Page 36 of Off the Pitch

“Do you want me to touch you?” I asked, pulling far enough away to gaze into his wide eyes.

Christian nodded.

“Words, Christian.”

“Yes, please. Touch me.”

I sat back on my heels, relishing the sight of Christian underneath me. His blond hair was messy, his cheeks flushed, and his lips were swollen and slick. He made the most beautifully debauched picture. Smirking, I slid my fingers down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. Christian groaned, and fuck, I loved that sound.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, running my fingers under the waistband of his jeans. Carefully, I popped the button and eased the zipper down to reveal some deliciously tight white Calvin Kleins. His erection was already straining against the thin material, a wet patch starting to form, and as I teased a finger across the wetness, his dick pulsed under my touch.

“Please,” Christian begged, but I was in no mood to rush. Even though I knew it wouldn’t be too long before Kit and Lily returned, I was determined to make every second count and bring him more pleasure than he’d felt in years.

I eased his boxers down, allowing his dick to spring free. Damn, he had a nice cock. I was looking forward to getting it inside me one day. Hopefully soon.

Precum was beading at the tip. I swiped my thumb over it before licking it off my skin. “You taste so good, baby. I can’t wait to get you in my mouth.”

Christian looked like he was about to come just from that the thought. “Today?” he whispered.

“No,” I said. “When I get my mouth on you, I’m gonna take my time and take you apart. We don’t have time right now.” I had so many more tricks now than I had when was seventeen, and I wanted to show him every single one of them. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

I reached for my jeans, freeing my own aching cock. Leaning down for another kiss, I wrapped my hand around both our dicks, loving that way Christian gasped as I began to jack us together. It felt so fucking good—so hot and tight in my fist, his cock pressing against mine and his precum slicking us up.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered against his mouth, nipping his lip as I slowed my rhythm.

“Yes,” Christian whimpered. “Stop teasing, please.”

“So polite, baby,” I said, tightening my grip again and picking up the pace. Christian bucked into my hand, groaning as I twisted my thumb across the head of his dick. I used every trick I could think of, my befuddled brain determined to make this good for him. I wanted Christian to see stars when he came.

He was already a mess, babbling little pleases and mores and strung-out versions of my name. I was starting to feel the familiar burning of my orgasm in my balls and the tightening feeling in my gut. I gripped harder, jacking our cocks faster, and with a soundless moan, Christian erupted all over my hand. The sight of him coming was all I needed, and I hurtled over the edge, painting his t-shirt with my release.

My body was trembling as the high of my orgasm receded, and a feeling of bliss spread throughout my limbs. Beneath me, Christian looked utterly wrecked, his face flushed and chest heaving. If I hadn’t just come, I’d be hard again. I wanted to see that look and hear him moan my name as he broke apart with pleasure as many times as I could.

“Wow,” he said, smiling up at me. “That was so much better than I remembered.”

“Good,” I said, leaning down to kiss him gently before sliding off his lap to grab a tissue out of the box by my bed and wipe the cooling spunk off my hands. “I’ll get you a clean t-shirt to go home in.” I chuckled. “There’s no way to clean that up.”

Christian laughed, and my heart fluttered. I kissed him again, tasting the last hints of sweetness on his lips. Until that moment, I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed his touch. Everyone else I’d fucked around with had paled in comparison because despite their attractiveness or skill, they weren’t Christian.

“I missed this,” I whispered against his lips, running my fingers through his soft hair.

“Me too,” said Christian. “I’m glad we can do this again.”

“Oh, we are definitely doing that again. I love watching you come.”

The pink flush on Christian’s skin deepened and spread, and I wondered just how far down it reached. My hand wrapped around his waist, sliding under them hem of his dirty t-shirt. I tried not to smile gleefully at the thought of seeing a little more of Christian’s beautiful body. It was coincidence, nothing more. Even so, if it meant we happened to get a little more distracted once it came off, well, that was a coincidence too.

Downstairs, the front door slammed, and I could hear the animated voices of Lily and Kit. I groaned, resting my forehead against Christian’s.

Cockblocked.

Still, maybe if we kept very quiet, they would forget and leave us alone for a few more minutes, and I could steal a few more kisses and get Christian topless.

But I’d forgotten I was the shameless one here.

“We should probably go downstairs,” Christian said, sitting up and dangling his legs over the side of the bed. His hair stuck up at odd angles, and there was still a pink tint to his skin. If he was hoping neither of them would know what we’d been doing, it wasn’t going to work.

“Okay.” I clambered off the bed and began rooting around in the nearest pile of clean laundry. I handed him a black t-shirt and tried not to stare too much as he shrugged the other one off, revealing acres of toned muscles and smooth skin I just wanted to nibble on.

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