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“Please, don’t tease,” I said. “I want you.”

“Of course,” he said. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my rim, and I moaned as he pushed inside me achingly slowly. I lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper inside me, wanting so much more.

Kit stilled as he bottomed out, his balls brushing my ass. “You’re so perfect, my love,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me, nipping at my lips as he circled his hips and ground into me. “So perfect for me.”

“I love you.” I’d never felt as loved or as wanted as I did with Kit. Whenever he made love to me, it felt as if I was the centre of the universe, and he made my whole body sing with pleasure. Kit was the most generous and perfect lover I’d ever been with, and I couldn’t believe he was mine.

“I love you too.”

“Please,” I begged. I groaned as he ground into me again, his cock teasing my prostate. “Fuck me.”

“Anything for you.” Kit pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, forcing a low moan from me as he began to fuck me deep and hard. I clutched at the covers and threw my head back as he pounded into me. It was everything I’d wanted, everything I’d needed, and all I could do was hang on for the ride.

With every thrust, his dick tagged my prostate, sending pleasure rolling through me. My cock was trapped between us, the angle allowing for the perfect amount of friction, and within minutes I was already walking a knife-edge.

“Shit, oh shit. Kit. That’s… fuck!”

“Yeah, is that good for you, my love?”

“Yes! Please, don’t stop.”

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come,” Kit said, his words making me melt. I reached between us, grasping my dick and jacking it hard as he fucked me. My orgasm was right there, and I felt my balls tightening. Kit thrust deep inside me again, and I cried out as pleasure swept over me and hot cum splashed between us, covering our skin in my release. I felt my ass clenching and tightening around him as Kit chased his own release, and moments later, he groaned, burying his face in my neck as he emptied into the condom.

We lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, as the last vestiges of our orgasms floated away. Kit pressed a soft kiss to my lips, then lifted himself onto his forearms, grimacing. There was a definite squelching sound as he pulled out and flopped onto the bed beside me, his face wrinkled. “I got stuck to you.”

“Sorry.” I laughed, noting the mixture of water, sweat, and cum on my stomach. “We should’ve just fucked in the shower.”

“If you broke your leg again, I think the Greenwich fans would put a hit out on me.” He chuckled, snuggling into my side and pressing a kiss to my chest. “And I’d rather not die for sex.”

I laughed, pulling him closer to me. “I’d rather you didn’t die at all.”

“I mean—” Whatever Kit had been about to say was cut off by a loud rumbling from his stomach, and then mine. “Well, that was embarrassing,” he said with a snort. “Although, my stomach makes a point… I am rather hungry. Canapes are all well and good, but they aren’t exactly dinner, and we have just been rather energetic.”

“Chinese?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you even have to ask?”

An hour later, at nearly two in the morning, we were freshly showered and dressed in pyjamas, eating Chinese food together curled up on the spare room bed, watching old episodes ofMurder She Wrote. The sheets on our bed had been soaked, and neither of us could be bothered to change them, so we’d just relocated to the other room instead, eating our takeaway out of the cartons among a mountain of pillows.

Chapter Thirty-One

KitWe should go on an adventure this week!

HugoI’m always up for an adventure with you. Where to?

KitA proper adventure is not pre-planned! At least, it’s not planned by me unless you want to get lost

HugoI’ll plan something then and keep it a surprise

Hugo

An eerie silence descended on the training pitch as I stepped up in front of the goal, putting the ball at my feet.

In front of me, our goalkeeper, Paulo, clapped his hands and stared at me, body tensed and ready as he watched me. Behind me, I could feel the entire team’s eyes on my back. It was worse than taking penalties in front of a full stadium.

My fitness work had been stepping up every day, and I’d been joining the team for more and more drills. Christian and I had been working a lot on passing and shooting, generally getting the feel for working together again. It sounded arrogant, but while there were other players who could fill my slot or move up to give Christian the support he needed, they weren’t me. Christian had to get used to playing with me again, and I was just trying to get used to playing again.

My leg was virtually back to normal now, although I still did extra physio with Ellie as a precaution. I still hated leg balances, and I was still horribly inflexible, but I had to admit the exercises were helping.

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