Page 223 of Off the Pitch

Félix put his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. I sighed as the tension drained out of my body. Félix always seemed to know where to touch me, depending on what he wanted. He knew how to make me boneless with pleasure, or horny and desperate, or relaxed and carefree with a simple touch of his lips or caress of his fingers. It was like he could read my body like an open book.

“Okay, I think? I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel real.” I sighed, leaning my head back on his shoulder. Another little sigh escaped my lips as Félix kissed down my neck. He’d been at my house every night that week, and I loved having him there. Neither of us had mentioned it; it had just happened. I didn’t know what his reasons were for not bringing it up, but I knew what mine were: I didn’t want to scare him away. Things were so perfect between us at the moment, and I didn’t want anything to change. And if that meant not putting a label on what we were doing, then that was fine with me. As long as Félix was here, I wasn’t going to complain.

I moaned as he nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck, his hands sliding down my abs to tease at the waistband of my joggers.

“I think we should celebrate,” he whispered. He ran one hand over the front of my joggers, caressing my rapidly hardening dick. “I think you deserve it.”

“That sounds fun,” I said. I had to maintain some semblance of playing it cool. “Do I get something special? Y’know, ’cos I did make the World Cup squad.”

“Mm, I’m sure I can think of something.” Félix teased my cock with his hand. “What do you want?” I thought for a second, trying to use up the last of my brainpower before it disengaged from rational thinking. I didn’t want slow or sweet or romantic. I needed him inside me now. An idea emerged from the fog of my brain, something Félix had suggested months ago. And it was exactly what I wanted right now.

“Bedroom. Now.” I stood up, grabbing Félix’s hand and pulling him upstairs. The curtains were closed, and the room was dimly lit by the last of the setting sun. I pushed Félix onto the bed before pushing my joggers over my hips and pulling my t-shirt off.

“In a hurry?” Félix asked, smirking at me as he relaxed, watching me with hungry eyes.

“Fuck yes. It’s time for you to make good on your promises.” Now that he’d suggestedcelebrating, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. And since he’d said I could have whatever I wanted, we were going to do things my way. “Strip. Unless you want me to get cum on your shirt.”

“Promises?” he asked, as he began unbuttoning the pale-blue shirt he was wearing. My cock throbbed as more and more of his skin was revealed. I loved his chest. Something about the toned muscles and deep bronze skin and dark hair made me melt into a puddle.

“Remember how months ago you mentioned tying me up and fucking me hard while you spanked my ass?”

Félix’s eyes darkened, his smile curling into a dangerous one that promised so much. “I remember.”

“Good. Well, we’re doing that.” I threw my boxers off, standing naked in front of him and watching his expression rake over me.

“Aren’t I supposed to be in charge of that situation?” he asked, voice deep and smooth. It sent little shivers across my spine.

“Only if I let you,” I said. “Now get naked.”

“Such a bossy boy.” Félix chuckled, but he popped the button on his jeans, quickly pushing them over his thighs.

“Did you go commando?” I asked, holding back a groan as Félix’s thick cock sprang free from the confines of his jeans. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it lazily as I stared.

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, dropping to my knees in front of him and batting his hand away. Félix groaned as I caressed his cock with my fingers, wrapping my lips around the head and teasing the slit with my tongue. I loved the weight of his cock on my tongue and the deep, musky smell that was just him. I hummed as I took him into my mouth, easing him into my throat. Usually, I loved teasing him with slow blowjobs that made him curse and beg and promise to do filthy things to me, but tonight I didn’t want that. I wanted him wet and sloppy and desperate to use me.

“Fuck. Your mouth,” Félix said, his voice rumbling through me and sending shivers across my skin as I began to suck him. It wasn’t hard to pick up a fast rhythm, using my hand to tease his balls as I worked his cock, occasionally pausing to slide it deep into my throat and swallowing around him. Félix gasped and moaned, his hands gripping at my head, stroking through the tiny curls. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned out. “I’m getting close.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, leaving his dick wet and aching, a string of saliva pulling from my lips. Félix groaned, pulling me up and onto his lap, his lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. I moaned into his mouth, grinding my ass onto his dick. I was so fucking desperate for him already. We fucked every night, and I still couldn’t get enough of this man. He was already so entwined in the fabric of my life that I couldn’t picture it without him.

“Need you,” I gasped out, breaking our kiss to moan against him as his arms wrapped around me, tracing down my spine to squeeze my ass. “Fucking need you, Félix.”

“You know what I want then,” he said, spanking one of my cheeks lightly. “Face down, ass up so I can see that pretty hole.”

I groaned, practically throwing myself off his lap to crawl farther up the bed, arching my spine and pressing my shoulders to the soft sheets. Félix exhaled sharply, a little growl escaping from his throat as I pushed my ass out. The mattress moved as he stood, and I heard him rummaging around. I took a sneaky look over my shoulder, admiring the curve of his ass as he bent over his suitcase. I made a mental note to clear out more drawer and wardrobe space for him. It was stupid for all his clean clothes not to have somewhere to go.

Félix stood, holding something red and silky in his hands. He moved around the bed until he was next to my head, holding them out for me to see.

“These are just soft, quick release cuffs. They’ll come off easily if you want them too, and they’re not too tight. They won’t really restrain you, they’ll just give you the impression of being restrained. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“If you want me to take them off at any point, just ask me to stop. And if anything hurts at any point, you’re going to tell me. I am not explaining to my brother how you got injured.”

I snorted. “Yeah, let’s not do that.”

Félix placed the restraints on the bed next to me. I moved my hand so I could run my fingers across the silk. “I’m not going to put them on yet either,” Félix continued. “I don’t want to hurt your shoulders.”

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