Keep Up Old Man
You didn't know when it started, how you and Drew started to drift to each other, started quipping back and forth in passing. It was probably the obvious attraction you had to him and the attraction he reciprocated back to you. But you'd always catch him in the training room, lifting weights or limping away from a match.
You'd playfully tease him about being older than you, even if the age difference wasn't that bad. You'd call him an old man or him needing to keep up with you. He'd tease you back; calling you Princess or to "watch it" before you'd regret your words and he'd have to "teach you a lesson."
You had to admit...him teasing you in such a way would leave you unbelievably horny. It would make it hard to focus on anything after those kinds of quips from him. Hard to keep your head above water, hard to keep from drowning in the thoughts of what it would be like if you two got intertwined, hard to keep your mind out of his pants actually.
It had cost you a match once. And when you walked back to the locker room in shame - you had saw Drew in passing, smirking a knowing smirk. It has you standing there for a second, frozen, staring back at Drew in wonder.
You were wondering about the possibilities of what it would be like to have a night with him...his strength...his experience...all of it.
You scurried away from him and his gaze, to retreat and recoup. That was the night that you had a sleepless night in a hotel room, hand between your thighs until you nearly passed out; a wet sticky mess upon the covers of the hotel bed. You were sure you had practically screamed his name in the empty hotel room. You had cursed and huffed how much his words...how HE had started to affect you especially as you stared at the ceiling breathless.
You wanted more.
You wanted him.
It wasn't long until you got your wish. The mutual friendly teasing started to actually get flirty. Not long after the flirting, it got touchy. That only started with brief passes in the hallways when you two thought no one was watching. They were "almost" touches that had you wanting those hands to stay and explore your body, touching every inch of you until there was nothing left.
Those quick touches were still enough to ignite an inferno of lust within you. They caused more sleepless nights alone in your hotel room, whimpering Drew's name as sweat coated your body. Your carnal desire was a fever in you that never seemed to really quell. You needed Drew to put out this fire, the one he started.
He needed to finish what he started.
Then the day came where the old man had enough and pulled you into a secluded corner of the arena, away from any praying eyes. He had your back to the wall and he was shielding you from any onlookers. One arm barring you from leaving the corner he had you in.
"This little game we have going on, Princess, needs to end," he said to you. His gaze and his tone was a heady mix that had you almost swaying before him. But you needed to keep the facade and tease him back. You just had to.
"Why?" you asked feigning innocence. "You can't keep up with me old man?" That made him smirk. The other hand he wasn't using to keep you in place came up to cup the side of your neck, making you jump. You were losing your calm demeanor.
"Because tonight, you're going to come to my hotel room, so I can teach you a thing or two about finishing what you started," he said as his thumb slowly started to run along the bottom of your jaw. You shivered.
"And why would I do that?" you asked. Your voice almost sounded like you were a wreck...and it wasn't that far off, but you almost didn't want Drew to know he was affecting you so bad.
"Because I know how bad you need it," he answered. His tone was tantalizing. You were going to say "yes" to him no matter what, but FUCK was he selling it. "And because I said so, Princess." A surprised gasp left your lips at that. Your eyes darted between his own, trying to see if this was another tease. To see if it was another alluring attempt to just cause one more sleepless night.
"Fuck," you said quietly. It was supposed to be to yourself, but Drew definitely heard it. His smirk grew.
"I'll take that as your acceptance," he said to you as he used his thumb to keep you looking up at him. "I know we're staying at the same hotel; I made sure of it." You couldn't help but swallow and lick at your drying lips. It caught Drew's storm grey eyes the moment it happened. He almost couldn't look away. "My room is 333 and my match is on first tonight. Meet me there right after your match. We'll finish this game."
There was a moment where it felt like Drew was going to kiss you, he had started to bend down. That last line almost felt like he was going to kiss you. Leave you with it. But instead, he pulled away with a smirk, leaving you to reel in the corner...to think about what you've done.
It was all you could think about. The rest of the night was a total blur. You faintly remembered watching Drew's match where he won with a shit-eating grin. You caught him leaving the arena, smirking at you all the while as he made his way down the hall in his regular clothes and his bag in hand. You wanted to forgo your match altogether and run after him. You didn't give a shit about anything else but him. You don't even remember your match or its outcome - that was all a blur. You probably lost. It didn't fucking matter. All that mattered was getting to Drew.
You almost ran down the hall to the locker room, were quick to change out of your own gear and into your day clothes that were so much easier to take off. Then you left the arena and back to the hotel. You didn't even bother to stop at your own room to drop off your stuff. You just went to the elevator and went straight to his room.
You were practically vibrating as you neared it, your excitement was getting the better of you. It was sending trills up and down your spine in a way that you had never felt before. Your hand was literally shaking when you knocked on his door. And all it took was a moment before the Scotsman opened the door, as if he was standing right next to it the entire time, waiting for you.
He pulled you in by your waist, shutting the door behind you. The click of it closing was all it took for the rubber band of sexual tension between you two to snap; you haphazardly dropped your bag to the floor and then his lips were on yours.
You fucking whimpered into his mouth, eyes slipping close and your body bowing into his to get close to him, to get more of him...
All of him.
He pulled you as close as he could get all while your tongues met to taste each other, finally. His large hands moved from your waist to your ass, cupping the expanse of it and giving it a squeeze. It illicit a moan from deep in your chest and you tried to roll your hips. You were desperate for friction. You were desperate to quell this fire within you. You were desperate for him.
He allowed a moment to pull his lips from yours to growl out, "I've been waiting for weeks for this."
"Same," you gasped out between your kissing.
"You have no fucking idea what I'm going to do to you." His words made you chuckle.
"Are you going to need a blue pill, old man?" you goaded him between gasps of air and kisses. That quip had Drew pulling away from you. It had you opening your eyes to catch him smirking down at you. It was something almost sinister. It had your heart skipping for a moment. You wondered what he was going to do next.
Then he spun you quick, bending you over the bed at the waist with a large hand pressing you into the mattress by your shoulder. It made your tummy swoop. Then he pressed his hips against yours, effectively bending you over the bed and pinning you there.
"Does it feel like I need one, Princess?" he panted above you. You could feel his hardness press against your ass, through his jeans and yours. You began to stammer. All your quips were leaving you. It made Drew chuckle darkly. "I told you before, I'm going to teach you a thing or two about finishing what you started."
Your brain started to fog with lust, unable to conjure what that could imply or what he was about to do. All you know was that he was going to show you that he can keep up.
The end....or is it
This....potentially could have a part 2. I just really needed to get this idea out.
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