The Thrill
It's been a week since I've broken up with Steph. It's okay. It didn't matter for anyone else.
It only mattered between us.
Reason was partially because no one else--besides Draymond (because he's so nosey)--knew that Steph and I were together.
It doesn't matter. I'll find someone else.
Problem was that I didn't find anyone else.
I shouldn't have been walking alone in the halls of Oracle alone, especially right after a sweaty practice.
I felt myself being yanked by my shirt into a closet. The door was immediately shut after I was pulled in. My first impression was that I was in a dark, black room, and it was humid and musty...so maybe an abduction? I don't know. My mind was off in weird places at that time. For a while, I had no idea what was going on. The collar of my shirt was often being tugged, and then pushed away, as if the other person was struggling to position me in a certain area. I felt hands shift from place to place on my body. They'd go from my wrist to my neck to my inner thigh and sometimes would accidentally slap me in the face. I just let it happen to me.
Eventually, the other person and I got into a set position. He had his hand grasping my collar, pushing me up against the wall while his thigh was set in between my legs. After my eyes adjusted to the dark, I realized we were staring at each other and I couldn't not recognize the green, glimmering eyes of this man.
"Steph?!" I stammered out.
Immediately, he jammed his hand against my mouth.
"Shh, Klay." A smile creeped onto his face.
God dammit, this turned me on. But I just had to think...what the hell?!
I immediately pushed his hands off me.
"Steph, I thought we were over," I reminded him.
"Oh, but Klay," he whined, "I can't get enough of you." Steph moaned out, "I need you Klay."
He bit his lip and glided his hand down to my thigh. His hand gently tapped on my hard member--mind my pants, which were in the covering it--along the way. He began teasing me. I loved and hated it when he did that. His fingers caressed my inner legs. I began squirming from the feeling.
"You're so easy to please," Steph said. "This is why you're so fun."
I don't know if I want this. Oh fuck, it was already feeling so good.
"Don't stop Steph," I moaned out loud on accident.
"I'm only beginning," he purred.
He glided his fingers back up and reached my shirt. Steph slid my sweaty top off and threw it to the side.
As I watched the shirt fly, I was immediately caught by surprise when Steph collided into my chest and threw my arms against the wall, holding them there. He smashed his face against mine, and the back of my head hit the wall behind me. Steph pushed his tongue into my mouth, nodding his head in a rhythm against my face. I let him do the work. Our tongues danced and the taste of him made me even more excited.
Steph pushed his leg up into my groin. He moved his hands from my wrists to hold my face. Steph pulled my jaw open so he could invade my mouth even more.
God dammit. He's so exciting. I let him do everything.
I almost teared up when Steph unexpectedly shoved his tongue even further down my throat. He then moved his hands down to my shoulders, pulling my bare chest closer to his.
Steph then placed one hand on my left nipple and the other hand around my throat. At this moment, he departed from my mouth and worked his tongue along my chest.
So aggressive. So invasive.
I could feel him nibble my skin gently as he twirled his finger around my nipple. It tickled and I smiled uncontrollably while arching my back at the sensation.
I could hear Steph giggle seductively as he slowly began to put pressure around my neck.
"Do you like this?" he purred.
"Ugh," I whined. "Yes."
"Are you okay with this?" he squeezed a bit more and twirled more aggressively around my nipple.
"Please, choke me harder daddy!" I moaned a little too loudly.
I felt myself short of breath as his hands tightly grasped onto my neck. Yes.
I wanted him to take over me. I knew that if I let him, I'd eventually get what I truly wanted.
Steph removed his hand from my nipple and grasped onto my hip. He squeezed my flesh and pulled my pelvis so it aligned up with his. We could feel each other's hard erections. I could feel Steph's hand on my throat. Almost there.
Soon, I regained my breath, but Steph was no longer touching me. I was breathing hard as I leaned against the wall. My arms dangled freely on my sides. But I was finally going to get what I wanted.
Steph collapsed to the floor, onto his knees. He spread his legs apart in a pleading manner.
"Oh, Klaaayyyyy," he teased. "Don't keep me waiting, daddy."
Oh shit, it was happening.
I untied the knot on my basketball shorts and quickly pulled it down, along with my underwear. Out popped a large erection, definitely what Steph liked.
I noticed him licking his lips enticingly. He was almost drooling. For a few moments he just sat there, staring at my erection.
I grew frustrated. I needed to be pleased now, I wanted to cry.
But taken my surprise, yet again, he grasped onto the backs of my thighs and pulled himself in. He quickly took it all in and I shivered at the sensation. Then, Steph slowly pulled back down, making sure to moisten the entire member.
