Page 246 of Off the Pitch

“Come on old man,” he teased. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

“That won’t work,” I growled as I finished unbuttoning my shirt and moved on to my jeans, dropping them and my boxers to the floor. Jordan smirked.

“I think it already is. You can’t resist me.”

“That’s true,” I said, crowding against him. “You’re too fucking perfect to resist.” I pulled him against me, feeling the heat from his skin. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Our kiss was softer this time, but there was still heat there. “But I want you to fuck me like you don’t,” Jordan said, sliding his fingers down to wrap around my cock.

I groaned, slipping my fingers between his cheeks to tease his hole. “Yeah? You need me to fuck you hard? Need my cock inside you?”

“Yeah,” he gasped, tilting his hips back and chasing my touch. “Need it.”

“Get on the bed.” My voice was low and rough, and I leant in to kiss him again. The temptation to just throw him on the bed was ridiculously high. “Before I throw you on it.”

“Do it. Please.” I chuckled, grabbing him by the waist and lifting him up, throwing him gently backwards onto the mattress, trying to avoid damaging his leg. He was nearly healed, and I was not going to be responsible for injuring him again.

He lay splayed out in front of me, looking like a goddamn meal. Fuck, he was sexy. Heat curled in my stomach, want flooding every inch of me. I climbed onto the bed, gently pushing his legs farther apart, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. I leant over him, covering his body with mine and taking his lips in another kiss before working my way down his jaw and onto his chest. Jordan moaned as I teased his nipples with my tongue and nipped them gently.

“Fuck, please.” He bucked his hips up, his cock brushing against my stomach. I looked up at him and smirked, taking in his plush lips and desperate expression. It made me want to wreck him, to take him apart so thoroughly he wouldn’t know anything but me.

I moved my mouth lower, trailing kisses down his abs and running my tongue over his hips. My hands pushed his legs a little wider, spreading him out in front of me. I chuckled as Jordan whined, his fingers reaching for his cock.

“Hands on the bed, baby,” I said. “You’re mine.”

“Then suck my damn dick,” he groaned.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Please suck my damn dick, you asshole.”

“Try again,” I teased, running my finger lightly along his taint and up his cock, watching it weep precum.

“Please… please suck my cock,” Jordan said. It sounded like it was paining him to ask. One day, I was going to spread him out and edge him for hours. He’d beg so beautifully for me.

“Better,” I said, wrapping my lips around his cock and drawing a moan out of him before he could think of a smart-arsed comeback. I loved the taste of his precum on my tongue and the way he chased my mouth every time I pulled back to tease his slit.

“Fuck, more!” Jordan gasped as I finally pulled off, leaving his cock wet and glistening. “Please.”

I chuckled as I slid my mouth lower, licking over his taint before I began teasing the furled skin of his hole. Jordan groaned, his voice cracking as I rimmed him. I ran my finger over him as my tongue worked him open. I wanted to spend ages licking him open slowly, but I also wanted to be buried inside him. My hips thrust against the bed, dragging my cock across the sheets, and I moaned against Jordan’s body. My desperation won out.

“Lube,” I growled, voice rough. Jordan half rolled and reached for the lube that was on the edge of his bedside table from last night. I wondered if there would ever be a time when we weren’t desperate for each other, when we didn’t spend most nights wrapped in each other, in some form or another, until we were sweaty and sated.

The bottle was already half-empty, and I made a mental note to get a bigger one next time. The lube was cool on my fingers, and Jordan moaned as I pushed one finger into his slick hole.

“More… Fuck, more,” he said. “Don’t tease.”

I slid another one into him slowly, loving the pleased moans that slipped from his lips as I worked him open. Crooking them slightly, I rubbed my fingers over his prostate, smirking as Jordan threw his head back, trying to thrust onto me as he chased the sensation.

“I need you to fuck me,” he said, fixing me with a gaze that wasn’t as demanding as he intended. Instead, he looked desperate and needy. “Please.” I opened my mouth, but my words dissolved into a chuckle as a condom bounced off my chest.

“Now,” Jordan demanded. “Or so help me God, I’ll do it myself.”

“That reminds me, you still haven’t shown me your toys.”

“Oh, if I’m doing it myself, I’m gonna do it where you can’t see me. That’ll teach you for taking so long.”

I rolled my eyes as I unwrapped the condom and slid it on, leaning over him and lining myself up with his wet, waiting hole. “I can take longer,” I said against his lips, giving him a teasing kiss. I couldn’t though. I needed to feel his tight heat around me. Both of us groaned as I pushed inside him.

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