Tennis Match: She Wins, He Bites

Author's Note: I started this for the Sex & Sports Story Challenge but didn't finish it in time! I hope you like it anyway :)

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"Again! You always beat me!" He threw his hands up, a frustrated smile splashed across his face.

"I'm fucking good! You haven't realized that by now?" I teased.

"Yeah, but I'm fucking good, too."

I got to the net at the same time he did, and we tapped racquets, a silly habit we'd developed over the few months of playing together. Then, we walked to the benches under the overhang at the far side of the courts.

"So that's our last match," he said, slowly. "I leave tomorrow morning."

I walked in front of him to get to my bag, and when I turned around to face him, he had a surprised look on his face.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

He ran his hand through his hair, sucking air in through his teeth. "Did you..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, what? You're looking at me weird, did I what? Do you think I cheated on the line call?"

He opened his eyes wide. "Fuck, did you? Why is that what you thought I meant??"

"No!" I squinted my eyes, looking at him suspiciously. "Are you gonna miss me? Is that why you're making that face?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss getting my ass kicked twice a week. I've never played somebody who could run me around like you do."

"I'm tall. Long wingspan. Balls can't get by me." I shifted my face down but kept my eyes on him, laughing.

I put my bag over my shoulder and we walked towards the path back to the club.

He moved beside me, brushing my hand with his and then moving away, like it was a mistake. "You wanna get something to eat?"

"Yeah, sure." My breath caught, but I hid it. "Let me get changed."

"Deal. I'm picking the place, though. Since it's my last night."

"Okay, but I only have a tracksuit, so we can't go anywhere fancy. I don't want to put my work clothes back on."

"Wanna just eat here?"

"Works for me. Give me like 20 minutes and I'll meet you at the restaurant?"

I turned into the women's locker room and he kept walking. I got my shower stuff out of my locker and showered fast. I was excited. He'd run me around, too.

I got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and checked my phone. I had a text from him.

"I can't stop thinking about something."

"What?" I typed.

He started typing immediately. "Did you hook up with somebody last night?"

I craned my neck back, away from the phone, surprised but intrigued. "Why???"

"You've got a bite or a hickey or something on your shoulder. I saw it."

I immediately turned, looking in the wall to wall mirrors in the dressing area. There it was, red and purple, right where my shoulder met my neck. Fuck.

I turned back to my phone and hovered my thumbs above the screen. "I didn't know it left a mark." Send. Then... "Wait. Why are you asking now?"

"Meet me back on the court, at the benches."

My heart started pounding. We'd been the last ones on the court, and I knew they were closed for the night. "Fuck. Okay."

I pulled on my clean clothes and grabbed all my stuff, taking the other exit from the locker room, the one that went directly onto the courts. I tried to slow my breathing, slow my heartbeat, hide my smile. I got to the benches fast. The same ones where we stored our stuff during every match we'd played. The ones under the overhang that was wide enough to create shadows where the court lights didn't reach.

I saw him coming up the path. He was in the same clothes he'd played in, meaning he'd been sitting by the phone while I was showering. He started talking as soon as he saw me walk out from the shadow.

"I'm a fucking idiot, I should have come onto you before. You kept beating me, I didn't want you to think I was trying to distract you."

"Oh, so you don't wear those slutty shorts to distract me?"

He smiled. "You noticed?"

I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his hips, loose and low. He pressed his arms into me and pulled me close. I tilted my head into his neck, smelling him. "You didn't shower."

He started to pull away but I held onto him. "Sorry, fuck. I texted you and then..."

"Mmm, no, I like it." I took another breath in, taking in his musky smell. "You didn't want to walk around in a towel with a huge boner?"

"Who says..."


"Me. And my fucking shoulder hickey. Or neck hickey. Whichever."

Our faces were hovering close. I smiled and looked up at him, and he breathed out hard. Bending down, he pressed his palm onto the side of my face, tilting my head up to the angle that felt best for a kiss.

It was fast, and it was intense. I was clinging to him before I realized it, pressing my hands and arms into him, wrapping around him with my leg.

I ground my body into his, pulling from behind him with my curved leg. I felt his hard cock pressing into the soft skin of my stomach, and I pulled my jacket to the side so the zipper wouldn't hurt him. I felt his hands, his fingers, gripping my ass, pulling my whole body into his.

Breaking away, I leaned in and whispered to him. "Do you like touching me through my clothes?" I watched his face and saw his eyes were on my mouth, his lips heavy and glistening. Without looking at me he nodded.

I remembered his face every time he lost and I won. I remembered how fun it was to tease him. I pulled back further, unwinding my leg from around him. Smiling, I asked, "Is that all you wanna do? Is that why you dragged me out here where we could get caught?"

I smiled and turned to walk away, but I felt his hand around my upper arm. I looked back at him as he pulled me, a mischievous grin on his face.

I settled against him, and he leaned in. Watching my face again, he asked, "What do you like?"

I bit my lip and smiled, answering matter-of-fact. "I like to cum in missionary, otherwise I'm down for pretty much anything."

The shock took over his face. "Like what?"

"I mean, anything really. But specifically? Call me names, pinch me, choke me, pull my hair, spit in my mouth, pound me into the bed, make me beg you to let me cum. Standard stuff, right?"

"Holy shit."

I leaned in and whispered. "Or, just fuck me how you want and make me cum. I've wanted this since the first time I saw you."

Holding eye contact, he pressed his hand down, into my pants. "Fuck, you're not wearing underwear!"

"I showered! I was hot. Check this out." Then, pressing back from him, I unzipped my track suit jacket part way, shaking my bare tits at him, laughing.

"Fuck." He reached out and grabbed me inside the jacket, his palms on my ribcage, moving towards my front and palming my nipples. "You're so fucking hot."

"Am I? Tell me how. Tell me what about me is hot."

"Your fucking perfume drove me crazy. I smelled it when we'd do changeovers. And your fucking legs. I'd stand there waiting for you to serve and just imagine your thighs pressing into the sides of my face."

"Fuck. Why the fuck are you just telling me this now?"

"I don't know."

I grabbed at his shirt. "Take this off."

He did and then started to unzip my jacket, pushing it as he did. "I wanna see it again."

"What?"

"The bite."

I breathed out, hard. "Fuck. Okay." I shifted out of the jacket and he turned me around. He moved me into the light and I pressed into the wall, angling my back so he could see.

It was so quiet that I could hear his breath over the crickets, and I felt his heart beat as he leant over me. He ran his hand over my shoulder, stopping and circling around the mark. Tender at first, then pressing, making me wince.

"Is it really a bite mark? Or does it just look like a hickey?"

"Both. I guess mostly a hickey, but you can see teeth marks." He hooked his palm over my shoulder, moving it back and forth. "How was he? I mean how was he facing? I wanna see how he did it."

"Who said it was a he?" Holding my hair to the side, I looked back up at him and grinned.

He let out a heavy, guttural breath. "Oh, fuck you. Fuck you, you fucking tease." He ran his hand up and around my neck, pulling my head back so I could look him in the eye. "Show me how they did it to you."

I smiled and curled my fingers under his, pulling his hand off my neck. "Sit down. So I can get in your lap."

He sat on one of the deep benches, then looked up at me. His hands were flat on the seat, palming the smooth wood back and forth. I stood in front of him, then sank down into his lap in a straddle. I spread my legs wide and sank down even more, holding the side of his face with my hand. I shifted my body towards his, ran my palm from his face to the back of his head, and leaned in, whispering. "Like this."

He grabbed me and pulled our bodies even closer, and kissed and nipped along my shoulder, up towards my neck. I reached around and gathered my hair, moving it out of the way for him. I felt him press away and looked over, just as he shifted us more towards the light so he could see my skin. He pressed his thumb along the purple mark, slowly increasing the pressure until I pulled away.

"I wanna bite it," he breathed.

"You wanna hurt me?" I purred.

"Can I?"

My mouth hanging open, I nodded yes.

He started slowly, licking and kissing around it. He broke away long enough to gaze up at me, pulling me into a deep, quick kiss, then went back to my shoulder where it met my neck. Without moving his head, he muttered, "I'm gonna do it, okay?"

I nodded again. "Yeah. Yes. Do it."

He sealed his lips around the tender skin and I felt them pulsing at it, moving with his tongue. Then, the soft parts of him retreated and I felt the hardness, the density, of his teeth. He hesitated, grazing them across it by moving his head back and forth. Then, pulling my hair to the side with one hand, he bit down.

I breathed out, hard, knowing it wouldn't last. A yelp escaped my lips and I felt him ease up. He kissed the spot he'd just bitten, softly and tenderly. Then, his hand on the back of my head, holding my face close to his, his voice got deeper. "I want one of my own."

He pushed my shoulders back and pressed up, and I stood in front of him, between his legs. Sliding his hands between my waistband and my skin, he pushed my pants down, fast and rough. "Get on your back."

I did, and he quickly positioned himself between my open legs. Pushing under my knees, he settled in and kissed my inner thigh. Then, I felt the kiss getting harsher, the pulsing turning into sucking, the skin getting prickly. He stayed in one spot long enough that I started to squirm. It was uncomfortable enough that I knew it would leave a mark.

He pulled back and looked at what he'd done to me. "Who's gonna see that one?" He met my gaze as a smirk spread across his face. "Should we all make a chain? All the guys who are lucky enough to fuck you before the first one fades?"

My breath caught, and I tried to hide it with a short, quick laugh. "I still never said it was a guy."

"Did you like it? Do you like it? Being marked like that?"

Hearing him say it took my breath away. All I could do was nod yes.

"Tell me how they fucked you."

"Why?"

"I like to hear it."

"That feels like... would you want me going around telling everyone how you fuck?"

He let out a sharp exhale. "Yes. Actually, fuck. I do want you to tell them what it's like to fuck me. What I'm like when I fuck you."

"Yeah? So you wanna know right now? You want me to answer your question about the person who bit me first?"

"Fuck. Yes. Tell me."

"Okay. He was bigger than you, he fucked me better than you, and he made me cum harder than you." I laughed and clung onto him so he couldn't pull too far away.

He laughed and pressed back. "How the fuck would you know all that?"

"Oh, are you the best fuck I'm ever gonna have? Is your cock gonna split me in half? Am I gonna cum harder than I've ever cum before? Right here on this dirty, sweaty bench?"

"Is that what you're gonna tell people?"

"Wait. Are you trying to fuck me like this because I kept beating you every match? And now you want me to compare you... You wanna win at something with me?" I smiled at him and faked sincerity. "Are you gonna try so hard?"

"If you shut the fuck up and let me I will."

"Well if it's that good, I'm gonna be loud, and then I'm gonna get kicked out of the club, and then what am I gonna do?"

"Find somewhere with better players."

"Mmm, maybe I like the bad players. Maybe I like to get them all worked up until they have to fuck it out."

"I think you wanna get caught. Maybe you wanna get kicked out."

"Why?"

"Because we've been out here for like half an hour and I haven't even touched your pussy. You haven't touched my cock. I still have my fucking pants on. You're dragging this out because you like the risk."

"Maybe. I'm fucking starving, so let's get on with it." I stood up and pulled him up by the hand. My eyes on his, I slid down his shorts. I looked down at his hard cock, pointing up at me, and wrapped my hand around it. I slid it up and down, slowly, looking up at him. He pushed me, gently, firmly, and quickly, until my bare back was pressed against the shadowed wall.

His hand palmed between my legs, rubbing back and forth as he leaned over me, holding me in a deep, rolling kiss. I wrapped my leg around him again and gripped my hands on his hips. As I spread my legs, opening myself to him, I heard my pussy spreading apart, so wet that I could hear it blossoming.

"Fuck. I can hear how wet you are."

"I know. You were right before, I'm a fucking tease."

"Were you serious? About wanting to cum in missionary?"

I nodded. "I mean, it doesn't have to..."

"I think this is as close as we're gonna get out here."

I laughed. "So considerate. I'll figure it out."

"Show me what feels good."

I breathed in a sharp breath. "On myself?"

"Yeah. I waited too fucking long to do this, I wanna see what you like. I wanna do what you like. I wanna feel you cum."

My chest heaved. "Okay. Yeah, okay." I pushed on his lower stomach, lightly pushing his hips away from mine, and looked up at him. His eyes were following my hands. "Like this."

I bent my leg and pushed it out, and he grabbed my thigh, holding me open to him. The court lights flooded the space between us. I slid my hand between my legs, leading with my middle and ring fingers. Sliding my clit between them, I pulled up over and over, my head dropping back, my mouth dropping open. Pushing our legs together, he ran his hand over mine, matching his fingers to mine. Memorizing the speed, the pressure, the motion.

"Let me do it," he whispered.

I dropped my hand down between us, resting where our legs were pressed together. As he started touching me, I rocked my hips back and forth, then gently wrapped my hand around his cock. I pressed my palm gently against the top of it, against the head. Looking up at him again, I dragged my hand away, watching him watch as I slid two fingers inside myself with a gasp. I fucked them in deep, and out, getting them wet, then pulled them all the way out and worked them around his cock. I wrapped my hand around it again and started pumping up and down, when I felt him slide a finger inside me. He pressed it towards himself and I leaned back, my head falling back again, my hips rocking into him. I looked down and realized I wasn't moving my hand, but it was moving as he fucked into it, as he fucked my fist.

"Fuck." I looked up at him. "Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me like that."

"Oh, yeah? Does that look like it feels good?"

I nodded, biting my lip and looking down at his cock pushing up towards me. "Mmhmm... I want it."

I ran my hands up, over his chest, my fingers winding through the hair, and pressed my chest into his. He pulled his hands up from in between my legs, and as he propped himself up with one on the wall, I pressed my face towards his armpit, breathing in the thick, musky smell.

He laughed, softly. "Fuck, you're like a wild animal. Bites, smelling me, fuck..."

"I just want it. I want you." His scent, his weight pushing against me, his face looking down at me, it was reassuring. We were in the light, but something about the physicality of him made me not care.

I pushed my leg out again as he cocked his hips back, sticking out his ass and getting his cock in position. I reached down and guided him, letting go as I felt him sink inside me.

My back pounded into the wall with every thrust of his hips, hard and deep. I gripped his back, my arms pressing into his waist. Slowing his rhythm, he pressed my chin up to look at him. With a grin, he moved his hand down between my legs. I expected to feel his fingers, his thumb, on my clit again, but he pressed back until the light hit between us again and grinned as he pressed his thumb into the hickey he'd put on me.

Looking back up at me, still grinning, he started pounding into me again. It felt like his thumb was pushing through my skin, the dull ache radiating out across my thigh. I couldn't stop myself from whimpering from the pain. "Ahh..." I sucked air in between my teeth and pressed back. Not away from him, just more steady into the wall. As I got used to the feeling, my back relaxed, and my hips started rocking again. A guttural sound escaped my lips as I threw my head back.

"Fuck. Did you just grunt??"

I grabbed his shoulder, holding myself up. "Shut the fuck up."

"Did you? Tell me."

My voice was small but steady. "Yes."

"Fuck. I fucking love it. Do it in my ear, get closer."

I clung to his shoulder, pulling us closer together. "It's not very ladylike."

"Fuck. I heard your little grunts all season. Do it more. Do it now."

I smiled and bit my lip. "Do something that makes me grunt, then."

He gripped my ass, hard, with both hands, and pounded into me.

It worked.

"God, I fucking love this. That you're like this. I love getting to see you like this, a fucking sweaty mess, grunting and smelling me, fucking into me."

"It's your consolation prize," I laughed.

"Oh, fuck you," he laughed. "Fine, though. It's fucking fine. You get all those wins, and I get this," he growled. "Is this it? Is this what you're gonna tell people about fucking me?"

"I can tell you. I can tell you what I say. If you want. What I say about you to the next person I fuck."

He let out a sharp groan and drew in a quick breath, his thrusts getting faster and deeper.

"I can't take it, I can't take it." I tried to push his hand away, tried to pry his thumb off the deepening bruise. I felt the dull ache start to fade as he released his thumb from my skin and grabbed me around the waist.

His eyes surveyed me, my whole front, everything he could see. "Yeah, this is for me. You being like this is for me."

"What, grunting? Whining?" I leaned towards him and whispered. "Fucking drooling?" I stuck my tongue all the way out and he took my chin in his hand again, pressing my face up to his. He leaned in for a deep, wandering kiss as he found his rhythm again, this time rubbing his thumb on my clit.

"I can't wait, I can't wait. Fuck me, let me cum on your cock!" I hooked my palms around his shoulders, pulling myself close to him. Then, I looked up at him and grinned, breathing out a heavy breath. "Bite it again."

He choked out a guttural sound. "Fuck." With a gentle motion, he moved my hair off my shoulder, positioning his mouth over the original hickey, the one that started it all. He hesitated. "Can you cum like that? If it hurts?"

"Yes, yes, fuck yes, do it." I yelped, a sharp sound.

We bucked into each other, and I felt my body moving harder and faster than I usually would so he could focus on the bite. His lips and tongue pulsed on it again, then I felt the cold pain as his teeth sunk into my tender skin. I felt a searing heat from my shoulder and the spreading warmth from my pussy both working towards my core, meeting at the center of my chest as I pulled him in.

When I've waited for it, when I've wanted it, and it crests, it feels like something's trying to come out of my body. It feels like a part of me that's always inside comes alive, takes on a life of its own, takes over, possesses me. I can't control the clenches, they just bear down and then let go over and over and over.

I clung to the top of the nearest bench as he pounded it out of me. His thrusts were steady as the feeling softened and I relaxed into him.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted. He pushed my shoulder, hard, forcing almost my whole body into the light. He pulled out of me, his eyes fixed where our bodies had met between my legs. I pressed my leg out and to the side when I saw where he was focusing.

His fist was pumping into the mark he'd made on my inner thigh, the head of his cock pushing through and pressing against it, the pain pulsing in a steady rhythm. I held my leg up so I could see it.

His body relaxed and he leaned over me, covering me completely. I felt his cum dripping down my leg and reached down to stop it.

When he felt my hand move between my legs, he pressed back and looked down. "Fuck. Wait." He reached down, his hand beating mine to the trail his cum was forging. Pressing the side of his hand flat against my skin, he dragged it up, gathering all the cum onto his fingers.

I grabbed his hand and met his gaze, slowly opening my mouth into a wide smile.

"No fucking way," he breathed. "So fucking dirty." Before I could pull his hand, he pressed it, pushing his cum-covered fingers into my mouth. I sucked, licked and lapped, and it coated my mouth. I could feel him on every part of me.

I watched him as we both hastily pulled our clothes back on, noticing parts of his body I hadn't seen in the dark. I slung my bag over my shoulder and started in front of him again.

I turned back to face him, pulling my jacket off my shoulder. "What's it look like now?"

"Bigger, like it hurts more." He paused, running his thumb over it.

Then, the sprinklers came on. I was immediately soaked.

I looked over at him, both of us laughing. "Okay, the universe is telling me to shower again, clearly."

"Shouldn't we hurry though? The restaurant's gonna close..."

I stopped and grinned at him, rolling my eyes. "Stop fucking around, just come over. We can order something."

He tried to hide his smile. "Okay, but are we showering here or what?"

I grabbed his waist, pulling myself close to him, running my hand up his stomach under his shirt. "Absolutely fucking not." I grinned, looking up at him. "I wanna feel you on me for as long as I can."