(Direct continuation of chapter 4)
After Peter's tournament I walked back to my SUV beaming. We had fooled around in the backseat in the middle of his games, but I knew more was to come tonight.
We had each put our ass on the line. If he won, he fucked me. If he lost, then I fucked him. But I swear he never dominated so much in a game before! I guess that was a little taste of his domination of me later!
I started up the car and slid my backpack into the back seat. I didn't get as much studying done as I had planned, but I wasn't mad about it.
I opened my phone and typed out a text to Peter. "Great game, I see you were really determined to win out there :)"
I looked for a podcast for the drive back and after I'd found one I already had a message from Peter.
"Haha a lot was on the line ;)"
I smiled and replied, "Hey I'm not too mad at losing so maybe we both won?"
"Probably..." he said.
I wanted to get headed back, I didn't have the luxury of relaxing on the team bus. "So...your place or mine?"
"Mine for sure, I am the winner after all! ;)"
"Haha cool I'm going to start driving back and shower up at home and then I can come over? Address?"
"Cool, same I'll let you know when I'm back." He said along with sending his apartment address.
I drove back and tried to calm myself down the whole way. My mind kept wandering to his big cock and that French accent. My cock kept stiffening and trying to break through my pants!
I got home and dumped my stuff in my room and showered, shaved all over, and tried to get as smooth and sexy as possible for him.
I went back to my room in just my towel and stood in front of the big floor length mirror I owned and dropped the towel to my ankles. I checked myself out and couldn't wait to see what Peter and I could get into.
I went over to my dresser and opened my top drawer. Moving my boxers to the side, I picked up my small collection of slutty underwear. What better night to dress like a slut than the night you know you're getting laid?
I decided on something feminine. Something that begged "FUCK ME!" Which for me, was my little hot red lace thong.
I pulled it up my legs and nestled it over my cock and checked out my ass in the mirror. Fuck that little thong framed my cheeks so good.
My phone buzzed. Peter said he was back and will probably be done showering in the next 10 minutes if I wanted to head over soon.
I typed back that I would be there in about 20 and checked myself out once more.
I pulled on a pair of black joggers, black tee shirt, and a pair of sneakers. Figured I wouldn't be wearing clothes for too long so why bother with dressing up?
I texted Sam that I'd be gone for probably the whole night and he just texted back "slut" which made me laugh. After all it was his fault we're hooking up now!
I let Peter know I was on the way and then drove the mile or so to his complex right by the tennis courts.
My heart beat in my chest as I went up the stairs to the second floor landing and kind of regretted not grabbing a hoodie or something as it was too chilly for just a tee shirt now.
I knocked on his door and waited for a minute before his roommate answered. Awkward could barely describe how I felt. His roommate was hot too though, probably also on the tennis team.
I could feel my cheeks burning as this hunk probably knew why I was here too. He had a little smirk that said so at least!
"Hey, I'm..." I started.
"Yeah I know who you are! Peter will be out in a sec. Don't worry I'm heading out in like two minutes."
"Ah man now I feel like I'm kicking you out!" I said as he pulled the door back and let me inside.
"Don't worry about it, I had plans already just running late. Want to do a shot though?" He said smiling.
"Sure why not!" I said laughing as he poured us each a couple of Jameson shots and introduced himself as Mark.
After we did the shot, Mark dipped out for the bar and Peter walked into the living room. His longer hair still wet from his shower. He was just dressed in some grey sweatpants and a tank top but fuck he looked sexy!
"Hey." I said blushing a little.
"Hey, glad you got here so quick. I didn't want to wait for my prize."
"Well that would have been unsporting of me wouldn't it?" I said teasing him and basking in his big smile.
"And we wouldn't want that. I see you met Mark and got introduced with a shot."
"Yeah, is that how he treats all your prizes?"
"Maybe, I'll never tell, but I wouldn't say no to joining you for another round."
"That's what Saturday nights are for right?" I said as I poured us each a shot.
We clinked glasses while we caught each others eyes and downed the shot together. As soon as I swallowed, Peter moved forward, gripped my waist and planted his lips on mine.
I gasped a little in shock as he kissed me hard at first. He was so horny as if we hadn't fooled around for months rather than just hours. His tongue pressed deep into my mouth as we kissed. The alcohol on our breath contrasting with the fresh scent of our freshly showered bodies.
My hands held his hips and then rose up and squeezed his arms. His biceps were so firm from working all day. His arms flexed as he shifted his hands from my hips to cupping my ass.
He squeezed my cheeks and I gasped again into his lips.
"Now I really feel like a winner!" He said in that thick accent.
I laughed and pushed his chest slightly so I could breathe for a second. His hands still cupped my ass.