#tito:talk

As a photographer approached you, he wrapped a hand tightly around your waist, slowly but surely moving it up until his hand was dangerously close to actually palming your breast. You both knew he was skirting the line of what was appropriate, and that it was only the beginning of his antics. And later as you were mingling with some people from the foundation he had you pressed against him, trying to be subtle as he checked out your cleavage anytime he looked over at you.

His teammates had caught on though, only because he couldn’t stop staring, practically drooling over you. Mat had called him out on it, making him blush as the rest of the guys laughed at him, luckily you were at the bar at the time so you were spared the embarrassment of your boyfriend's inability to control himself. You could tell though, as his cheeks were still red when you came back, and because he kept his hands to himself when you sat down next to him.

You missed it now though, the attention, the rush of the risk.

You do your best to focus on the conversation around the table as you try to think of how you’re going to get Tito to touch you again. You knew it wasn’t exactly appropriate, but you couldn’t care less, not when you’d probably already soaked through your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs every time you pressed your thighs together. As you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom it’s with every intention of teasing him that you adjust your straps and run your hands over your chest to smooth out the fabric. Smiling innocently at him you finally stand up and walk towards the bathrooms. You give him a glance over your shoulder, biting your lip as he watches you walk away.

– – –

As you reapply your lipstick, a thought pops into your head. After looking around, making sure you’re alone, you play with your nipples until they’re hard again – it doesn’t take long. You adjust your dress once again so it’d be impossible for Tito not to notice before grabbing your bag and making your way out.

The first thing you’re met with when you open the door is him leaning against the opposite wall, his eyes instantly falling to your chest.

“My eyes are up here” you joke.

“Don’t give me that, I know you’re doing this on purpose”

“Doing what?” you bat your eyes innocently.

He tuts, pushing himself off the wall. His hand cups your cheeks as he captures your lips in a hot kiss that you quickly deepen – melting into him completely. He presses you against the wall, and you gasp into the kiss as he presses his hips into you making his hard cock impossible to ignore.

“You know exactly what you’re doing “ he growls against your lips.

Your breath is stuck in your throat as he picks his head up to look around, he spots whatever it is he’s looking for and drags you along with him. After opening the fire escape door he pushes you against the railing of the staircase. It digs into your back, and before you know it he’s pressing his face into your chest, his breath hot on your skin as he carefully tugs at the fabric. The second your nipple is free his mouth is on it, your head tilting back as his tongue licks around it. You feel the vibrations from the moan he lets out throughout your whole body. His hand comes up to palm your other boob, thumb brushing across your nipple over the fabric before he pulls it down, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You wrap your fingers around the railing to keep yourself standing. His name leaves your lips in a moan – a little louder than intended. His mouth leaves you with a pop as he smirks at you, covering your lips in a kiss as his other hand replaces his mouth. You break the kiss with a surprised moan as he pinches both your nipples hard.

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” he mocks you as if he’s not just as desperate as you are.

All you can do is nod, however, the witty comeback dying on your tongue as his mouth finds your nipple, the one he hadn’t tasted yet.

“Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you right now, wouldn’t you?”

You arch your back, pressing your chest further into him – “please”.

“Please? Oh, baby, I’m not going to fuck you yet”

– – –

Your whole body is hot, his hand on your thigh burning into your skin when you’re back at the table for dessert. Once he’d pulled the top of your dress back up, you’d scowled at him finding all the strength you had to walk away without showing him how shaky your legs were. He’d smirked, waiting a second before following you, acting as if nothing had happened when he sat down next to you.

The guys are discussing where to go after the event is finished, but you’re silently praying Anthony will come up with some excuse to not go. You didn’t trust yourself to speak clearly, let alone come up with a plausible lie. You’re relieved when he declines the invitation, saying something about how you had a small headache, which you guess was believable as you hadn’t really said much since you came back.

He presses a kiss to your temple as you wait for your coats to be brought back to you, it’s the most innocent gesture he’s made all evening, but it still leaves you catching your breath. Your driver is already waiting for you when you exit the building, opening the door for you as Anthony holds onto your hand when you get in. The driver closes your door before walking around and opening the door for Anthony as well. He doesn’t waste any time rolling up the partition, not really caring how rude it might seem – he knew he wouldn’t make the drive without touching you.

He speaks your name softly as if he didn’t already have your attention. He slides over to you, “c’mere”. Cupping your cheek he nudges his nose against yours before he’s kissing you again. His free hand can’t help itself, palming your breast again.

“Tito” you whine.

“I know baby, I know”

He’s freeing your tits again, leaning down to kiss your skin. You thread your fingers through his hair, pressing your legs together as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, moaning around it, “you’re so fucking perfect, mon ange”

You feel your pussy throb as he continues kissing, licking, biting your sensitive chest. He’s completely lost in it, taking note of every breath, moan and whimper you make. He doesn’t even notice as your hand travels down your body – neither do you to be fair, it’s completely instinctual. You bit your lip as your fingers push your dress up enough for your panties to be revealed. You gasp as your fingers run across the soaked fabric, Anthony’s none the wiser, thinking you gasped as his teeth nipped at your skin. It’s not until you push your panties aside and run your fingers through your folds that he notices what you’re doing. The wet noise is unmistakable to his ears.

“Fuck- baby you’re dripping,” he says in awe.

You nod, “All evening” you admit, cheeks warm when he looks up at you.

“Poor thing, been needing to cum for so long?”

“Mhm,” you circle your clit.

His hand brushes yours away – “let me, I’ve got you”

He kisses your lips, swallowing your moan as he sinks two of his fingers into you. His thumb finds your clit instantly as he hooks his fingers against your sweet spot. His fingers hit the spot, again and again, making your head spin. You clench around him, stomach tightening already.

“Aw baby, are you cumming?” he flicks his thumb against your clit just the way you like it as your mouth opens in a silent scream, unable to answer as your thighs shake with pleasure. He fucks you through it, fingers slowing down as you catch your breath. When you’ve come down, you notice the car has stopped outside his place. Your cheeks flush with warmth as you wonder how long you’ve been parked, how long the driver had had to wait, or if he’d heard anything. It doesn’t help that Tito is licking his fingers clean without a worry in the world. When he sees your expression however he smiles softly – “We only just got here, timed it perfectly” he winks.

– – –

His arm is wrapped tightly around you, keeping you steady as you make your way to his apartment. He leads your head into the crook of his neck, kissing the top of your head as you stand in the elevator. The feeling in your legs has come back by the time you reach his floor, and you take his hand pulling him quickly towards his door as soon as you can.

You push his jacket off his shoulders when his door closes behind you, pulling on his tie next as you walk back toward his bedroom. His tie falls to the floor, his shirt following suit, his clothes marking the path you’ve walked. His fingertips run softly up your legs, taking your dress with him, you lift your arms to help him pull it off.

His lips part as he takes you in, always looking at you as if it was the first time, wanting to savor every moment. His eyes follow your movements as you run your fingers down your neck to between your breasts – “how do you want me?”

His eyes darken, snapping to your face. He unbuckles his belt, nudging his head toward the bed, “lie down, on your back”

Once he’s naked he makes his way over to you, leaning down to give you a soft kiss before straddling your chest. He doesn’t need to tell you what to do, he’s had you like this before. His cock rests between your breasts as you press them together, looking up at him as you stick your tongue out for him. He swears under his breath as his tip touches your tongue, rocking his hips slowly back and forth. He gathers the spit in his mouth, letting it fall from his lips and onto his length. Before he can spread it around with his hand, some of it drips onto your chest, leaving your skin wet and slippery as he starts to fuck your tits again. His hand grips onto your hair, holding your head up so you can take more of his tip into your mouth.

You’re pressing your thighs together, hips swirling, your pussy begging for attention. He notices your restlessness, pulling his hips back, letting go of your hair to cup your cheek. Your lips chase after his cock as it slips out, eager to please, but he places his thumb inside your mouth instead. You close your lips around it as he smiles down at you. He swears under his breath, in awe of you – “such a good girl”. You smile, your heartbeat picking up from his praise.

“Need me to fuck you, baby?”

You nod eagerly, humming before you swirl your tongue around his thumb.

“Yeah, you want my cock don’t you?” he murmurs as he removes his thumb from your mouth, pushing off on his hands to kneel next to you. “How do you want it, ma chérie?”

You turn to your side with your back to him, wiggling your butt toward him as you look over your shoulder, “like this”

He swiftly removes your panties before he lays down behind you, his hand running down your side before he pushes your knee up to spread your legs for him. He kisses your neck as he grabs a hold of his cock, sliding his tip through your folds, coating his tip with your juices before he pushes into you slowly. You feel his breath on your neck as he fills you up, swearing under his breath when he stills to let you both adjust for a moment.

“Tito” you turn your head, silently pleading for him to move.

His hand comes up to cup your breast as he nods, thrusting into you. You sink into the bed as he rests his arm under your head. You grip the sheets with one hand, the other coming up to cover the one he’s gripping your boob with. He can easily nudge his nose against yours now, your breaths mixing together as he sets a hard pace.

The sounds of his hips meeting yours fills the room. You bring a hand down to play with your clit and he buries his face in your neck, his moans muffled as you clench around him. His fingers brush across your nipple, swearing under his breath at how responsive you are to his touch – so sensitive from the attention he’s been giving your breast all evening.

“Wanna see you” he mutters.

He pulls out, moving you onto your back fully before he gets between your legs. He can’t help himself as he sees your pussy spread out for him, lowering his body down to get a taste of you. “Laisse moi te goûter” he looks up at you as he kisses your inner thigh. “Yes,” you say breathlessly, your legs parting even further.

His tongue is soft against you, giving you nothing but small teasing licks that leave you whining for more. You thread your fingers through his hair, making him smirk against you. Relief washes through your body as he finally sucks your clit into his mouth. The sounds of his tongue against you send shivers down your spine making you arch your back. He can tell your high is slowly building again, humming against you as he takes one last taste of you. He uses his fingers to spread your lips, looking up at you as he spits. You buck your hips up as his fingers run through your folds before he spits again.

He moves to lean over you again, grabbing the base of his cock, sliding into you easily. He grabs your thighs, holding you in place as he thrusts into you. You lay your arms over your head, biting your lip as you run your eyes across his body. His skin glowing from the sweat, a slight blush on his chest, his swollen lips parted as he looks at you. He can’t take his eyes off your tits as they bounce each time he thrusts into you,

“Fuck, your-” his mind blanks as your pussy squeezes him. With a grunt, he picks up his pace, “your tits look incredible”

You suck in a deep breath, pushing your breasts further out for him. His hand comes up to palm one of them before leaning in to wrap his lips around your nipple again making it wet before he leans back and flicks his thumb across it.

He grinds against you, his tip right against your sweet spot making you moan out – “baby, keep doing that”

You feel your high building in your stomach as you wrap your legs around him, he leans down swallowing your moans with kisses. The change in his breathing tells you he’s getting close too. You thread your fingers through his hair to keep him close as the pleasure builds before you reach your peak. He starts fucking into you again, chasing his own high, spilling into you with a couple of harsh thrusts.

He hides his face in your neck as you both come down, your hands running up and down his back as you catch your breath.

His face lifts again, his fingers brushing a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiles down at you. He tries to pull his hips back slowly, but you tighten your legs around him, shaking your head – “stay” you mouth, not finding your voice. His body sinks into yours again making you relax your legs. You pull him in for a kiss, melting into it as his tongue licks against your bottom lip.

— — —

You gulp, knowing you'd accomplished just what you'd been trying to. "I'm bored of begging for you" you repeat, less sure of your words this time, trying your best to hide it. He sees right trough you, the mean smirk on his face makes you clench your thighs together.

"Let's put that theory to the test, yeah?"

"If you think I'm going to beg you for anything, you're wrong"

"baby, you already are" his finger travels up your leg slowly, pushing your panties to the side, sliding through your soaked folds. "I know you, exactly what you need, and this little game you're playing is one way for you to beg me to give it to you"

You gasp as he flicks your clit, whimpering out when that's all the attention he gives it before he sucks his finger into his mouth. He gets down on his knees, lifting one leg onto his shoulder, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"What do you need?" he asks, the words caress your skin as he speaks them.

"Thought you already knew" you push, almost regretting it when he tuts.

"Oh I know, but you know how this works," he kisses your skin again, closer to where you need him this time. You can feel his breath on your core as he looks up at you. "Be a good girl for me, yeah?"

You're throbbing for him, clenching around nothing, he wets his lips with his tongue and you can't help but plead - "please"

"Please what?" he arches a brow

"Please fuck me like I deserve to be fucked"

He stands up at that, undoing the button on his jeans with one hand, the zipper next. His other hand grips your hair, "the way you deserve, huh?". You do your best to nod despite the grip he has on you. He hooks your leg around his waist and he sinks into without warning making you yelp. He snaps his hips into you again and again, pulling your head backward by your hair to nip at your neck.

Your hand tries to force it's way between your legs, your clit needy for attention. Anthony is quick to react, pinning your hand to the wall. "No, you don't deserve to cum yet" he uses your words against you.

"Please," it's a little embarrasing, really, how desperate you sound. He spanks your clit, making you jolt against him.

"You can do better than that"

His pace is relentless, the noise of his skin snapping against your fills the room. It's getting you right on the edge, but he knows you need more. He knows you need him to give your clit some attention. He also knows you'll have a hard time finding your words right now. He slaps the skin where your ass meets your thigh, hoping the sting will clear your head. He sees it in your eyes when you meet his gaze but he gives you a couple more slaps for good mesure.

"Please make me cum"

"Do you deserve to cum, baby?"

You nod desperately, "yes, please, I'm so sorry, I love it when you make me beg"

"Good girl" he murmurs, his thumb finally coming down to play with your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head in no time, as you flutter around him. Your body shakes against him as your orgasm runs through your body. His lips find yours as his pace stutters, leaving a deep moan against you as he spills into you. His forehead leans against yours as you both catch your breaths.

"Stop being such a brat" he laughs.

Anthony:

I know it's a cliché but the occational french word would slip out.

I feel like his moans would be deep aswell, maybe a little on the quieter side.

Some moans are so quiet you wouldn't hear them unless yoou knew him, they just slip out between his parted lips

He gets louder when he's rough with you though, just letting go a bit more.

Mat:

I think Mat's moans would be a little higher in pitch

You can hear his emotions in his voice, so whether he's rough, soft or dominant, it changes.

(also when he's rough and dominant, he'd soften his voice here and there to check up on you fslajh I could just melt)

You know when you can hear desperation in someone's voice? yeah that; when he's close to cumming, his voice just changes and it'd be such a turn on..

He missed you.

All of you.

After not seeing you for over two weeks because your schedule didn't line up, and because he happened to have two road trips close together. He missed you.

The snap you sent him wearing his jersey, congratulating him on his game didn't help much either. That was a while ago and considering you hadn't replied to his last snap, you were asleep.

So as his hard dick pressed against his underwear, he took matters into his own hands - literally.

Images of you on your knees in front of him flooded his mind, trying to forget the fact that his own hand didn't even come close to the way you could make him feel. He teased himself the way you would, spreading his precum on his tip- god, he missed your tongue.

He spits into his hand, trying to mimic the slick feeling of your mouth around him as he palmed himself, starting with a slow pace, just like you would. He pictured your eyes looking up at him, the small smile you had on your face whenever he moaned - he picks up his pace, his hips moving desperately against his own palm. Just like when you're riding him and he can't help but meet you when you sink down on him.

You could tell he still had some pent up energy in him when the two of you came home. And you know if you don't say anything he'll just keep in in, not wanting to bother you.

"Take it out on me" you whisper against his lip after a heated kiss. "Use me, let it all out" you beg.

He needs to hear you say it one more time before throws you onto the bed, tearing your clothes off.

He straddles one of your thighs, one hand holding your other thigh in place as he pushes his cock inside of you.

He slaps your ass, grabs your skin, pins you down, pinches your nipples, has you sobbing from how sensitive you are after cumming again and again.

Your skin feels raw by the end of it, tingling with warmth, a slight sting on your ass from where his hand has landed. Hes kissing you softly when you're done, caressing you, a complete switch around.

Let's say he's spent the last few minutes between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit, swallowing your cum, so they're swollen and glistening. Your body's buzzing as he makes his way up, leaving a trail of kisses up your body.

"Please" you manage to mutter out.

"Please what?" he teases, he knows what you want even though you don't even know it yet. Your mind can think of a hundred things to bed for and you don't know where to start until his hand tickles your skin as it makes its way to your throat, hands gentle at first as they rest there.

"Please choke me, daddy" he grips harder, just enough, knowing the perfect amount of pressure to make wetness pool between your legs. His free hand comes between your legs to feel it, spreading your arousal on your lips, fingers dipping into you, just teasing the entrance before they press down on your clit to draw circles.