but it was the look they held - that overwhelming feeling that flooded them, that had me visibly shuddering.

Before getting to know him, I'd never have guessed Johnny would be quite as good at 'eye f*****g' as he turned out to be. His game was, frankly, astounding.

His gaze flitted over my face, skating the curves of my jaw and forehead before settling on my mouth. He accompanied the stare with a lick of his lips, his stare shifting up to meet my eyes - a sudden warmness curling around my heart - and winking. Winking! A second later, he began to alternate between my mouth and eyes, throwing in an occasional neck scratch and stretch wherever he deemed fit.

It was difficult for me to just sit there - very difficult. Johnny without the sweat and the additional gestures was hard enough to deal with, but knowing he was putting on a show especially for me had my skin crawling.

All things considered, I was a wreck.

By the time the game was won and the players were leaving the pitch, I was completely and irreversibly aroused. The throbbing between my legs had begun during halftime when he'd ran his fingers through his sweaty hair and had only grown worse with time.

Nadia ended up having to drag me down the bleachers as I was so out of it I'd failed to realize the game had actually ended. By the time my feet hit the pitch, my mind was filled with one thought only: Johnny. Or, more specifically, how badly I needed him to f**k me.

After saying goodbyes to my friends - and having Nadia 'jokingly' throw a condom directly at my face, I headed straight for Johnny. The tall boy was sat on the end of a bench, changing from his studded shoes to soft-soled trainers.

He was alone, giving me the perfect opportunity to slip onto the bench beside him and scoot up as close as possible. He acknowledged me with a grunt when I pressed my thigh up against him, his body emitting a heat that warmed me to the core.

"You played well, congratulations!" I spoke, voice less congratulating and more please-f**k-me. He smiled, sitting up and stretching out his arms.

"Thank you," he murmured, taking one of my hands and pulling me from the seat when he stood. I stumbled, taken off-guard by the sudden action, and ended up with my front pressing flush against his jersey-covered chest. Johnny's large hands found home on my hips, giving me a small squeeze when he leaned down to press a sudden kiss against my lips. It lasted a few seconds and when he pulled back, he dragged his mouth over to a spot just below my ear and breathed out a few additional words, "That match was really difficult for you to watch, wasn't it?"

I gulped, goosebumps spreading across my neck. "You're hot," I answered simply. Hot was one way to put it, that's for sure.

One of his arms fell from my waist and went to position itself over my shoulders. When he took a few paces forward, I was taken with him.

"Just hot, huh?" He teased, fondly tracing his fingers over the top of my arm. I leaned into his side, pressing my head against his warmth. "I think Nadia said something more-" I silenced him with a laugh.

"Nadia doesn't know anything. She's only seen some of you, I've seen everything," it was his turn to look flustered, a rosy blush spreading over the apples of his cheeks, "and so yes, I do happen to think you're hot." I paused, a mischievous feeling fluttering through my chest. "How's your boner, by the way?"

It was as if Johnny finally switched on. An expression of realization dawned across his face as he remembered the past few hours. His grip on my arm tightened as his tongue went to skirt along the edge of his bottom lip.

"You're going to pay for that," he said, voice gravelly.

"Oh, really? Don't you think it should be you paying up? After all, you did do everything in your power to make me as uncomfortable as possible during that game," I challenged.

"You'll be lucky if I let you come, I wouldn't push it if I were you." I bit my lip, a tingle spreading down my spine. I'd always liked it when his dominative side came out.

The walk towards the changing rooms trickled by, Johnny taking his sweet time. I reckoned he was stalling - waiting for his teammates to clear from the area before we required it for our activities - as there was no way he actually had to retie his shoes three times.

In the end, the stalling worked. The second I was in the desolate changing room, Johnny pushed me up against a locker.

His mouth found mine in an instance, hungry lips pressing against me in a messy clash of teeth and tongues. I pushed back just as eagerly as him - if not more. I'd been waiting for the opportunity to make out with him all evening; I was sure as hell wasn't going to wait any longer.

Wanting to feel closer, I reached down and grabbed the material of his jersey, jerking him as close as possible. Johnny let out a surprised noise, pausing the advances of his lips to ask, "How do you want to do this, baby?"

"I don't mind," I responded breathlessly. As long as I ended up beneath him, I honestly didn't care.

Unsatisfied with this response, he made a sound suspiciously like a growl. "You're going to want to be more specific than that," he said, words the opposite of a suggestion. Swallowing, I tried again.

"I want you," I started, biting down on my bottom lip when his hands began to travel towards my jeans.

"Hmm?" He prompted, staring at me in a way that said keep going. I gulped, using every ounce of willpower to shift my attention from his nimble fingers pressing over my belt.

"Please touch me," I spoke, voice wavering when Johnny hooked his fingers beneath my waistband and tugged my jeans towards the floor.

"Touch you? Like this?" He reached up and tapped his finger against my nose, laughing to himself. I rolled my eyes, finding it slightly endearing despite the situation.

"No, you i***t," I scolded, voice carrying no heat. I grabbed his hand and guided it down my body, pressing it against the warmth between my legs. He used his pointer finger and pulled it over my covered center, tapping against my clit in a way that had me moaning. "Like that."

Fingertip applying a constant pressure to my heat, Johnny nuzzled his head against my neck. His lips pressed against my sweet spot, cheeks pursing as he sucked a rough hickey to my skin. My grip on my bottom lip tightened, the mix of sensations sending a throb of pure adrenaline down my spine.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked, cocky barely describing the arrogance in his voice.

For a second I contemplated my response, knowing whatever I said would determine the course of the night. Cocky, and he'd respond with teasing. Needy, and he'd decide to press me to the breaking point, just to see how far I'd go.

I narrowed my eyes. "No, you need to give me more."

Johnny muffled out a laugh. "Need to? Baby, if I remember correctly, it was you who started this." Nevertheless, Johnny pushed my panties down my legs. When his finger went to stroke up my center, he let out a soft curse upon feeling the extent of the wetness between my outer lips.

Force infuriatingly weak, he took it upon himself to trail his finger over my clit, applying as little pressure as possible. It danced just above the central nub, stroking in delicately careful lines that had my chest heaving.

Seconds slid by, his teasing holding strong despite my urges to amp it up. Growing impatient, I tried to grind my hips down. I was desperate for more, legs beginning to quiver from being held so close to the pressure I was searching for.

"So needy," he cooed, hair tickling my neck when he dipped his head lower in order to suck another mark to my collarbone.

His thumb went to play with my clit, a low hiss leaving my open mouth when it stroked strong circles into the sensitive spot. The forefinger trailed down, pushing up against my soaked entrance and circling the hole in a torturous fashion. "Do you want it? Want me to slip my finger inside?" I let out a high-pitched gasp when he slipped the finger in a teasing millimeter, fists grabbing handfuls of his jersey. "Or, would I rather go back to touching that greedy little clit?" He slipped his finger out, thumb feather-light over my nub.

"Holy s**t, John," I cursed, blinking rapidly. He smirked. "Inside. f**k- put it inside, please put it inside."

Johnny gave me a triumphant look, nodding his head agreeably. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" I was going to bite back with a snarky comment but instead found my vocal cords twisting into a loud moan when the finger slid all the way inside.

One hand went to hold my waist while the other stayed between my legs, working its magic - his grip on my sides strong enough to keep me firmly in place. Unable to move around properly, I resulted to writhing. As his slender digit began to pump in and out of my needy entrance, I squirmed beneath his grip, chest rising and falling as a bead of sweat ran along my forehead.

"Am I touching you right? Doing everything you want?" He asked, mischief woven through his words. I nodded, unable to form coherent words as my mouth was hanging open.

A second finger joined the first, my grip on his jersey growing impossibly tighter as I clenched my fists. Something began to build in the pit of my stomach, the quickly-strengthening brush of his thumb against my clit combining with the burning stretch of the fingers opening me out.

"I think I want some words, princess. Tell me how you feel," his tone bordered on mocking, tongue held between his teeth. I could feel him watching my face, sense him grow smugger as I grew more tied up.

"Y-yes, John," I murmured, giving in. "You're doing so well, fingers going so deep." To prove his point, he twisted his hand and the tips of his fingertips brushed up against my g-spot. "f**k!" I exclaimed, eyes rolling back.

"Are you getting there?" He queried, the action of my walls clenching around his fingers already giving him the answer.

"So close, baby," I supplied truthfully. I was teetering near the edge, so close I could almost feel the tenseness of my muscles as they pulled taught, back arching, toes curling, jaw-

"I don’t think I'm going to let you come just yet."

"What?" I spoke, voice sharpening despite the hazy cloud of arousal floating around my head.

"You heard me the first time. I warned you this might happen, but I guess you just didn't listen." To prove his point, he pulled his hand from between my legs. A hollow ache began to spread through my center.

Distraught, I looked up at him with wide eyes. "No. Come on, John, that’s so unfair!"

He smiled. "I deserve something, don't you think?" His clean hand went to rest on my jaw, thumb skimming over the curve of my bottom lip.

"Hmm, maybe. What were you thinking?" I asked, feigning innocence. He quirked an eyebrow when my hands found his shorts and I began to push them down his legs.

"Seems like you've caught on." I knelt down, pulling his boxers down slowly. His c**k slapped up against his stomach, length stiff, tip glistening.

Using a combination of my spit and the moisture from his leaking head, I quickly lubricated his length, earning a quiet string of curse and grunts from his mouth. After a moment's hesitation, I sprung to action.

Dipping my head, I took the tip in between my lips, tongue lightly licking over his throbbing head. One of my hands went to press against his thigh as the other took the rest of his length between its fingers, pumping in a rhythm that matched the movements of my mouth.

The sounds Johnny made - oh God - they were unlike anything I'd heard before. Soft whimpers and moans cracked into hearty groans and panting begs, his speech covered by a constant film of lustful need. He varied from low, soft whispers to loud, bellowing noises that exploded from the back of his throat; Johnny had no shame - he spoke his mind and, especially now, he wasn’t afraid to let anything out.

Engulfing more of him in my mouth, his fingers went to weave in my hair, grasping to the strands like they were a lifeline to the shore. He tugged now and then, eliciting a grumbling moan from my mouth that was quickly absorbed by his shaft.

"There we are," Johnny cooed, voice strained, "Knew you knew what to do." I hummed in response, hand shifting back to brush against his balls. "You're doin' it so well, baby, taking my c**k like such a good girl." A flush of warmth shot straight to my core and, oh, I wished I could reach down and bury my fingers in my pounding heat.

Wanting to bring him to the edge as quickly as possible, I broke out every trick in the book. I'd been with Johnny long enough to have learnt his tricks - the little things I'd do that drove him crazy - and wasn't afraid to use them for my own dirty means.

My tongue traced the prominent vein that stuck out from the underside of his c**k, varying pressures causing his grip to tighten around my hair. Noises left my mouth frequently as I knew just how crazy it made him to feel vibrations around his c**k. Whenever a bead of precum rolled from his tip, I'd be on it in an instance - sucking it greedily. My hand continued to squeeze and pull at his length in the way that made him squirm.

After a few minutes, he was yanking my back, grip on my hair proving to be a very effective lever. I stood up, too focused on the heat pounding through my core to take stock of the soreness of my knees.

"Could've come right then," he growled lowly, "but I wanted to wait till I had you wrapped around me." I found myself back against the wall, spreading my legs for Johnny to slip between them.

Fingers pressed me apart and I moaned at the appearance of his c**k, resting against my needy hole. "Do it," I murmured, knowing he was waiting for my go-ahead, "please, John."

I didn't have to tell him twice. Moving quickly, he rocked his hips forward. I gasped at the sensation of his length slipping inside, aroused enough so as to avoid feeling an uncomfortable burning sensation. When he was fully inside, Johnny waited. He glanced up at me, biting his lip as he waited for a sign that I was good to continue. Nodding, I wove my fingers into the material of his jersey and tossed my head to the side when he began to move.

Going on birth control have been one of my best ideas because holy s**t, the feeling of Johnny grinding up against my core was something I never wanted to muffle. Sparks flew along every inch of skin he touched, a slow-building heat spreading across the pit of my stomach as I cried out.

"f**k," I cursed, digging my nails into his side.

Johnny groaned, hair flying over his face. "Can't believe how good you feel, angel. I'm not gonna last long," he warned, voice hoarse.

"Neither," I agreed, tears pooling in my eyes when he reached down to press a finger against my throbbing clit. "John!"

"Just hold on for a minute, baby," he urged, spitting the words out. I began to quake, the effort from suppressing the high growing incredibly difficult.

The grip on my hips tightened as he adjusted his angle, causing the tip of his head to brush against my g-spot in the most breathtaking way possible. "Johnny," I whined, chest heaving, "can't wait much longer." I warned, fists clenching around his jersey.

"Do it, babygirl. f**k, let go around my c**k," he murmured, hot breath fanning against my face.

I didn't have to be told twice. Throwing my head back, I cried out as I came around his length, toes curling, back arching. Sparks of pleasure ripped through my body, the climax was so intense that I saw stars for a brief moment.

Johnny was coming just a moment later, hips jutting as he groaned loudly, cursing beneath his breath. I felt him shoot his warm load inside me, the action prolonging my orgasm.

When we both began to come down from our highs, Johnny pulled out and moved to rest his elbows on the wall, holding his head in his hands and he tried to regain his breath. "Holy s**t," I murmured, giving him a side glance.

"That was fuckin' hot," he announced, voice sounding wrecked. I nodded, letting out a loose chuckle.

"We should do it again sometime," I suggested. Johnny moved towards me, pulling me into his arms as he brought me in for a surprise hug.

Slightly surprised, I tilted my head to the side when he pulled back, leaving his hands on my waist. "I love you," he said, voice soft.

Smiling, I leaned up to kiss his cheek fondly. "I love you too - even when you're a teasing shit."

Laughing, Johnny squeezed my waist. "Oh, honey," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "if you think that was as bad as I can get, you've got a storm coming."