Page 35 of Off the Pitch

We spent another hour riding various small fun fair rides, and I bought Christian both a toffee apple and candy floss for his carousel victory, which he munched on happily as we took shelter under the heated awning of one of the bars.

I had no idea where Lily and Kit had disappeared to. Neither of them had bothered to message us, and I wasn’t about to suggest finding them and ending my sneaky date with Christian.

“How’re you feeling?” I said casually, watching him sip the large hot chocolate he’d just acquired, the cream leaving a little moustache on his top lip that I wanted to lick up.

“I’m good,” Christian said. “Getting a bit cold and tired, though.”

“Do you wanna go home?”

Christian wrinkled up his nose, clearly weighing the two options of leaving right now or waiting to find the others. “I don’t know… Do you think we should leave? What about Lily and Kit?”

“Well,” I said, sipping my glass of mulled wine and loving the heat that seeped into my poor, frozen body. “If we leave now, they can always catch us up.” I dropped my voice and leaned towards him, making sure no one could hear us. “Plus, if we go now, then there’s always the possibility of uninterrupted goodnight kisses.”

Christian flushed and nearly dropped his hot chocolate, looking around to see if anyone was watching us. They weren’t.

“I like that option,” he said.

“Good,” I added, pulling out my phone to let the others know we were heading home.

DavidWe’re heading off. Too cold for us. We’ll meet at my house.

KitOk =)

LilySure, you’re too cold =P have fun xx

I snorted at Lily’s response. She wasn’t wrong, though. Although, she probably thought we’d be frantically fucking instead of just making out.

It took us twenty minutes to get out of the park and to the nearest tube stop, and I was eternally grateful that Christian had parked his car near my house. It meant Christian had to come back to mine to at least fetch his car, and for the whole evening I’d secretly been hoping I could get some more kisses out of it.

I loved kissing him so damn much, and even though I’d have liked to do more, I was never, ever going to push Christian into something he wasn’t comfortable with.

Although the train was busy, by the time we got to Pimlico, the traffic was light, and we could wander together down the softly lit streets, admiring the Christmas lights. We weren’t quite touching, but we also weren’t far apart.

The house was warm, and I was glad that I’d programmed the central heating to stay on for a couple of hours in the evening, even if it did mean my glasses fogged up as soon as I stepped a foot through the door.

I was just reaching up to remedy my temporary blindness when strong arms grabbed my waist and spun me around, pushing me up against the wall. Christian’s eager lips met mine, cold and sweet.

My tongue pushed into his mouth, lapping up the eager little moans that spilled from Christian’s throat. I slid my hands down his front, unbuttoning his coat in a desperate desire to run my fingers across his body. Then I realised I was still wearing gloves. Dammit!

Why the fuck couldn’t we have started dating in the summer? Then I wouldn’t have to deal with so many bloody layers!

We broke apart. The difficulty of removing coats and gloves was too much while pressed against a wall.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” I asked, helping Christian slide out of his coat. “I promise, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Christian paused and then nodded. “That would be great. I’ve not seen your room.”

“Eh, it’s nothing special,” I said, pulling him up the stairs while my brain frantically tried to remember if I’d at least put my dirty underwear in the laundry basket. My room was on the second floor, and it was nice enough. Nothing fancy, but it was fairly comfy and cosy.

I shut the door behind us and didn’t really give Christian a lot of time to look around before I dragged him towards the unmade bed. We collapsed in a heap on the mattress, our mouths meeting again in a series of scorching kisses that sent pleasure thrumming through me.

Christian writhed underneath me, his hands skimming down my back, searching for a gap under my hoodie. I could feel his growing erection digging into my thigh, so I shifted my body, dragging my own jean-covered cock against his. He gasped against my lips, hips bucking up as he searched for more friction. I ground against him, pinning him down and teasing him with my hips as my tongue invaded his mouth.

“David,” he moaned, his voice sounding utterly wrecked from just a few minutes of grinding. “Please.”

Fuck. I’d forgotten how good he sounded. But teenage Christian had nothing on the adult version. His voice was rich and sweet—like a delicious drink of whisky just begging to be enjoyed.

I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I knew what I did. Still, since the last time he’d done anything like this had been before we’d broken up, he needed to want this as much as I did.

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