Page 135 of Off the Pitch

I toed off my socks and reached for my belt, unbuckling it slowly before popping the buttons on my jeans, sliding them over my thighs and letting them pool on the floor. My cock was already thickening in my boxers, the thin material clinging to my body. My fingers reached for the waistband as I looked at Kit.

“You can… you can leave them on for now, if you want.” There was a slightly nervous edge to his voice, but he still beckoned me toward him, and I settled onto the bed beside him.

I was probably just as nervous as he was, given that I hadn’t been this naked around a guy I was attracted to in a very long time. And mostly then it had just been quick, hard fucks in nightclub bathrooms. Not anything nearly this intimate. I’d mentioned it to Kit earlier, while we’d been out exploring, and afterwards he’d quietly told me about his past experiences and his summer with Will. Kit had confessed to being apprehensive, mostly because it had been so long, but then he’d given me a devious smile and said he was looking forward to exploring me. I hadn’t been able to do anything except stop and stare as he skipped off down the path ahead of me. I’d wanted to melt then and there.

“You’re gorgeous,” Kit said as he slid up next to me to whisper in my ear. His skin was hot against mine, his fingers burning as they trailed up my chest. “I’ve never seen anyone so handsome.”

“Have you looked at yourself,mon chéri?” I said, my words coming out far shakier than I’d intended as Kit began kissing down my neck, sucking that spot at the base of it that made me weak.

Kit chuckled darkly, his fingers exploring my chest. There was no hesitation in his touch, and a small moan escaped my lips as his fingers traced over my nipple, rolling the nub between his fingers and pinching slightly.

“I’m nowhere near as handsome as you,” he whispered. He leant up and over me, looking down at me, a fire burning in his eyes. “You’re incredible.” He captured my lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I loved the way Kit took what he wanted, that he had no shame in his desire. I melted beneath him, my fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer. Want flooded me as his body pressed against mine.

I rolled my hips up, desperate for some pressure on my cock. I wanted so many things I wasn’t even sure where to start. Kit pulled at my lip, drawing another moan from my throat.

“I love it when you moan,” Kit said softly. “It’s such a beautiful sound. I want to hear you make it all the time. I want to see what else I can do to make you make those noises.”

He slid a hand down my chest, teasing my nipple again as he kissed me, slower and deeper this time. I knew I whined when he pulled away because Kit chuckled as he started working his way across my jaw and down my neck, exploring every inch with his tongue. He kissed down my sternum, shifting his body down mine before tracing his mouth across to my other nipple and licking around it.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Y-yes. I really do.”

“Good.”

“Fuck,” I gasped as Kit sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue across the bud while his fingers continued to tease the other. I hadn’t realised how sensitive my nipples were until now, but the heat dancing across my skin said I’d been missing out on something incredible.

A moment later, Kit drew his mouth away, shooting me a smile before he began kissing across my chest again, placing teasing kisses around my other nipple.

“Please,” I said. “Don’t tease.”

“But you sound so beautiful.”

“That’s just mean,” I said. Or at least, tried to say. Because then my nipple was engulfed in wet heat and Kit was teasing it with his teeth and words failed me.

All I could do was moan as Kit continued to tease me, going back and forth between my nipples, teasing them with his teeth, tongue, lips, and fingers. My cock throbbed, leaking precum into my boxers as I whined, pleasure radiating throughout my body.

Kit shifted his body again, his hard cock brushing against mine. I rolled my hips against him, moaning in relief as he ground down against me. I loved the way he felt, and fuck, I wanted to touch him and taste him. I wanted him inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasped out as he nipped at my skin and ground down hard against me.

“Is that good?” His voice was almost teasing, his hips rolling slowly against mine. Bastard. He knew what he was doing to me and he was reveling in it. I wanted more. I needed more. He could have whatever he wanted from me, and I’d give it to him.

“You know it is,” I said, and he laughed.

“Well, you never know,” he teased. “I’ve been told communication in these situations is important, and I want to make you feel good.”

“You’re… you’re definitely doing that.”

“Perfect,” he said before drawing me into a deep kiss. “What if I wanted more?”

“You can have whatever you want,” I said. “I mean it. Please, just, don’t stop. I need you.”

“You really do spoil me.” He sat back on his heels between my thighs, trailing his fingers down my body, drinking in the sight with hungry eyes. His hands caressed my thighs, squeezing the muscle. “I do love your legs, you know. You have amazing thighs.”

“Thanks,” I said. “They’ll get better when I start training more.”

“They’re already perfect.” Kit smiled, running his hands down my legs and then back up to my boxers, toying with the edge of them. There was a slight flush to his cheeks as he ran his fingers across the material. My cock throbbed because, fuck, I wanted him to touch me.

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