Page 178 of Off the Pitch

“Get on the bed,” Félix said, voice dark and hungry. “Face down, ass up.”

I turned, sauntering towards the giant four-poster bed in front of me. I crawled onto it, giving him a perfect view as I spread my knees, arching my back to push my ass into the air and lowering my shoulders onto the bed. I knew I had a great ass—the result of playing professional football, a ton of squats, and some really good genes.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful ass,” Felix said, warm fingers sliding across my cheek and grasping it firmly. Then he stepped away, and I heard the click of a bottle of lube. A shiver of delicious anticipation ran across my skin.

I groaned as a cool, wet finger pressed against my entrance. “Don’t fucking tease,” I said. “Just put it in.”

“Patience,” he said, his other hand grabbing my cheek firmly. I wanted to complain. I didn’t fucking want to be patient. I wanted to get fucked. I’d always been the bossy, demanding sort, but somehow I didn’t think that would get me very far with Félix. I still wanted to try though.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as he pressed his finger inside me. It barely felt like he’d given me time to breathe before he was fucking it in and out of me. “Shit,” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Fuuuck.”

“Does that feel good?” he asked, a dark chuckle sliding from his lips. “Do you want more?”

“Y-yeah, more,” I whined, pressing back on him as he pushed a second finger inside me, brushing them over my prostate. “Give me more.” I rocked my ass back, riding his fingers, stretching myself on them as pleasure fizzed through me. I was rock hard and leaking onto the sheets. “Fuck yes. More, Félix, please. Give me your dick.”

“Patience,” he said again, reaching between my legs to jack my cock. I groaned, the dual sensations driving me wild. I fucked down into his grip and then up onto his fingers, my body chasing pleasure.

By the time he pushed a third finger into me, I could barely remember my own name.

“Oh fuck, yes. Need it,” I moaned, burying my face in the sheets. “Give me your fucking dick.”

“So bossy.” Félix chuckled, sliding his fingers out of me gently, leaving me empty and aching. I couldn’t help tilting my hips back, chasing his touch. I was so fucking desperate for him.

I twisted my head, looking over my shoulder to watch him as he grabbed a box of condoms from the bedside table, took one out and unwrapped it, and rolled it down over his thick cock. He grabbed the lube off the bed, drizzling some onto his fingers before lazily pumping his dick. A groan slipped from my lips as I watched him.

“Are you actually gonna fuck me?” I said, attempting to shoot him my best unimpressed look. “Or do I just get to look at your dick?”

“Such a bossy bottom.” Felix chuckled again, desire sparkling in his eyes, a dirty smile on his lips. He was probably the hottest man I’d ever fucked, and something in my chest lurched when he looked at me. It was like I couldn’t breathe.

“It’s the only way I get what I want,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.” Félix climbed onto the bed, pulling my hips up, his hand a warm, steadying presence on the bottom of my back. My cock twitched, and I moaned into the mattress as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole, pushing inside and stretching me impossibly wide.

He ran his fingers across my spine, almost soothingly, as he bottomed out, giving me a moment to adjust. Which I really fucking needed. Holy shit, this guy was something else.

“Are you ready?” he asked, grinding his hips forward until I really was taking every inch of him. I’d never felt so full.

“Fuck yes,” I said. “Give it to me. Fuck me, Félix.”

He pulled back and thrust in hard, ramping up the pace until he was pounding me hard and fast. All I could do was grip the sheets as moans and whimpers poured from my mouth. Félix gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he took me. It was absolutely fucking perfect.

“Oh shit. Shit. Fuck yes! Just there,” I said, finally finding my voice again. “Right fucking there.”

“Here?” Félix asked teasingly, slowing his thrusts and grinding his cock into me, tagging my prostate with every movement.

“Yeah. Fuck, right there. Harder. Fuck, I need it harder.”

“Do you always make demands like this?” he asked, a note of amusement in his voice.

“Depends,” I said, struggling for words. “Depends if I’m getting what I want.”

Félix lightened his grip on my hips. “Show me what you want then. Fuck me. Use my dick.”

I smirked into the mattress. That I could do.

I got my hands under my shoulders, pushing myself up and back, working his cock. He felt so good inside me, and as I adjusted my hips, I found the perfect angle to hit my prostate. I gasped as I fucked myself back on him, hitting my sweet spot with every move.

“Fuck,” Félix gasped. “That’s it. Work my fucking dick.”

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